217. Chapter 215 An Unforgettable Spring Festival IV
With her eyes lowered, her long and thick eyelashes hiding her emotions, her movements of rolling out dumpling wrappers continued to speed up.
It's like venting or covering up.
The atmosphere was unusually deserted.
Suddenly, a beautiful dumpling was held in front of her with a white hand, "How is it? Does my dumpling look better than his?"
The magnetic and pleasant voice was filled with a hint of jealousy, but it no longer had the anger of the past.
Mu Mu raised her head and looked at Lu Yifan. His deep eyes seemed to be expecting her to give him a thumbs up. She couldn't help but laugh, "Silly uncle."
The circles under his eyes were red.
Jiang Fangming prepared some wine and food for Lao Mu that he liked to eat during his lifetime, and asked Mu Mu to take them to the cemetery.
The cemetery is not far from the compound, it takes half an hour to drive there.
When the car entered the cemetery, a military-branded Land Rover happened to be leaving the cemetery, and the two cars passed by.
Mu Mu was wearing a black woolen coat, her long hair was tied up high as always, and she walked into the cemetery with a solemn expression.
Since Lao Mu moved in, she has only come twice.
The closer she got to Lao Mu's tombstone, the heavier her mood became, and even the meal frame she was holding seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.
When she arrived in front of Lao Mu's tombstone, the first thing she saw was the black and white portrait of Lao Mu on the tombstone. She bent down and put down the things in her hands, stood up straight, and gave a standard military salute to the tombstone.
The movements of Lu Yifan and Mu Mu were almost as neat as if they were following slogans.
Three plates of side dishes and a small bottle of white wine have been placed in front of the tombstone, and a very small August 1st red flag has been placed next to it.
"Someone came here before me. You did pretty well." Mu Mu joked to the portrait of Lao Mu.
But my heart is sour.
I felt sad looking at Lao Mu's portrait, and felt sad looking at the things on the ground.
The man in the driver's seat of the Land Rover military car they missed just now, wearing a military uniform, was not Ning Rui, so who was it?
They all saw each other, as if they knew they were still in each other's hearts. No one said they didn't want anyone anymore, but no one was obsessed with letting go.
Maybe the two of them missed it peacefully just like they missed the bus just now.
Mu Mu poured two glasses of wine, one for himself and one placed in front of the tombstone.
He held the wine glass and clinked it with Lao Mu's. He raised his head and drank halfway when he was stopped by Yifan Lu, "I'll drink the rest."
Mu Mu was too drunk, and he just wanted to have a drink with Lao Mu.
Yifan Lu raised his head and drank the remaining wine under the quilt.
The cold wind found a gap and penetrated into his body. Mu Mu's hands were so cold that he stood in front of the tombstone and refused to leave.
"In my impression, you always speak very forcefully and have a strong body."
"Once I was on a mission and couldn't sleep for many days. You survived it. How much pressure did you feel that knocked you down?"
"You haven't thought about Fu. I haven't had time to buy you anything with the money I earned. I haven't even cooked a meal for him, and you haven't showed any filial piety. You left."
Mu Mu bent down and touched the portrait on the tombstone, tears dripping down into the food, "Are you at a loss?"
"Let's go." Lu Yifan pulled Mu Mu into his arms.
He glanced at Lao Mu's portrait with a deep look, and tightened his arms around Mu Mu.
He will protect her.
When we returned, the weather had changed. It was the time for the New Year's Eve dinner and the sound of firecrackers continued.
