Mo's Cemetery

In the distance, a family of three walked hand in hand, and the picture was as warm as a painting.

Mo Sihan was wearing a well-cut haute couture suit, with long legs straight under dark trousers, and he was already shining just by standing there.

Zhu Wuwu's mother and daughter wore exactly the same parent-child outfit, a black dress, solemn and atmospheric.

Several staff members in charge of the cemetery were waiting at the door early.

"Young Master! The sacrificial things are ready, so let's take you there."

Mo Sihan said in a deep voice, "Okay."

The Mo Cemetery occupies a hill and is very large inside. It's a pity that the Mo family is thin, so the cemetery is a little empty.

Compared to the eerie atmosphere of an ordinary cemetery, this place is not like a private cemetery, but like the back garden of a rich man.

Old man Mo liked to raise flowers and plant trees before his death, and famous trees, fruit trees, and flowers can be seen everywhere.

The reason why you need a staff member may be inseparable from the fact that these flowers and trees need to be taken care of.

I have been here more than once, but every time I come, I feel that there is an inexplicable sense of intimacy here.

"Huh? Wasn't that grandpa's favorite pot of orchids? How did you get here?" Good luck stopping.

Mo Sihan replied, "Not only the orchids that grandpa likes, but also other potted plants in the old mansion."

"No wonder I feel familiar."

"Looks like you have a good memory." The corners of Mo Sihan's mouth rose, "No wonder Grandpa liked you so much when he was alive."

When Zhu Wuwu heard that this was wrong, he retorted, "Is there a connection between the two?"

Mo Sihan cast an approving glance at her: "Most of the people who can look at people's eyes and have a good memory are masters of sloping and slapping horses, and it is obvious that there is a certain connection between the two."

To suck up?

It's also so insulting.

Zhu Wuwu's expression was displeased: "What you think is what you are."

The Tao is not the same, and I wish you no worries to be too lazy to argue with him.

Seeing her bulging cheeks and puffing her breath, Mo Sihan inexplicably found it interesting.

So, Mo Sihan added, "I look forward to the day when you will put this effort of yours on me."

「HY？」

"It can be regarded as a means to promote family harmony and the love of husband and wife. After all, what husband doesn't want to be adored by his wife, right?"

Zhu Wuwu sneered, "Mr. Mo may be able to recover this missing regret in your next wife."

Mo Sihan's expression instantly became serious, and he said in a deep voice, "Do you see that sign? Non-Mexican family members are not allowed to enter. A hundred years from now, there will be a place for you and me."

Belch.

These words were so straightforward that Zhu Wuwu's breath stagnated, and he was speechless for an instant.

Mo Sihan is worthy of being a joker, he is so serious, and the lethality is not small.

"Mommy hug!" A soft and glutinous voice sounded.

The little youth group hugged Zhu Wuwu's leg like a fool and refused to leave a step.

Zhu Wuwu squatted down and smiled: "Little Qingtuan, you can't walk so soon?"

"Hmm." Xiao Qingtuan nodded vigorously.

Mo Sihan spoke: "Come to dad than this, dad than hug you."

After speaking, Mo Sihan picked up Xiaoqingtuan, put her around her neck and rode a horse.

The little youth group made a fuss: "Don't, I want Mommy to hug!" Don't ride horses."

Mo Sihan coaxed softly, "Good, Mommy can't hold you."

"No, no, I don't!" The little youth group looked like they were crying, which was strange and distressing.

I wish you no worries to disarm and surrender: "Don't cry, Mommy hug, okay?"

"Hmm." The little youth group immediately burst into tears and laughed.

It is common for three or four-year-old babies to get tired after walking a few steps, and it is actually the arms of adults to take children out at this age.

If you touch someone who sticks to your mother, it is your mother's arm that suffers.

On a climb of several hundred meters, Mo Sihan walked in front, and Zhu Wuwu hugged Xiaoqingtuan far behind.

The tomb next to his grandparents is the tomb of Mo Sihan's mother, Mo Wenwan.

Mo Sihan stood there quietly, his back as straight as a pine and cypress.

His eyes fell on the picture of his mother in front of the tombstone, and his smile was serene, gentle and solemn.

It was what he remembered his mother like, and whenever he saw it, he felt warm.

Mo Sihan knelt down on one knee and placed the flowers in his hand in front of the tomb.

He reached out to touch the photo, and said in a flat tone, "Mom, I brought her to see you, the ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her in-laws."

"Mom, you already know her identity, although you may not like her, but for my sake and the child's sake, can you accept her? Even if it's a son, beg you."

"When Grandpa arranged for me to marry her, I didn't know she was the woman's daughter. Later, after finally finding out, my heart couldn't be recovered. Grandma is right, people can't live a lifetime with hatred, not to mention that I love her. My son was stupid, and it took a big detour to understand this."

"Recently, the insomnia that has been bothering me for a long time seems to be getting a lot better. So, I decided to let go of the past and start over with her. Mom, you're happy for me in the Heavenly Spirit, aren't you?"

……

Mo Sihan muttered to himself alone for more than ten minutes, and Zhu Wuwu arrived with the little youth group in his arms.

"Oops! I'm exhausted!"

I wish you no worries that you are tired and sweaty and out of breath.

Mo Sihan glanced at her and wondered, "How heavy is the little youth group, is it so tired?"

"You...... Try it!" I wish you no worries, your hands are on your waist, and you are so tired that you can't straighten your waist.

Climb a few hundred more steps, it's no wonder if you're not tired.

"Try it, try it."

Mo Sihan picked up the little youth group with one hand, and Zhu Wuwu with the other, like a strong man.

Zhu Wuwu's old face was about to blush, and he shouted anxiously, "What are you doing? Let me down!"

The Little Youth League shouted happily, "Dad is so good!"

Mo Sihan rewarded the little youth group with a kiss, and what was given to Zhu Wuwu was a white eye, and his eyes were disgusted: "You will die if you learn to speak!" A damn one, his mouth is so unsweet!"

"Put me down."

"It's me, it's not you, why are you in a hurry?"

The corners of Zhu Wuwu's mouth twitched, and he said sarcastically: "Mr. Mo, you are tall and mighty, powerful and powerful, and a pair of thick arms are like mechanical arms, and it is not a problem to lift an hour. Keep it up! Maybe I'll be able to swing on your brachial muscles."

He had a rare humor and was playful, and the woman in front of him was really incomprehensible.

Mo Sihan's face darkened, let her down, and couldn't raise any interest in teasing her.

If only she had half as cuteness, people are really angry than people!

In front of the tombstones of the grandparents, the sacrificial supplies have been placed in advance.

Mo Sihan beckoned to her, "Come and worship!"

Zhu Wuwu tidied up his meter and walked over with heavy steps.

According to the ritual of the sacrifice, the three of them kowtowed and incense, full of ritual and sincerity.

After the worship, Zhu Wuwu talked to them alone in front of the tomb of his grandparents.

In the end, the three of them left the Mo cemetery in a car together.

*

On the way back, Mo Sihan instructed Yan Qing to drive back to the Mo family's old house.

Zhu Wuwu looked sideways: "What are you going to do when you go back to the old house?"

Mo Sihan replied, "It's been so long since you returned to China, don't you go to see Steward Gu?"

Originally, Zhu Wuwu planned to go back to the old mansion to meet Steward Gu on the weekend, but it seems that the plan was ahead of schedule.

Mo Sihan explained, "Actually, Steward Gu called me a few days ago and specially told you to go back to the old mansion, saying that grandma left something for you."

"I see." I wish you no worries, and her face is slightly dignified.

There were things she wanted to know, but she was afraid to know.

Zhu Wuwu's eyes unconsciously glanced at Mo Sihan: she still didn't understand him.

Mo Sihan's afterglow swept over her, and his thin lips rose, "Is there anything you want to say?"

Zhu Wuwu hurriedly looked away: "It's nothing."

The car sped and drove for less than twenty minutes to reach the old house.

Steward Gu greeted him at the door early, and he was still respectful as before: "Young Master! Young grandmother!"

"Steward Gu, long time no see!" Zhu Wuwu stepped forward to greet him politely.

"Young Grandma, I already knew you were back. But it's good to be back."

Judging from the way Steward Gu spoke, he sincerely welcomed her home.

Downstairs, Mo Sihan accompanied the little youth group to play in the living room.

Upstairs, Zhu Wuwu was invited into the study by Steward Gu.

Steward Gu put a video letter recorded by her grandmother before her death to Zhu Wuwu.

Grandma told a lot of stories about Mo Sihan in the video.

She never expected that a person as high as Mo Sihan would suffer so much misfortune, and that misfortune was most likely caused by her mother.

Grandma didn't talk much in the video, but even if it was vague, Zhu Wuwu guessed a rough idea.

The reason why Mo Sihan treated her like this was indeed for a reason.

In the story of the previous generation, it was really not as simple as her mother said.

The last thing grandma said to her was: "Don't worry, Si Han and Grandma Xiaoqingtuan will be handed over to you in the future." If that person is you, Grandma believes you won't let Grandma down."

Zhu Wuwu watched the whole video with tears in his eyes.

Her head was swollen and her head ached, but she was very anxious in her heart: "Steward Gu, did you already know my identity?"

"Hmm. The old man wanted to hide it from the young master, but he didn't. The young master probably found out not long after the old man's death."

Zhu Wuwu remembered that Mo Sihan always saw her eyes that he wanted to eat her alive, it turned out that there was really a reason for it.

Zhu Wuwu's eyes turned red, and he choked up, "Steward Gu, can you tell me how Mo Sihan's parents died?"

"The young master's father died of sudden cardiac death. As for the eldest lady, she passed away more than half a year after she was admitted to a psychiatric hospital."

"A mental hospital?" Zhu Wuwu's mind flashed, and his pupils widened, "Is it Qiuhe Mental Hospital?"

"That's right."

Zhu Wuwu was stunned: sure enough, it turned out that the sins she suffered were just paying off her mother's debts.

In this world, there really is a matter of mothers and daughters repaying debts.

Zhu Wuwu's heart was grabbed by a burst of pain, which quickly occupied the entire brain, and then spread to the whole body.

Steward Gu persuaded, "Young grandma, heart disease still requires heart medicine, you and the young master should open the heart knot."

"What do you want to know? I'll tell you." Following the direction of the sound, Mo Sihan pushed the door and walked in.

Zhu Wuwu's eyes were lowered, the blood on his face was gone, and a layer of pain crept up under his eyes.

Mo Si said coldly, "Steward Gu, you go out first, and I'll talk to her."

"Okay."