The old woman was resolute and stood there stubbornly, refusing to leave. She just stared at Xiao Zhuoyan and asked, "Are you going to avenge him?"
Xiao Zhuoyan smiled slightly, "Why don't you repay him?"
"I don't have as much strength as you. I can't beat that man." The old woman's eyes sparkled, "Xiao Zhuoyan, only you, only you can!"
"Mom!" Xiao Shen smiled over there again, "Stop talking nonsense!"
Xiao Zhuoyan followed the old woman's words and said, "Who do you want me to take revenge on?"
The old woman muttered for a long time and said an unknown name. Xiao Shuan was naturally anxious and Xu Wanqing couldn't help but sigh. In this matter, the old woman's head was indeed a little uncomfortable.
Aura.
Xiao Zhuoyan twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and asked again: "Where is he?"
"I don't know." The old woman shook her head, but quickly said clearly: "But if you have a name, you can always find it if you want to find it. I remember his appearance and will always remember it! That man, damn it
The man!" The old woman said, as if she suddenly fell into some long-lasting and unforgettable memory, the expression on her face began to become a little crazy again, Xu Wanqing saw that Xiao Zhuoyan was unnoticeable.
sighed.
Xiao Shu poured a glass of water for the old woman. She fell asleep quickly after drinking it. She thought there was sleeping pills added to the water. Xiao Shu smiled bitterly and said, "I can't help it. Every time I talk about these things, she gets very angry."
I was very excited and my mood swings were very severe.”
Xiao Zhuoyan remained silent, but kept looking around the room. There were traces of his father everywhere in the room. Not only were there photos, but some clothes were hanging on the hangers as usual. There was also a big teacup filled with water.
There was water and tea was brewing in it. In his childhood memory, his father was like this. He liked to brew a large cup of strong tea and put it on his desk. He would take a sip when he was tired from work. It had almost become a part of his memory.
The sign of the father.
However, this symbol now seems to only make people feel bitter. He has passed away for five or six years, but in this small home, it seems that he has never been far away.
Perhaps when it comes to the word love, there is no right or wrong.
Xiao Shu also poured tea for him and Xu Wanqing. After sitting in silence for a while, Xiao Shu said, "I will accompany you to the cemetery."
He was speaking to Xu Wanqing, but his eyes were looking at Xiao Zhuoyan. Xiao Zhuoyan raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Thank you."
In a cemetery in the suburbs, Xiao Zhuoyan saw his father's grave.
No matter how much resentment there is, one person is dead... No matter how much resentment and hatred is in my heart, it will all dissipate in that moment.
Xiao Zhuoyan was very calm, just focused on burning the paper money. Xu Wanqing had been silently accompanying Xiao Zhuoyan, occasionally looking up at the sky. It was almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the sky was blue and clear, like the color of sea water. She had been squatting for a long time,
Feeling a little tired, I stood up and straightened my back, but suddenly I felt something was wrong.
Because it was not a sacrificial festival, there were only three of them in the cemetery. However, the moment she straightened up, Xu Wanqing seemed to feel a flash in front of her eyes, as if a figure not far away quickly shrank from a bush.
.
She rubbed her eyes in confusion and looked again. There was still silence all around. She could only hear the rustling wind. Was there anyone there?