The two of them climbed one after the other to the top of the mountain. For a moment, there was an indescribable silence between the two men.

When I reached the top of the mountain, my vision suddenly widened, and there was a small pond at the foot of the mountain on the other side of the mountain. From the mountainside, there are rows of graves.

In order to bury her mother in a place facing the water, her grandfather and grandmother went to the village chief to pull a relationship.

He Mengjie stood still and turned her head to look at Yuan Hao. I saw that he was looking at the pond at the bottom of the mountain, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He Mengjie couldn't help but sneer mockingly, presumably he must be thinking about how to develop this place in the future. A villa area or a resort area can be built around this pond, as long as it is slightly expanded.

Yuan Hao didn't seem to pay attention to her expression, and after looking at it for a while, he walked down the mountain again.

"Where's your mother?" He walked ahead, asking as he went.

"At the foot of the mountain, the closest place to the pond." He Mengjie said. She rarely came here, not even as much as she could see her grandmother.

Deep in her heart, her mother is a wound in her heart, and every time she thinks about it, her heart hurts for a while, so she can't come to see her grave. Because every time she came, she would secretly cry and swollen her eyes, and then she didn't dare to go home, for fear of being seen by her grandfather.

So every time she came, it was all afternoon, and she had to lie when she went back. So, slowly, she began to avoid coming here.

However, she can find her mother's grave even with her eyes closed. That trail had been sprinkled with her tears, how could she not be heartbroken?

The two of them walked for only five or six minutes before they descended to the foot of the mountain, and then stood in front of the small grave, looking at the wild flowers growing wildly on the grave.

The name "He Wanyun" was engraved on the tombstone, Yuan Hao bent down to look at it, and then his body shook. It's as if I suddenly learned the bad news of my old classmates and couldn't bear it.

He Mengjie unconsciously leaned towards him, thinking that if he was tired of climbing the mountain and was about to fall, she would help him.

Yuan Hao didn't turn his head to look at her, but looked straight at the small tombstone, as if he could see He Wanyun's appearance when he was young.

For a while, there was another silence between the two.

I don't know how long it took for Yuan Hao to take his eyes off the tombstone and look at He Mengjie.

"I still remember what your mother looked like back then, she was so beautiful and quiet, kind and talented......" There was a hint of ethereal in his eyes, as if he had really returned to the past.

He Mengjie couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Yuan, you and my mother are college classmates?" ”

She had heard from her grandfather that her mother was the first college student in their village and was once the pride of him and her grandmother.

Yuan Hao's face was a little unnatural, he cleared his throat and said, "Yes, we ...... Same school but not the same department......"

He Mengjie nodded clearly, a small flame ignited in her heart, although she tried her best to suppress it, she still couldn't extinguish the flame.

She bit her lip and looked at him and asked, "Did you hear about it back then...... Who was my mom in love with? ”

Yuan Hao's cheeks twitched, and he quickly took his eyes off He Mengjie's face. "Oh, it doesn't seem to be ......"

He Mengjie was a little disappointed in her heart, and let out a soft "oh".