[69 Book Bar - www.] Seeing Xiran's tearful look, Nangong Liang ignored the coldness of Xiran's palm and quickly held her hand, "Xiran, how could I treat you as an outsider?
Don't cry..."
As soon as she said don't cry, Nangong Xiran's tears overflowed from her eyes. She was sobbing and said: "My brother didn't let me go last year, but this year I'm sixteen years old. Why doesn't my brother let me go with you?"
Aunt Qingmei?"
"Aunt Qingmei?" Nangong Liang suddenly remembered that today happened to be Aunt Qingmei's memorial day. He secretly blamed himself for forgetting Aunt Qingmei's memorial day because of the competition with Guan Luoyi.
Nangong Liang quickly wiped the tears from the corners of Nangong Xiran's eyes, "Okay, Xiran, stop crying, let's go see Aunt Qingmei together."
"Okay!" Nangong Xiran quickly broke through tears and smiled, gently pushing Nangong Liang's arm, "Then let's go, brother."
The sky gradually dimmed, and two figures walked forward one after another on the rugged and narrow mountain road. There was no one on the road, only the cold and moist air that followed them all the way. Both sides of the mountain road were filled with snow-white datura.
magnificent.
Mandala flower is also known as the flower of the other side and the ghost flower. The flower blooms but no leaves are seen, and the leaves grow but no flowers are seen. They will always be at odds with each other in life after life.
Nangong Liang came to the lonely grave with heavy steps, "Aunt Qingmei, Xiao Liang is here to see you."
Just when he reached the cemetery, the corners of Nangong Liang's eyes were already wet. Although he tried his best to hold back, the tears still burst out of his eyes uncontrollably.
He knelt down and stroked the words Yu Qingmei engraved on the cold inscription, "Aunt Qingmei..."
Nangong Xiran also knelt down and saw her brother's eyes filled with tears. The tears in the corners of her eyes could not help but fall from both sides of her cheeks, "Aunt Qingmei, I am Nangong Liang's sister Nangong Xiran. Today I am accompanying my brother.
Got up to see you."
Nangong Liang took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and tried to force the tears back into his eyes, but how could this be possible? The tears were like water, and once they flowed out, they could never be taken back.
He had no choice but to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes with his hand, and turned to look at Xiran, who was also filled with tears. "Okay, Xiran, don't cry. I believe Aunt Qingmei doesn't want to see us feel so sad for her in heaven. She
I definitely hope that we can live happily and forget all the unpleasantness."
Nangong Xiran nodded lightly, "Brother, you are right, we should live happily so that Aunt Qingmei can feel at ease in heaven."
Nangong Xiran wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and reluctantly moved her lips, "Brother, I won't cry anymore. I'm very happy to have met you."
"Happy?" Nangong Liang stood up, then helped Nangong Xiran up from the ground, frowning slightly, "But as an elder brother, I failed to take good care of you. If I could accompany you to the beach that day, maybe
You wouldn't have had an accident, and your hands wouldn't have become so cold for no reason. It's all my fault!"
"Brother, didn't I say that this has nothing to do with you? Why do you keep blaming yourself?" Nangong Xiran raised his head and stared into Nangong Liang's apologetic eyes, "Brother, if it hadn't been
You rescued me from the hands of the bad guys. I may have been sold to someone else or I don’t know where I am. Maybe I’m already dead now.”
"Maybe this is fate. It was that illusory fate that made me meet you, then rescue you and become your brother." Nangong Liang looked into the distance and couldn't help but recall - meeting Nangong Xi nine years ago.