On the way back to Jincheng, Lin Yunpeng handed the mobile phone to Zhu Wuwu: "Little sister, looking for you."

After a pause for a few seconds, Zhu Wuwu's red lips opened lightly: "Big brother."

On the other end of the phone, Lin Yunlang's clear voice came: "Worry-free, are you okay?"

「……」

There was silence.

Once upon a time, there was an indescribable estrangement between Zhu Wuwu and Lin Yunlang.

"I'll accompany you to visit Aunt Weng tomorrow."

Lin Yunlang's voice was still very warm.

"Got it, big brother."

"Don't think about it too much, everything will be said when you return to Jincheng."

"Hmm."

After hanging up the phone, I wish you no worries that the depression between her eyebrows can no longer be hidden.

Lin Yunqing saw that he was anxious in his eyes, and comforted her softly: "Little sister, if you are tired, close your eyes and sleep for a while."

"Okay."

The car was speeding down the highway, and I had a long dream.

In the dream, Zhu Wuwu was still trapped in the car that fell into the lake, and the feeling of drowning suffocation hit, and when she was about to fall into a coma, she saw the child she had been thinking about again......

For so long, the child has not entered her dreams, and this time the two are finally reunited in their dreams.

The bits and pieces of mother-daughter getting along with each other are replayed back and forth in her mind like a movie, and those daily routines that she thought were ordinary now know how precious they are.

Tomorrow or the unexpected, who will come first?

People always understand the preciousness of the people around them after they lose.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the car returned to Jincheng.

The two brothers were relieved to wish for no worries, but they couldn't resist her, so they had to send her back to the rose garden.

During this time, I wish you no worries to stay away from mobile phones and IFT, and live a natural life for nearly a month and a half.

Back to normal human society, the first thing I do after restarting my computer is to browse the news on the Internet.

To her surprise, she couldn't find any news about the child on the Internet, and with Mo's influence, it was impossible not to report such a big thing as the child's unfortunate death.

The only explanation is that Mo Sihan used his influence to block the news and deal with the child's aftermath in a low-key manner.

This matter is a huge harm to the parties concerned, and the scramble of unscrupulous media will only cause secondary harm to the child's parents, or even three or four injuries, and it is obviously wise for Mo Sihan to arrange it like this.

It took about ten minutes for Zhu Wufu to return to the rose garden, and Yan Qing appeared.

Yan Qing, who was taciturn, looked worried, and said in a low voice, "Young Grandma, you are finally back. If you don't come back, I'll send someone to find you in a foreign land."

"Is there something wrong?" Zhu Wuwu's tone of speech was obviously a lot rusty.

Yan Qing said in a deep voice, "Young Grandma, since you left, Mr. Mo has been seriously ill. After the child's death, Mr. Mo refused to cremate the child's body, and he ordered someone to build a crystal coffin to guard day and night, and outsiders thought he was crazy."

Such absurd behavior will indeed make people misunderstand that Mo Sihan is crazy.

"Where's the kid?" Zhu Wuwu's voice trembled slightly, and he wanted to see the child with hope.

Outsiders don't understand why Mo Sihan did this, but I wish you no worries can understand.

From a parent's point of view, it's good to be able to look at your child more, but once it turns to dust, it's really never seen again.

Yan Qing was stunned for a moment, and replied truthfully, "I was just cremated last week and is now buried in the Mo Cemetery."

A layer of painful expression climbed on Zhu Wuwu's face, and the old wounds in his heart were torn apart again, as if he heard the sound of flesh and blood again.

At this moment, she really regretted that she should not have missed the last time to see her child in order to escape the pain.

"Mr. Mo has insomnia every day, and he often doesn't eat, so if this continues, his body should collapse again." Yan Qing sighed and looked at her with pleading eyes: "Young grandmother, go back and see Mr. Mo, if even you can't do anything, then we really don't."

It's gone."

The corners of Zhu Wuwu's lips smiled bitterly: Does Mo Sihan want to see her? How she doesn't think.

*

After a while, Zhu Wuwu drove to the Mo Cemetery.

Days of rain shrouded the place in a layer of fog, and after the rain, the road was wet and the air was wet.

I didn't walk a few steps when I got out of the car, and I met Mo Sihan who came with an umbrella.

From a distance, Mo Sihan looked very decadent, his face was sickly like old paper, and his dark pupils had lost their usual luster, making it easy to guess that he had been in a state of collapse during this time.

Zhu Wuwu's eyes collided with him, and those eyes seemed to be able to comprehend the cold shock through thousands of mountains and rivers.

"Kick! Kick!"

The sound of the man's heavy footsteps came from far and near, and Zhu Wuwu's heart was nervous for no reason.

With each step Mo Sihan took closer, Zhu Wuwu's heart became heavier, and this feeling was like a painful memory suspended in his mind, which came to life again as he approached.

As he passed by her, Mo Sihan stopped, his cold gaze fixed on her eyes, with a bit of coldness.

"What are you doing?" Mo Sihan's voice was extremely cold, with resentment, anger, and incomprehension.

Mo Sihan's whole body was cold, like a cold-blooded animal with no emotion, ready to reject people thousands of miles away.

It's as if the former imposing, ruthless and desireless Mo Sihan has returned.

Zhu Wuwu lowered his head and said nothing, and his heart surged with all kinds of emotions that he couldn't avoid, collapse, pain, depression, and powerlessness......

He was really complaining about her.

He looked at her like a knife, slashing back and forth on her.

A sour eye suddenly swelled in Zhu Wuwu's nostrils, and the eyes wet with tears instantly blurred his vision.

She thought that her tears had already dried up, but when she saw him, she realized that she hadn't.

"I'm sorry......" I wish you no worries to cry bitterly, crying silently.

Mo Sihan was like a fish in his throat, desperately suppressing his sadness, and his voice roared, "Is there a mother like you? I was so desperate that I didn't want to see the child for the last time."

I wish no worries and no words, only to hide my face and cry.

Mo Si's cold face was like rice paper, his lips were blue, and his body and mind felt unprecedentedly exhausted.

People instinctively shrink when they suffer great suffering, but avoiding it does not alleviate the suffering.

When you have to face it, you will understand that bravely facing the wound is the first step out of the pain.

It's like an extra hideous scar on your arm, you think you can't see it with a band-aid, but the fact is that the scar is still there.

The vast cemetery was silent, except for the mournful weeping of women.

After a long time, Mo Sihan gritted his teeth and said angrily, "I wish you no worries, I have been waiting for you for 38 days, and since you don't want to see the child, there is no need to come now.

"No, I want to see, I want to." Zhu Wuwu grabbed his arm and pleaded with his eyes.

Moth coldly shook off her hand and walked forward without looking back.

Zhu Wuwu almost fell, and the umbrella in his hand also landed.

Her clothes were quickly wet by the heavy rain, and it was summer, but the chill was from head to toe.

*

The tomb of the Little Youth League stands alone next to the ancestral grave.

According to the old rules, a child who dies unfortunate cannot enter the cemetery.

However, at Mo Sihan's insistence, the child was finally buried here.

A hundred years later, Mo Sihan will also be buried here, and then their father and daughter can be truly reunited.

Mo Sihan held an umbrella and stood quietly in the rain, looking from afar, his back was extremely lonely.

A picture of a child was pasted on the tombstone, and his immature face looked out of place around him.

Xiao Qingtuan died when she was only four years old, and every tree here was older than her.

Mo Sihan was grief-stricken

, heart-rending pain once again swept through the body.

This kind of pain happens almost every day, and Mo Sihan's whole figure falls into a big dye vat called pain, and no matter how much he struggles, it will not help.

The light rain kept dripping, and the tears on Zhu Wuwu's face were wiped more and more, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

The two of them stood there, neither of them spoke, as if even talking was superfluous.

After a long time, Mo Sihan's sad voice came again: "I will come here every day to accompany the child, and the child will recognize the birth, I am afraid that she will not be used to it."

Zhu Wuwu raised his head and met his eyes, and suddenly fell into the dark whirlpool in his eyes.

It turns out that sadness is really contagious.

Mo Sihan said to himself: "Little Youth League, she is already small. I've got a lot of lights installed here, and they come on at night, so she doesn't have to be scared."

Zhu Wuwu's face was pale, and the pain in his heart could not be reversed.

"The first time I hugged Xiaoqingtuan, the child's little fleshy face was pressed against my chest, which was a really amazing feeling." Mo Sihan seemed to be caught in some kind of memory, "that strange, unprovoked sense of responsibility and softness arises spontaneously."

During this period of time, today is probably the most spoken by Mo Sihan.

He chattered about the child, as if he was about to spit out all the words that he had held in his heart.

Zhu Wuwu didn't say anything, and listened quietly.

It wasn't until a long time later that Zhu Wuwu turned around and wanted to leave.

"Stop!"

Mo Sihan grabbed her, and the hand was so strong that Zhu Wuwu couldn't break free.

Zhu Wuwu frowned and sighed: "You let go!"

Mo Sihan's face was expressionless, and there seemed to be a hint of resentment in his eyes: "Come home with me!"

"Mo Sihan, you let go, you hurt me." I wish you no worries, and the tears are about to come out.

Mo Sihan's eagle eyes glanced at Zhu Wuwu coldly, and the words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat: "Zhu Wuwu, do you want me to handcuff you to my side so that you won't run away?"

When he said this, it didn't feel like a joke at all.

I wish you no worries about this kind of thing, Mo Sihan has done it completely.

Zhu Wuwu's heart suddenly seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, and he was completely cold.

Mo Sihan rudely dragged Zhu Wuwu, stuffed her into the back seat, and said coldly, "Drive home."

The car drove out of the cemetery and headed home.

……