A group of people in the distance also stopped in front of the tomb of Leng Zimo's mother.
Just as Luo Xiaoqian guessed, the old man walking at the front, who was only in his fifties but already had gray hair and a back as straight as a sword, was none other than Leng Zimo's father, Leng Lin.
The young man walking beside him, wearing field combat uniform, looked somewhat similar to Leng Zimo.
It's just that the eyebrows are not as sharp and angular as Leng Zimo's, they are slightly slender, and his chin is also sharper than Leng Zimo's. His temperament is completely different from his. He is obviously wearing a gentleman's uniform, but it looks different on him.
Still showing off a bit of arrogance.
He has the same monster feeling as Jiao Yang, but there is a big difference among this kind of monster. If Jiao Yang's temperament is like a fox, then this person is like a leopard. Under the seemingly lazy posture, there is a hidden secret.
Danger and explosiveness.
This young man is Leng Lin's second son and Leng Zimo's younger brother, Leng Zirui.
"Let me tell you, my brother must have been before us on the anniversary of my mother's death. How could he forget it?"
Leng Zirui raised his chin towards the bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone, and quickly glanced around the tomb. He noticed a few grasses scattered beside the tomb. He turned and looked at the mountain road on the other side.
Wherever he looked, there was no figure of his familiar elder brother.
When he was in the parking lot just now, he saw Leng Zimo's car. Looking at the flowers and grass, he knew that Leng Zimo must have seen them and walked away from another road.
This guy can't walk very fast!
"snort!"
Leng Lin hummed softly, took the prepared lily bouquet from his subordinates, walked up to it and placed it in front of his wife's grave.
The secretary and the driver were very understanding, and saluted to the tombstone, and immediately stepped back twenty steps away, so that they could protect Leng Lin at any time without affecting the place where he could communicate with his wife and children.
Squatting beside his wife's grave, Leng Lin raised his hand and took out a handkerchief from his pocket.
"No need..." Leng Zirui sat down next to the tombstone, caressed the tombstone with his fingers, and then raised his dust-free palm to him, "Look, since the eldest brother is here, he must be spotless!"
Leng Lin glanced at him sideways, looked at his disrespectful sitting posture, and immediately raised his eyebrows in displeasure.
"Standing or not, sitting or not, what does it look like? Stand up!"
That look, that expression, that tone...are almost exactly the same as Leng Zimo.
"Can't I just get close to my mother?" Leng Zirui hugged the tombstone and said coquettishly, "Mom, look, your old man got angry at me again. You said I'm so pitiful. I'm obviously the most obedient.
I still get scolded every day, how about I go down and accompany you..."
Leng Lin glared at him, but didn't say anything more. Knowing that his eldest son had already wiped the tombstone, he still carefully wiped the entire tombstone again.
His wife is his weak point, and Leng Zirui's trick always works repeatedly.
"Mom, you missed me. I didn't buy you flowers. I brought you your favorite snacks from Daoxiang Village!" Leng Zirui patted his belly, "They are all here. I
I knew you were reluctant to eat even if I took it with me, so I ate it for you..."
"roll!"
Leng Lin growled unbearably.
"Yes!" Leng Zirui immediately stood up and saluted him, "Complete the mission immediately!"
Then, Leng Zirui turned around and prepared to run away.
As a result, as soon as he turned around, Leng Lin had already waved a few words behind him.
