Luo Xiaoqian hurried over and opened the courtyard door. When she saw Leng Zimo standing outside the door, she immediately started laughing.
"You're back."
"Well." Leng Zimo walked in carrying a box, "Where can I put this?"
Luo Xiaoqian closed the courtyard door and pointed to the small stone table in the courtyard, "Put it on the table and I'll clean it up."
The two of them walked to the small stone table together. Leng Zimo put the box he was holding on the small table and took the rag to wipe off the dust on it. Luo Xiaoqian pinched the buckle on the box.
"By the way, Zimo, your father called me just now."
"He?" Leng Zimo frowned slightly, "What did he say again?"
"The day after tomorrow is the Ghost Festival, and he asked us to go to the cemetery to worship together." Luo Xiaoqian answered honestly.
Leng Zimo was surprised when he heard this.
On the Ghost Festival, commonly known as the Ghost Festival, on this day every year, he would go to his mother’s grave to pay homage. When they were in the car just now, Irene called him to remind him that the day after tomorrow was the Ghost Festival.
The old man actually took the initiative to invite him and Xiao Qian to go back to worship together. This was completely unlike the old man's character.
Since my mother passed away, no matter how busy the old man is, he will go to worship her during the Qingming Festival, the anniversary of her death, and similar programs like the Ghost Festival.
Could it be that he already agrees with Xiao Qian?!
But, isn’t the turning point too sudden?!
"You agreed?"
"He hung up the phone before I even spoke." Luo Xiaoqian said helplessly.
Leng Zimo smiled. The old man's behavior was very similar to his. He could imagine the scene at that time.
"Zimo." Luo Xiaoqian stood up from the chair, "How about we go to the cemetery today and return to Beijing tomorrow?"
Leng Zimo stood up and said, "Okay, but I don't want to see him, especially in front of my mother's grave."
"Why?" Luo Xiaoqian asked puzzledly.
Even if he and his father had some disagreements before, this matter shouldn't involve Leng's mother, right?
Leng Zimo raised his hand and patted her shoulder, "Let's go, let's go see your mother first."
Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Luo Xiaoqian didn't force it and simply packed up. The two of them took a car together to the cemetery where Luo Xiaoqian's mother was.
Taking out the bouquet from the trunk, Leng Zimo personally delivered the bouquet to the tombstone.
Luo Xiaoqian carefully cleaned up the weeds on the side and placed some of her mother's favorite foods she brought in front of the monument.
"Mom, I brought someone to see you today. His name is Zimo. He is very good to me. Now that he takes care of me, you don't have to worry about me there. If you have found your father, remember to tell him too.
Hey, I'm living a good life now..."
As she spoke, there were tears in her eyes.
Even though her mother has gone, at least her gravesite is still there, and she can still come and see her mother and talk to her about her true feelings.
But her father never came back after that time, and she didn't even know where his soul was now. When she thought of this, she couldn't help but feel sad.
Leng Zimo came forward and bent to hold her shoulders. Leng Zimo gently helped her up.
"Don't be sad, I believe your father and mother must be together."
Luo Xiaoqian stood up, smiled and nodded to him, "It's getting late, shall we go back?"
"Let me say a few words to Auntie." Leng Zimo stepped forward and bowed three times to the tombstone, "Hello, Auntie, my name is Leng Zimo. From now on, I will take good care of her, so you can rest assured.
