Xiao Zhuoyan said seriously: "Mom, please rest in peace. I will take good care of Qingqing and will never let her suffer any more."
He spoke very seriously, Xu Wanqing's heart skipped a beat, and the corners of her mouth turned up unconsciously.
The rain became heavier. The two stayed for a while, swept the cemetery, and then got up and returned. When they passed the passage, Xu Wanqing looked subconsciously and saw that the man was still standing there holding an umbrella, motionless.
, seems to be looking in their direction.
For some reason, she felt that the person was the one who visited her mother's grave. Xu Wanqing couldn't bear it anymore and ran straight over. Xiao Zhuoyan couldn't stop her and had to run after her.
When they followed, Xu Wanqing was surprised to find that the man was actually Cheng Yang.
"Mr. Cheng, why are you here?" she shouted in surprise.
"I'm here to pay homage to my wife." Cheng Yang looked at her, his eyes slightly red.
"Your wife? Have you found your wife?" Xu Wanqing looked around, "Is she buried here too?"
"Yes." Cheng Yang's answer was a little dry, and his voice was almost choked, so he only said "yes" and said no more. He still looked at Xu Wanqing intently, but Xu Wanqing only thought that he was overly sad.
, so he comforted him by saying: "People cannot be resurrected after death, so Mr. Cheng still wants to be more liberal!"
Cheng Yang smiled sadly.
Xu Wanqing added: "It's going to be rainy, won't Mr. Cheng go back?"
"I want to stay with her for a while." Cheng Yang replied.
"Oh, then where is she? Now that we have met, let's go and pay homage!" Xu Wanqing's curiosity inevitably overflowed again. She really wanted to know who Cheng Yang's wife was.
How similar to myself.
"Okay, it's raining heavily, let's go back!" Xiao Zhuoyan saw Cheng Yang's face moved slightly, fearing that Cheng Yang would take Xu Wanqing to his mother's grave, so he hurriedly urged Xu Wanqing to leave.
Xu Wanqing looked at the sky and saw that the rain was indeed getting heavier. She said to Cheng Yang, "Mr. Cheng, please pay more attention to your health. Let's go back first."
Cheng Yang suddenly said: "Qingqing, tell me, can my wife forgive me?"
Xu Wanqing was slightly startled. She didn't expect Cheng Yang to ask such a question. However, an old man who was nearly in his prime, with gray hair and a sad expression asking such a question, could not help but make people sympathize.
She chuckled and said, "She should forgive her? You still miss her after all, right? In fact, she is no longer here, so what does it matter whether she forgives or not?"
"I have a daughter!" Cheng Yang suddenly said: "Will she forgive me?"
Xu Wanqing was surprised and silent, and wanted to say something else. Xiao Zhuoyan reached out and pulled her into the car, but she still sighed, "Mr. Cheng actually found his wife and had a daughter? Life is really a miracle!"
"
Xiao Zhuoyan looked at her carefully and asked, "Do you think his daughter will forgive him?"
"It's hard to say. After all, he abandoned his wife and children back then, which was indeed heartless. If the mother and daughter lived a happy life, the psychological barrier might be smaller, but if they lived a difficult life, they would probably hate him and not accept him.
"
"Okay, tomorrow, you will tell Mr. Cheng the answer." Xiao Zhuoyan said solemnly.
"Why should I rush to tell him this?" Xu Wanqing punched Xiao Zhuoyan, "Do you think I'm crazy?"