Li Qingshen walked over and sat quietly next to the girl. Ling Momo felt someone and turned her head, just in time to meet Li Qingshen's beautiful face.
"Are you hungry?" Li Qingshen stared at Ling Momo for a while before simply asking.
Ling Momo shook her head, then turned her face away silently, staring at the new grave not far ahead, staring blankly.
Li Qingshen stared at Ling Momo's side face quietly for a while, then spoke again, with a light tone: "My condolences."
Ling Momo nodded slightly, but still didn't say a word.
"I've been sitting for a long time. Why don't you get up and walk around? Your legs will feel uncomfortable!" Li Qingshen spoke again. Ling Momo shook her head. Li Qingshen stopped talking. The two of them just sat side by side in silence.
, the cold moonlight poured down from the horizon, hitting the two bodies on the ground, and pulled out two neat figures on the ground.
The fields are very quiet, and occasionally when the wind blows, the rustling of the leaves can be heard.
Li Qingshen tilted her head and looked at Ling Momo, a deep affection flashing in her dark eyes.
Ling Momo might feel a little uncomfortable sitting in the same position, so she moved slightly, stared at the night sky, and suddenly spoke, maybe when she ran here from home, she hid here alone and cried secretly for a long time.
, with a somewhat hoarse voice, "Actually, to this day, I still vaguely feel that my great-grandfather is by my side and has never left."
"When I was young, I lived in the countryside for a while. I was very naughty and often played in the fields. When it got dark, all the children went home, but I was the only one who still enjoyed it. Then my great-grandfather would hold a flashlight.
, come to me and come home for dinner."
Ling Momo's eyes became a little blurry, as if she was recalling the past, and she bent slightly: "Then my great-grandfather took my hand and walked towards home, step by step. It felt like the road was too long to walk.
It was the same, so I just refused to leave, pestering my great-grandfather to carry me on his back, and then my great-grandfather would squat in front of me, and I would lie on his back..."
When Ling Momo said this, the corners of her lips were still curved, but there was a layer of tears in her eyes.
In fact, Ling Momo really wanted to talk it out, but she didn't know who to tell it to. She was sitting here alone, watching the sky gradually getting darker, and she felt that she was particularly pitiful. Those sad and suppressed
She felt extremely depressed in her heart. Now in the dead of night, the appearance of Li Qingshen made her say it word by word to Li Qingshen for some reason.
Li Qingshen didn't speak, just listened quietly.
"But when I grow up, I realize that no matter how long the road is, it will have an end..."
After Ling Momo finished speaking, she didn't speak again.
Li Qingshen blinked at Ling Momo's profile and spoke in a low voice. In the quiet field, Li Qingshen's voice was cold and gentle, like a warm spring breeze, with a special feeling.
Heart-warming rhythm: "Momo, I know you miss your great-grandfather in your heart. No matter what I say, I can't comfort you. But, Momo, have you ever thought that if you are so sad now, your great-grandfather will too?"
Death is not peaceful. Before he died, the one thing he couldn't let go of most was you. He was worried that you would not live well. Your great-grandfather did so many things for you, but should you do something for your great-grandfather now?
"Li Qingshen walked over and sat quietly next to the girl. Ling Momo felt someone and turned her head, just in time to meet Li Qingshen's beautiful face.
"Are you hungry?" Li Qingshen stared at Ling Momo for a while before simply asking.
Ling Momo shook her head, then turned her face away silently, staring at the new grave not far ahead, staring blankly.
Li Qingshen stared at Ling Momo's side face quietly for a while, then spoke again, with a light tone: "My condolences."
Ling Momo nodded slightly, but still didn't say a word.
"I've been sitting for a long time. Why don't you get up and walk around? Your legs will feel uncomfortable!" Li Qingshen spoke again. Ling Momo shook her head. Li Qingshen stopped talking. The two of them just sat side by side in silence.
, the cold moonlight poured down from the horizon, hitting the two bodies on the ground, and pulled out two neat figures on the ground.
The fields are very quiet, and occasionally when the wind blows, the rustling of the leaves can be heard.
Li Qingshen tilted her head and looked at Ling Momo, a deep affection flashing in her dark eyes.
Ling Momo might feel a little uncomfortable sitting in the same position, so she moved slightly, stared at the night sky, and suddenly spoke, maybe when she ran here from home, she hid here alone and cried secretly for a long time.
, with a somewhat hoarse voice, "Actually, to this day, I still vaguely feel that my great-grandfather is by my side and has never left."
"When I was young, I lived in the countryside for a while. I was very naughty and often played in the fields. When it got dark, all the children went home, but I was the only one who still enjoyed it. Then my great-grandfather would hold a flashlight.
, come to me and come home for dinner."
Ling Momo's eyes became a little blurry, as if she was recalling the past, and she bent slightly: "Then my great-grandfather took my hand and walked towards home, step by step. It felt like the road was too long to walk.
It was the same, so I just refused to leave, pestering my great-grandfather to carry me on his back, and then my great-grandfather would squat in front of me, and I would lie on his back..."
When Ling Momo said this, the corners of her lips were still curved, but there was a layer of tears in her eyes.
In fact, Ling Momo really wanted to talk it out, but she didn't know who to tell it to. She was sitting here alone, watching the sky gradually getting darker, and she felt that she was particularly pitiful. Those sad and suppressed
She felt extremely depressed in her heart. Now in the dead of night, the appearance of Li Qingshen made her say it word by word to Li Qingshen for some reason.
Li Qingshen didn't speak, just listened quietly.
"But when I grow up, I realize that no matter how long the road is, it will have an end..."
After Ling Momo finished speaking, she didn't speak again.
Li Qingshen blinked at Ling Momo's profile and spoke in a low voice. In the quiet field, Li Qingshen's voice was cold and gentle, like a warm spring breeze, with a special feeling.
Heart-warming rhythm: "Momo, I know you miss your great-grandfather in your heart. No matter what I say, I can't comfort you. But, Momo, have you ever thought that if you are so sad now, your great-grandfather will too?"
Death is not peaceful. Before he died, the one thing he couldn't let go of most was you. He was worried that you would not live well. Your great-grandfather did so many things for you, but should you do something for your great-grandfather now?