Mo Yixuan walked forward with fate, he walked very slowly, as if every step was so difficult.

The sun shines through the clouds, casting a golden glow here. It's just that no amount of the sun can make this cold place warm.

Yuan Yuan was led by his father, he bit his lip, and his eyes looked at the graves and tombstones on both sides from time to time.

There were hundreds of graves as far as the eye could see, but only their father and son were coming.

The cemetery was very quiet, except for the occasional birdsong.

Mo Yixuan finally stopped in front of a tomb on the right.

At this time, he slowly squatted down his tall body and placed the bouquet of chrysanthemums he brought in front of the grave.

"Fate ......," he turned to look at his son.

Yuanyuan cried "wow" at this time. He wiped his eyes with his hands, and he didn't seem to be able to accept such a sudden result at once.

He came with the mood to see his mother, and he didn't know that his mother was dead.

"Woo......" The more I cry, the more sad I become.

Mo Yixuan woke up his nose, and under the sun, the tears in the corners of his eyes shone with crystal light. He pulled Yuanyuan into his arms and patted the child's back.

"Yuanyuan, I'm sorry, it was Dad who lied to you." Mo Yixuan said sorry again.

He is not only sorry for his former wife, but also sorry for fate, because he left the child without a mother.

If it weren't for his betrayal, they would now be a family of three living together well.

He is the one who started it.

Yuan Yuan just wiped his eyes while crying. He didn't listen to what his father said, his crying was very loud, and he was crying in this cemetery.

"Yuanyuan......" Mo Yixuan held Yuanyuan in his arms distressedly, and at this time he was also crying, that kind of silent crying, only tears kept falling down his pale cheeks.

"Yuanyuan, don't cry, your mother will be sad if you cry." Mo Yixuan comforted the child while patting the child's back. Then he took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and pulled out a cigarette to wipe the tears from the corners of Yuanyuan's eyes.

He comforted his children, but no one comforted him.

Yuan Yuan shook his nose hard at this time, and he stopped crying, but more tears continued to pour out of his eyes.

He looked at a grave in front of him, and the tombstone in front of it. There is a small black and white photo on the tombstone, and the photo is his mother, the mother he remembers.

He still has some impressions of his mother, and although he was very young when she left, he still remembers what her mother looked like.

"Mom......" Yuan Yuan shouted into the black and white photo.

Mo Yixuan pulled out a few more tissues, he took two steps forward, squatted down again, and then reached out to wipe some dust from the tombstone.

Actually, there wasn't much dust either, because he had been here not long ago.

"Yuanyuan......" he looked back at Yuanyuan, "Don't you have something to give to your mother?" ”

Yuan Yuan nodded, his face was red and his eyes were red because of crying.

He opened a small bag he was carrying with him, and took out a drawing he had drawn yesterday.

It took him more than an hour to draw it. In the painting, his parents are holding his hand and walking by a small river.

In the painting, he is an extremely happy child, and the mother in the painting is smiling sweetly and holding his little hand tightly.