As soon as the special plane arrived, Xie Zhiyin immediately arranged a car to take Mo Ziqing to the cemetery in Rongcheng without stopping.
She didn't dare to let Mo Ziqing experience the city of Rongcheng. Although the city would change in the next ten years, every corner of it held its memory.
Xie Zhiyin squinted her deer eyes and carefully observed Mo Ziqing's expression all the way in the car!
The woman's cold side face faced the window, her apricot eyes were dark and deep, gloomy and sad.
I don’t know if you remember anything?
In Xie Zhiyin's opinion, she has permanently lost her memory and cannot remember it!
As the mountain road becomes more and more rugged, the ray of afternoon sunshine also fades, and the green woods cover up the tombs in the depths.
The cemetery has arrived.
Mo Ziqing sat in silence for a second, took a deep breath, got out of the car, and looked up at the dark mountains and row upon row of tombstones. She asked Xie Zhiyin coldly, "Is your grandpa's grave here?"
"Mom, it's at the highest peak. Come with me!"
Of course Xie Zhiyin did her homework in advance and found Mo Zhennan's grave. Li Chengyu also built a 'Mo Han's tombstone' in advance.
These illusions are all in place.
Since Mo Ziqing wants to worship, then he will.
She couldn't figure it out, so she hurried back to the imperial capital after finishing it.
Xie Zhiyin led the way, and Mo Ziqing followed the steps.
She kept counting the ninety-nine steps in her heart, and she was also counting her increasingly violent heartbeat.
My throat is dry and my eye sockets are becoming more and more sore.
At the top of the mountain, Mo Zi looked towards the row of tombstones expressionlessly, his cold eyes becoming moist.
She walked along the path, searching one by one. When she was in the middle, she saw a black and white photo with traditional Chinese characters written on it: Mo Zhennan.
The regret and longing in my heart suddenly poured out like a flood.
"Zhiyin...is this grandpa?" Mo Ziqing's eyes turned red. He squatted down, stretched out his fingers, and touched the tombstone with a slight trembling. "Poor, I can't even remember my father's full name. I only found this one."
The word Mo."
"Mom, you found the right one. Mo Zhennan is my grandpa's name!" Xie Zhiyin sobbed coyly, knelt down on one knee and worshiped twice at the grave, "Grandpa, my granddaughter is unfilial. It took more than half a year to come to see you.
.It’s not that I didn’t want to come back. I was bullied by evil people and I didn’t dare to go back to Rongcheng. I ran away to Germany and found my mother!
Grandpa, you have a spirit in heaven, have you seen it?
I found my mother and our mother and daughter were finally reunited.
And uncle, uncle... You were killed by Xie Ning, and you died so unjustly! Zhiyin is heartbroken and guilty for not protecting you... Wow, now that mother is back, I believe she will do something for you.
"
Xie Zhiyin cried and burst into tears.
This sad emotion also ignited the burning anger in Mo Ziqing's chest.
How on earth did her brother die?! Was he really killed by that man's wife, his daughter, named Xie Ning?
She will never let that family go!
The ends of Mo Ziqing's eyes were scarlet, and his quiet gaze was like a cold pond frozen over!
She stared at the two tombstones. Her father's tombstone was old and yellowed, but it was very clean. It could be seen that someone had taken care of it for many years.
But my brother's tombstone is extremely new.
She quickly looked down at the new tombstone. The soil that had been turned over was all fresh and moist.
This tombstone looks like it was added just two days ago, rather than a few months ago. Looking at the soil reveals something unusual.
But didn’t Zhiyin say that her younger brother had been killed by Xie Ning a long time ago?
Mo Ziqing's eyes darkened, and he turned to look at Xie Zhiyin coldly, "Did you move your uncle back to Rongcheng for burial a few months ago?"