Zhang Jingyou let go of Cheng Ningyou's hand, and tears followed, dripping drop by drop on the black tombstone.
He bent down, placed the cake in his hand in front of the tombstone, and knelt down.
Stretching out his hands and touching the photos of his parents on the tombstone, tears flowed out like a fountain, "Happy birthday, Dad."
"I brought my sister to see you."
Cheng Ning looked at the two photos on the tombstone, her heart trembling. She looked very similar to her father, but her eyes were very much like her mother's.
Engraved on the tombstone are the names of my parents, loving mother Liu Xizi, loving father Zhang Yang, and daughter Zhang Jingyou.
There is no her name, yes, why would her name be engraved on it? She is the murderer who killed them.
Looking at their smiling faces, I felt just like the first time I saw the portrait of Lin Wei, heartbroken and painful.
Slowly bending down and kneeling in front of the tombstone, she raised her hands, trembling with her heart, wanting to touch the smiling faces of her parents like Zhang Jingyou did.
But I could lift it into the air, and I no longer had the courage to stretch forward.
'It was her driving that killed her parents...'
'My sister drove her parents off without a driver's license...'
She finally knew what Zhang Jingyou didn't say. It was her hands that killed her parents.
"Dad, Mom..."
Everywhere in his body was trembling, even his voice was trembling.
"Sister, can we put candles together for dad?"
Zhang Jingyou opened the birthday cake. The surface of the cake was poured with a layer of dark chocolate, which was so dark that it penetrated the eyes. On it was written "Happy 50th Birthday, Dad" with red strawberry jam.
Fifty years old. Dad was only forty-five when he died. He was only forty-five.
Cheng Ningyou took a sharp breath, biting her lower lip tightly with her teeth, looking at the two photos on the tombstone, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Mom, Dad, I'm sorry."
I'm sorry to them, they gave her life, but she ended their life, I'm sorry to them, they slept here for five years, but she never came to see them.
I'm sorry for them, she forgot them completely. I'm sorry for them, she didn't take good care of her sister.
Zhang Jingyou took a handful of black candles and inserted them into the cake one by one, "Thirty...forty...forty-nine...fifty."
Fifty of them have been inserted.
She picked up the matches and prepared to light the candle.
Cheng Ningyou said, "Can I have some?"
Zhang Jingyou's hand holding the match trembled. She lowered her head and struggled with her heart. Then she raised her head and handed the match to Cheng Ningyou's hand with a smile.
"Sister, please give me some, and we can help daddy play together."
Her dark eyes were filled with tears, and the tears on her face had not yet dried, and then tears fell down again.
Cheng Ning's heart twisted into a ball as he watched.
Patiently lit fifty candles.
Zhang Jingyou glanced at Cheng Ningyou's belly, turned to look at the photos of her parents on the tombstone with a smile, "Mom and Dad, my sister has a baby in her belly. It's her and Brother Mo Shen's child."
Then he reached out and touched Liu Xizi's photo, and said with a choked voice, "If mom is still here, she will be very happy, as happy as godmother."
My godmother is so excited at home these days that I can't sleep. She often goes to the house next door and talks to the vacant house, as if she is chatting with her mother.
Pei Mochen has to be urged to propose marriage every day, and even the old lady who used to not come to her door once every six months has recently come to urge her to do it.
ps: There have been a lot of updates today, and there have been very few comments lately, so I invited a hypocritical bitch, don’t blame me~o(n_n)ohaha~
