Still, in order not to make her suspicious, he still put his fork towards the plate.
I remember she said that she learned how to make fried eggs from her mother.
At that time, my father always liked to eat this, so his mother often made this breakfast.
Thinking of this, Leng Zimo's fork slipped and grazed the plate with a sharp sound.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Turning around and placing the milk beside him, Luo Xiaoqian naturally raised her hand to touch his forehead.
"I'm fine." Leng Zimo raised his hand to stop her palm, "Let's eat, it's getting late, and we have to go to the cemetery soon."
Luo Xiaoqian sat on the chair opposite, "But, you said before that we had to go later and miss your father's visit?"
"I...I changed my mind." Leng Zimo said.
This matter is very important to both him and her. He must find his father and ask clearly.
Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Luo Xiaoqian didn't ask any more questions.
After swallowing hard the omelette that had no taste at all, Leng Zimo said softly, "Xiao Qian, has your mother... been to Beijing?"
"Of course!" Luo Xiaoqian put down the milk cup in her hand, "My dad was in the army at that time, and she often came here to see my dad."
"What I mean is that you came to Beijing in the past few days, five or six years ago?" Leng Zimo chose his words carefully and stared at Luo Xiaoqian nervously.
Maybe, he saw it wrong.
After all, there are many people who look alike in this world, maybe this is just a misunderstanding.
"Five or six years ago?" Luo Xiaoqian looked thoughtful, "It seems... not?"
"Really?" Leng Zimo's eyes flashed with joy.
"No..." Luo Xiaoqian suddenly looked astonished, "I remembered that she came to Beijing when I was just admitted to high school. It happened to be May Day when she came, and I still wanted to come with her.
She refused no matter what. She seemed to have stayed in Beijing for a long time that time. Later, when I asked her what she was doing, she only said it was related to her father's affairs, and she didn't tell me the details!"
Isn’t mid-May the time when my mother passed away?
The joyful look in Leng Zimo's eyes was instantly shattered.
"Then..." His voice was extremely low, "What's your blood type?"
"Me?" Luo Xiaoqian smiled, "I am type AB like you, why do you suddenly want to ask this..."
"Nothing, just asking." Leng Zimo picked up the cup and drank milk, his mouth full of bitterness.
After eating, Luo Xiaoqian changed her clothes, and the two of them went downstairs together. Leng Zimo drove the car directly out of World City, without stopping when he passed the flower shop downstairs.
"Didn't you order flowers?"
Luo Xiaoqian reminded him doubtfully, and then he backed the car back and went down to get the bouquet.
It was already past ten o'clock when the two of them arrived at Babaoshan Cemetery together.
The weather was gloomy, with a sporadic drizzle falling. Leng Zimo took the umbrella from the trunk and gave it to Luo Xiaoqian, then strode into the cemetery in the rain.
All the way to Leng's mother's tomb, Leng Lin and Leng Zirui had already arrived. Leng Zirui sat on the grass indifferently, while the guard stood aside, holding an umbrella for Leng Lin dutifully. When he saw the two people
, Leng Zirui immediately laughed and joked.
"Mom, look, your daughter-in-law is here to see you!"
Luo Xiaoqian's face turned red, and she bowed to Leng Lin and said, "Hello."
At this moment, Leng Zimo placed the bouquet in his hand in front of his mother's grave.
