Mo Yixuan stood up, he held Yuanyuan's hand, and under the sun, the figures of father and son, one big and one small, looked lonely and lonely.

This time they came with hope, but to nothing.

"Fate, mom isn't here." Mo Yixuan looked at the child's expectant eyes, and in his eyes there was only loss and grief that he tried to suppress.

He hasn't been able to sleep well these days, and he worries about her safety every day, and he hints to himself over and over again in his heart: she must be fine, but she deliberately avoided him, she must hate herself, so she didn't let herself find it.

He calls her every day, even if he hears a system message every day: The phone you are calling is turned off.

He would also send her messages every day, even if they never received a response.

He even found someone to steal many of her accounts, including QQ, WeChat, only Alipay and other online communication tools, but the last time she logged in was before she disappeared.

It's been twenty days, and she hasn't heard from her.

Thinking of all this, Mo Yixuan almost collapsed, and when he returned to the car again, he was lying on the steering wheel and didn't start the car for a long time.

Now even if he deceives himself again, he has to think that something really happened to her.

And he really might never see her again.

"Dad......" Yuan Yuan pulled his father's clothes at this time, and his little hand pointed to an old grandfather he saw by the car window.

An old man he'd never seen before.

The child's voice pulled Mo Yixuan back from his grief.

"Fate......" He hugged the child, he only had fate now.

Following the child's point, he also saw the man standing by the car window, an uncle who looked to be in his fifties.

He rolled down the window in confusion and asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

He was a stranger to the place, having only been here once in the last year, and had only seen a little boy before. The little boy was Yan Yan's nephew, and he didn't know anyone else here.

The old man nodded, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and handed it to Mo Yixuan. Then he made a gesture of please.

Mo Yixuan understood that the other party meant to let him get out of the car, and he really got off the car with fate.

After getting out of the car, the old man kept staring at Yuanyuan, and even reached out and touched Yuanyuan's little head melon seeds. A long sigh followed.

"It's Xiyan's child, isn't it?" The old man asked, and it could be seen between his eyebrows that he was also a little sad.

Mo Yixuan was stunned, because of sadness, his face was not good, and he was a little too white.

"I'm her uncle, and I know who you are. Mo Yat Hin ......"

Uncle directly called out Mo Yixuan's name.

Mo Yixuan looked at the uncle in front of him in surprise who he didn't know. He remembered that Yan Yan said that she had an uncle, but since her parents died, the two families have not moved around, and they have rarely been in contact.

"Uncle, have you seen Yan Yan recently? Did she come back to sweep the graves of her mom and dad, she used to come back every year. ”

After confirming that the other party was Yan Yan's uncle, Mo Yixuan excitedly took the uncle's hand. Now even a little bit of information can make him grab a lifeline.

The uncle looked at him, but shook his head helplessly, and then sighed again, and a wave of indescribable sadness flashed on his face.

"She's not coming back here." The uncle said in a deep voice: "She went and followed her parents." Look for her where there is water, in the river, in the sea, or in the lake. ”