"Yuanyuan, give the painting to Dad." Mo Yixuan stretched out a hand, and that hand was trembling at this time.

Yuan Yuan didn't understand, he bit his lip and seemed to hesitate, but he still gave the painting to his father.

Mo Yixuan took it.

Soon the images in the painting were clearly presented in front of his eyes.

He closed his eyes suddenly, as if stimulated by the scene in the painting. When he opened it again, his eyes were red and bloodshot inside.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" he said several more times "I'm sorry.

Such an excuse doesn't mean anything, but what can he say other than say sorry.

(Yan Yan, if there is an afterlife, you must be well.) Must be happy. ）

He spoke silently at the tombstone.

In this life, because of meeting him, she suffered a lot of setbacks and pains, and only lived to be 27 years old before she died, he is the disaster star of her life, and her misfortune comes from him. If there is an afterlife, he only hopes that she will be well, can live a long life, and can have children and grandchildren. There can be a man who loves her better and more than him forever, so that she will be carefree and happy all her life.

(I'll take good care of and nurture the relationship.) ）

Mo Yixuan said again, and his face turned even paler after speaking.

The painting in his hand was clenched tightly by him, and he paused for a moment, then he took a lighter out of his pocket and lit it.

Soon that one painting turned into some black gray.

Yuan Yuan didn't know why his father burned his paintings. He walked over and tugged at his father's clothes.

Mo Yixuan smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand to pat Yuanyuan's head.

"Fate, if you burn it, your mother can only see it." He said in a deep voice.

In fact, he knew that she couldn't see it. To die is to die, and to die is to have nothing.

Whether it is burning paper money or burning paper houses, it is just a way for the living to commemorate the dead. But knowing that it was useless, he did it anyway.

Yuan Yuan looked up at his father in confusion.

"Can Mom really see it?" He asked, confused.

Mo Yixuan smiled bitterly and nodded.

"Mom can see it, and Mom will become a star in the sky, she will bless fate, and she will watch fate grow up."

Mo Yixuan didn't know why he said such a thing. But he didn't know what to say anything other than that. He knew that this was all nonsense, and he also knew that it would be impossible to believe it when Yuan Yuan grew up.

Yuan Yuan nodded as if he understood.

"Okay, Yuanyuan......" Mo Yixuan took two steps back, and then he took Yuanyuan's little hand again, "We're going back, we can't bother our mother for too long." ”

Yuan Yuan hummed softly. The sound of choking is particularly distressing to hear.

He raised one of his hands, then shook it gently, and said to the grave, "Mother, I will come to see you later." ”

Mo Yixuan closed his eyes painfully, hiding the guilt and pain in his eyes that could not be dissipated.

(Yan Yan, go all the way, you must be happy in your next life.) ）

Under the sun, the father and son, one big and one small, were stretched very long, and they gradually left this cemetery, left this cemetery, and since then, the little fate has never asked the sentence "When will Mom come back?" "Where's Mommy?"