Jingyiyuan, Kyoto, is a public cemetery. The cemetery is not large, with a radius of only ten meters. The rows of tombstones are tilted from south to north, almost in a small half arc.
On the left side of the cemetery, there is a very inconspicuous tombstone. At this time, in front of the tombstone, there is a bouquet of white daffodils. On top of the tombstone, there is a female head. Although, this head is less than three inches in size. , however, just from looking at the photo, one can tell that this is a woman who is alluring to the country.
When Gao Lin came up from below and saw the tombstone, his whole body froze, and a wave of heat overflowed from his eyes uncontrollably.
For four years, he has been afraid to come here, let alone not want to come here!
He was afraid that his heart would not be able to contain the sadness here!
He was afraid that he would not be able to accept the past here!
He was afraid that as soon as he stepped into this place, the nightmare from five years ago would flash in his mind!
He is afraid that once he comes, he won’t want to leave!
Holding Gao Lin's arm tightly, Han Weiwei was the first to notice his expression. She wanted to say something, but her delicate red thin lips squirmed slightly, but she didn't say anything. Her nose was sour and her eyes were as beautiful as stars. His eyes were also flashing with a trace of mist.
Walking behind, Mu Luorou was always paying attention to Gao Lin's expression. Seeing him standing still, he immediately lowered his head and whispered something to the little girl in his arms, and then put her down.
The little girl walked to Gao Lin's feet in a few steps, raised her delicate little face, tugged on his trouser legs, and called in a low voice: "Cousin!"
Gao Lin wiped his eyes, bent down and picked up the little girl from the ground. The little girl looked very well-behaved and carefree, and she was not as lively and playful as before. She slightly leaned over her delicate and delicate face and gently kissed Gao Lin's face. The guy is grinding.
Feeling the little girl's intimacy, Gao Lin lowered his head slightly, kissed her on the cheek, looked at the tombstone, and walked over in a few steps.
"Mom, my son is here to see you!"
Just a simple sentence, but everyone around Aunt Meng was moved when they heard it. Even the old man who had been in a high position for a long time and was calm and reserved had a glimmer of water in his eyes.
"Uncle and grandma, Xiaoxiao is here to see you too!" The little girl said in a childish voice as Gao Lin held her in his arms.
Hearing the little girl's words, Gao Lin lowered his head again, kissed her pretty face, then looked up at the tombstone and said: "Mom, this is my cousin's daughter, she is four years old!"
"Cousin, mother said, Xiaoxiao is still two months shy of four years old!" the little girl interjected.
The atmosphere that was originally filled with sadness suddenly diluted a lot when she said this.
Uncle Liang walked over from behind. Just as he was about to put down the white daffodils in his hand, he saw a bunch in front of the tombstone and couldn't help but frowned.
Gao Lin's mother liked daffodils during her lifetime. Except for a few members of the old Gao family, no one else knew about it. Apparently, an acquaintance came to pay her respects.
Gao Lin's mother was an orphan, with no parents, brothers, or relatives. Therefore, except for the old Gao family and Mu Luorou's parents, there would be no one else here to pay homage to her. When they arrived at the cemetery just now, Mu Luorou Luo Rou's mother called and said that they were on their way, which meant that she would not be the one to worship.
If the people worshiping were not Mu Luorou's parents, then he would already know who the person who came to worship earlier than them was without thinking.
Sighing secretly in his heart, Uncle Liang placed the narcissus in his hand on the ground.
They stood quietly for a few minutes before Mu Luorou's parents came up from behind.
"Mom!" Mu Luorou's eyes were red, and she turned back to lean on Mu Qingran's shoulder.
Mu Qingran didn't say anything, and stretched out her hand to gently pat Mu Luorou's back, letting her cry on her shoulder.
Mu Luorou grew up in Lao Gao's family. Although she was not a blood relative of Lao Gao's family, Gao Lin's mother always regarded her as her own. Therefore, her feelings for Gao Lin's mother were by no means inferior to Gao Lin's.
She lowered her head and looked at Mu Luorou, who was crying on her shoulder, and then looked at Gao Lin, who was standing in front of the tomb. When she saw Han Weiwei, who was standing behind Gao Lin, Mu Qingran couldn't help but be a little stunned.
She knew very well in her heart that there would be no such young and beautiful girl in the Lao Gao family, but now, there was such a one standing in front of her, and her identity was self-evident.
Looking steadily at Han Weiwei, Mu Qingran's beautiful eyes flashed with a complex color.
Fortunately, everyone around her focused their attention on Gao Lin, and no one paid attention to her eyes.
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After paying homage, they sat in the car. Perhaps knowing that Gao Lin was in a bad mood, the little girl in his arms didn't say a word and quietly pressed her face against his.
Sitting next to Gao Lin, Han Weiwei also gently held his arm, sitting close to him silently, as if she wanted to use the warmth of her delicate body to dispel the sadness in Gao Lin's heart.
Feeling the situation around him, Gao Lin quickly recovered from his sadness, kissed the little girl's face and asked: "Girl, are you hungry?"
The little girl nodded her head, looked at Gao Lin, shook her head again, and moved her face closer to kiss Gao Lin's face, looking very well-behaved and sensible.
Gao Lin was about to lower his head and say something when he suddenly heard a loud bang coming from behind, and then the car they were sitting in suddenly shook.
Gao Lin had quick eyes and quick hands. When he sensed the car swinging for the first time, he hugged the little girl tightly in his arms.
It was precisely because of this that before he could grab anything to hold himself in place, he was thrown uncontrollably against the car door, and his head hit the car window hard.
At the same time, Han Weiwei, who was sitting closely next to him, also bumped into him and almost fell out of her seat.
"Xiao Lin, are you okay?" After recovering from the shock, Mu Luorou, who was sitting in front, immediately turned back to look at Gao Lin and the others.
Gao Lin ignored the pain in his head and looked down at the little girl in his arms: "Girl, are you injured anywhere? Tell your cousin quickly!"
"Cousin, Xiaoxiao is fine!" The little girl shook her head as she was protected tightly by Gao Lin and was not hit by anything.
As he said that, he saw a stream of blood flowing out of Gao Lin's right forehead, and a trace of panic suddenly flashed in his big eyes: "Cousin, you are bleeding!"
"My cousin is fine!" Gao Lin raised his hand and touched his forehead. Sure enough, he found some bloodshot eyes, but ignored it and looked back at Han Weiwei, "Wei Wei, are you OK?"
Han Weiwei was a little shocked, but when she heard Gao Lin's question, she quickly came to her senses: "Senior, I'm fine!"
Seeing that both the little girl and Han Weiwei were okay, Gao Lin opened the car door and went out to see what happened.
However, they saw that a red Ferrari convertible from behind hit the rear of their car laterally from the direction of the intersection.
Fortunately, there were not many places where the Ferrari hit. Otherwise, their lives might have been hanging by a thread just now.
