"You boy..." the old lady was so angry that she didn\'t talk to him any more,

Aunt Zhang came in with a bamboo basket,

"Old lady, that should be enough."

The old lady took a look inside the box, "almost. I asked Yan Yan to go back to the house and change into a thick dress. You should send these to the car first. In cold weather, let her come back early."

Ling Han\'s eyes fell on the bamboo basket, a little deeper,

"What\'s that?"

Aunt Zhang was about to leave when she heard that she was slightly stunned,

"Oh, Miss Yan told me last night that she was going to visit her husband and wife in the cemetery."

Seeing that Ling Han\'s face was not right, the old lady thought about it in her heart. She waved her hand to let Aunt Zhang go first, and then she looked at Ling Han,

"It\'s reasonable to say that you should also go there. I heard that you and Yan Yan were both abroad on the day of their death this year. I can\'t say anything about it. I forgot about it originally. Yan Yan Yan has a heart and still remembers it."

Ling Han lowered his head, his voice was cold, and his hands were not comfortable,

"When a man dies, he has nothing to go to."

The old lady frowned,

"Yan Yan said that you are busy. It\'s rare for her to have a company holiday. She is still busy with business in her study every day, so I won\'t say much if you don\'t go. But Yan Yan is a sensible child. Don\'t hurt her heart."

After a few seconds of silence, he put down the bowl,

"Grandma, I\'m full. I have something to deal with. I\'ll go back first." Looking at Ling Han\'s appearance of coming and going in a hurry, the old lady twisted her eyebrows. She has lived for a long time. She has never seen anything, and she has seen all the big waves. Maybe she doesn\'t know the details of these little children\'s affairs, but she can see who cares

Wear it.

His grandson was not brought up with his parents when he was a child, and his feelings are not so delicate. Maybe many times others can see it at a glance, but he still doesn\'t know it.

When Linghan came to the door, Aunt Zhang was left,

Aunt Zhang looked back and saw Ling Han, slightly stunned, "young master, how did you come out? Where are you going? "

Ling Han\'s face was slightly stiff,

"Something\'s up. Go out."

"It\'s snowy. You should pay attention to driving yourself." Aunt Zhang was a little worried,

"It\'s almost new year\'s Eve. What else can you do? Don\'t go out or don\'t go out."

Ling Han is staring at the direction of the disappearance of Ye Huanyan\'s car for a moment, as if he didn\'t hear Aunt Zhang\'s advice, and then turns to the garage.

have a heavy snow,

In front of the cemetery in Lanjiang City, it\'s lonely.

"Uncle Zhang, just wait for me here. Don\'t get off the bus."

Before getting off the bus, ye Huanyan explained to Zhang Bo who was driving. He went to the cemetery alone with the memorial things.

The cemetery in Lanjiang city is close to mountains and rivers, with a broad vision. If it wasn\'t for the cemetery, it would be a good place.

The eastern inscription of the mausoleum is close to the cemetery of Jiang Meilan, but ye Huanyan takes a few steps farther with her basket and comes to a tombstone with a long history.

The woman above is in her early 40s, looking very young, but her face is a little pale.

The inscription on the tombstone is "the tomb of my wife Wen Qingwan - the eastern inscription of the tomb of the undead standing in tears." ye Huanyan puts down her basket, squats down in front of the tombstone, takes out a bunch of dried flowers from her arms and puts them in front of the tombstone,

"Auntie, take the liberty to come to see you. I know you may not like to see me. I think I need to apologize. I read your diary carelessly before and learned something. No matter for the sake of the diary or anything else, I still have a lot to apologize for."

Some folded gold ingots were poured out of the basket. After she lit them with a lighter, she choked on the smoke, coughed and her eyes turned red. "I\'m sorry about my mother. I don\'t know why things turned out like this. My mother is not a bad person, at least not in my eyes, but she really destroyed your family, I really feel bad. If she is still alive, I can question her face to face

Why, but she\'s gone too... "

Speaking of this, ye Huanyan\'s voice choked,

"Auntie, I hope that your spirit in heaven can protect Ling Han\'s health and try to put down the hatred as far as possible. Whether it\'s for me or for my mother, I don\'t want to shirk any responsibility. I just hope he can live a good life. You will think so, too."

"Jinyuanbao" flies to the sky in the heavy snow. Ye Huanyan stands up with her basket, bows respectfully to the tombstone, and then turns away with her basket.

Just squinted by the smoke, ye Huanyan rubs her eyes and goes to Jiang Meilan\'s tombstone. Seeing the fresh daisies in front of the tombstone, she is slightly stunned. She looks around and finds no one.

She and Jiang Meilan don\'t seem to have any close relatives, and they haven\'t seen anyone else to worship her for so many years.

Maybe a former client? After all, Jiang Meilan can be regarded as a person with a head and a face in the market.

She frowned suspiciously, but didn\'t think much. She took a deep breath, lowered her head, wiped the picture on the tombstone, and whispered, "Mom, I\'ve come to see you." More than ten meters away, under the cover of a big pine tree, a tall and straight man frowned suspiciously in the direction of Ye Huanyan. The man is wearing a black suit. Surprisingly, he has short silver hair. If he walks in the crowd, he must be very abrupt. His left ear is inlaid with a black earring. Under the snow light, there is a faint light. His eyebrows and eyes are deep and three-dimensional. A pair of brown eyes are shining with a sharp cold light. At the moment, these eyes are staring at ye Huanyan\'s direction motionless“ Mom, I\'m not in good shape recently. Don\'t blame me for not coming to see you before. Didn\'t you tell me that people always have to look forward? But I don\'t seem to see any future. If you are still alive, you will scold me for not being decisive at all. " Ye Huanyan sighed, burning Yuanbao while reciting“ I remember when you were there, we got along well with Uncle Ling\'s family. Every year during the Chinese new year, we were all boisterous. Although Ling Han was always cold to me, I knew that he always helped me in private. Didn\'t you also say that? If anyone can marry Ling Han in the future, he must be a lucky man and will be very happy. "..."“ I don\'t know why Ling Han and I have become like this. He said it\'s because of you, so he has a prejudice against me. At the beginning, I was a little complaining about you, but you are my mother, and if you didn\'t do those things, I wouldn\'t meet Ling Han. Sometimes when I sleep at night, when I close my eyes, I think about these things, and I don\'t know who is wrong, I have done nothing, but now I can\'t blame anyone. "..."“ Mom, do you think Ling Han will change his mind? When he\'s relieved, can I really wait until the day when he let go of the past? " This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.