Now when I suddenly asked, although Ye Jian's expression was a little stiff, she passed the psychological quality and she immediately covered up the strange thing and smiled lightly: "The family who adopted me used to take the pension left to me by my mother. This family is no longer here, so, Dad, you don't have to thank me."

She didn't want to tell her father about what happened before she was fourteen years old, if she could hide it... she wanted to hide it all the time.

Actually, it is a bit unrealistic. Father Fu can find out these things after checking them, and she also needs to mention them. But... Ye Jian looked up at the high mountain. There was the place where her mother was buried. The green cypress was straight, like a guard... At least after visiting her mother, wait until her father calmed down before mentioning them.

Things one after another always need a buffer, so how can they all come out all at once?

Although her strangeness was quickly concealed, Father Fu still saw a clue, and Father Fu's heart started to hurt.

His daughter is avoiding those past events, and she must have been so hard that she didn't want to say it to make him sad. Just like her mother's affairs, she was afraid that he would be so sad as a father, so she was so careful to hide it.

Deep down, Fu's father, who felt that he owed too much to Ye Jian, was like a huge rock pressing on his chest, making him unable to breathe. His daughter was so sensible that she asked her to take care of him, the father...

Fatty in his heart, Fu's father suppressed his rolling emotions and took a deep breath. He smiled gently as Ye Jian pretended that nothing had been discovered, "That's a pity. Go back and thank you if you have the chance."

At this time, Fu's father never expected that the family who adopted Ye Jian would torture his daughter in every way and almost died several times.

I don’t know if this family was the murderer who pushed his wife to sacrifice, so that he could separate his beloved person from his favorite.

In front is the tombstone of martyr Sun Xueqing. Because it was just after Qingming Festival, there were wreaths that had withered in front of the tomb. This is a ceremony for the Southern Provincial troops to offer flowers to martyrs every year to commemorate the martyrs and not forget the martyrs. Each martyr has wreaths and flowers in front of the tomb.

Ye Jian pointed to the direction of the tombstone of Martyr Sun Xueqing and gently said to Fu's father: "Dad, go to the left in front, the second row is the second... where is the mother buried."

After she finished speaking, Father Fu's eyes had already fallen.

In the early morning, there was a faint morning mist lingering on the mountain of the Martyrs Cemetery. The sunlight fell softly through the mist, and the red five-pointed stars in front of the rows of tombstones were particularly shining. Fu's father's eyes passed through the mist and fell to the place where his deceased wife rested.

"Red plum..."

He murmured softly, and Ye Jian saw him staggering forward, staggering several times. Before he could see his mother, her father even had his soul broken.

The greatest sorrow is death in the heart, and all the tears are blocked into the heart, so why can't they flow out?

My heart is dead, how can I still cry?

Everyone goes with him, how can they still cry?

After more than twenty years, Fu Yusheng began to see the only woman he was moved by in his life, his only beloved wife.

The figure staggered several times as if it was about to fall. Ye Jian, who was holding the carnations in his hand, chased him up and held Father Fu's arm with one hand, "Dad... please wait, don't fall."

The nasal sound is thick, and it is obvious that it is already crying.

"Be good, don't help dad, dad walk over to see your mom by himself." This time, dad Fu pulled his hand firmly. He wanted to go and see his wife by himself. Even if he fell down, he would crawl to see his wife.
Chapter completed!