On a normal holiday, Zhuang Jingyan went to the teaching and research department in the morning and came back at noon. After cooking for a meal, she read books until now. She is old and looks very focused with reading glasses...

The wind blew deep and the leaves rustled, and she realized that someone was coming.

Outside the window, the slender figure was slowly walking in. Zhuang Jingyan suddenly laughed, got up and pushed open the door, and smiled brightly as if Chuntao: "Here is here? Where is the child?"

This scene seemed like a different world.

"The child is at my sister's house and I didn't bring it here," she said softly with a smile, "Can I come alone?"

"Whatever you say, the older and younger mothers are in pain, come in quickly!"

When she stepped into this door again, she felt too different, too shocked and shocked, just like she thought Gu Jingsheng was such a simple person, but she didn't know that he was carrying such deep guilt and such dangerous pressure, and was always smiling and supporting him. The things he carried were different from others. In that dark world, he kept such a heavy secret alone and held it until he died.

"Mom, are you reading a book? Wrong"

"Reading," Zhuang Jingyan resumed, and went around to pick up reading glasses and put them on. The gray hair on her hair and the chain of reading glasses made her look very kind. "The students in the school are getting more and more disobedient. If I don't listen to class, I dare to sleep in class. I know that I am so old and still register every day. Do you deserve me and money? You said..."

Lin Yitong was amused and smiled slightly, and her slender fingers gently stroked the pages he made countless marks: "But you like it..."

"Even the position of director in the teaching and research department is free for you to sit in the office, but you are not going to do it and you have to teach students."

"Well, that's it," Zhuang Jingyan also laughed, "It's boring to sit in the office. Come and sit. I'm spreading the carpet thickly, so I don't worry about catching a cold. I also like this short table. The school gave it to me, come--"

The old lady moved away from her seat and could see that she was dressed in formal clothes when she went out. She didn't know where she came from after being stimulated.

At this age, I don’t think it’s a big deal. It’s better to cook two dishes and talk to each other at night than anything else.

"Mom," she called her softly, looking at the watery eyes at the ceiling with a clear and soft light flashing, and her head gently rested on Zhuang Jingyan's legs, "What did Jing Sheng look like when she was a child?"

"Jing Sheng..." Zhuang Jingyan raised her book and read, her eyes were calm and kind under the reading glasses. "When Jing Sheng was a child, she was like other boys. She was naughty and troublesome."

She was slightly stunned and smiled, "How could it be..."

The Gu Jingsheng she remembered was so gentle that she seemed to never hurt you, and she couldn't even bear to say something serious to you.

"It's a mess. But this child is sensible early and has a lot of things that are very clear and does not need to be taught by adults. One winter, during the Chinese New Year, he played with other boys. At that time, his family was a bungalow. He took a small basin and put it on the roof, smashed and smashed people's heads and cried. Our training... But no matter how he trained, it was useless. Until one day when he was playing at home, the cashier bank on it was smashed and smashed and hurt. He didn't cry. It hurt for a long time. After a while, he ran to another yard and held the child's hand and said sorry, I felt it hurt, and I would never hit you again..." Zhuang Jingyan tskated, "Oh, I really didn't know if it was a face or a shame. The family hadn't interacted with us for half a year because of that matter..."

The tiny man laughed out loud.

Yes. This is right. It is exactly the same as what Zhuang Jingyan said, the Gu Jingsheng she remembered should be like that.

As I smiled, my eyes became wet.

I felt sorry for Gu Jingsheng who left him without knowing him. Fortunately, she is now the closest to him. She enjoyed the maternal love he had enjoyed. Even if the Yin and Yang are separated, they are like blood.

When Zhuang Jingyan saw that she was amused, she felt that her merit was fulfilled.

"I cook tonight, and someone gave me water chestnuts. Can you eat them?"

She was so depressed that she buried in her arms, and said a little: "Well, eat."

"What else to eat?"

"there is none left."

"Okay, I'll go and buy some vegetables later..."

"Mom," she asked a moment later, "Jing Sheng's tombstone is still in the Martyrs' Garden, right?"

It should be.

Once, she hated Huo Siran forcibly forcing Gu Jingsheng to death due to personal love, and even posthumously named him as a martyr. She had never seen such ugly and sarcastic experiences. But now she knew how outrageous she was wrong. The two words martyr are worthy of Gu Jingsheng, and that man must have felt that love and hatred have always been clearer than anyone in this world.

"I'm in the 13th row of Tomb No. 7 in the Martyrs' Garden, I didn't go to see it even if I knew it," Zhuang Jingyan blinked and dissipated. "I don't like him as a martyr. He would be my son."

Thirteenth row, Tomb No. 7.

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It’s early to dinner at night. People who are getting older are becoming more and more aged.

So when we came out after dinner, it was not completely dark. Lin Yitong went out and called a car. In the rustling evening breeze, he directly reported the address of the cemetery.

She had to admit that she was in a complicated mood when she went there, and didn't know what she would see, and how to face Hosran in the future. But when she really arrived at that place, she was completely shocked. She would never have thought that she would see such a scene-

Tomb No. 7, 13th row.

Although the tombstone is far away, you can see three tombstones standing side by side from afar, and you can't see the number plate clearly. A tall and handsome man had already squatted there, with a broad and strong back, and a thin little figure in his arms. The little girl with long soft hair was sitting upright on his lap, listening to him whispering something to the tombstone.

That scene pierced into her unprepared heart.

In the early morning, she clearly remembered him saying, "I'll pick someone up."

Her little face was slightly pale. For a moment, she couldn't see the size of the little girl, and she couldn't guess the relationship between her and Huo Siran. She had blood or didn't.

Her mood was a little confused, but she lowered her eyelashes and adjusted her mind, trying to restore her normal mood. She did not forget what she wanted to do when she came here. The wind was a little tight, and she finally walked towards her slowly.

"... I will follow Uncle Huo in the future, live in the city temporarily, and then go to the United States. Maybe I will never go back again." Huo Siran opened his thin lips lightly, his voice was low and magnetic, and his deep eyes were desolate. He pinched her little hand, "Do you still want to go back? Go back to your aunt's place."

The little girl looked at him blankly with her shiny big eyes. When she heard this, she shook her head suddenly and kept shaking her head.

She doesn't go back. She doesn't want to go back even if she dies.

"Okay," Hosran nodded, patted her little head, as if she was talking to her, "Let's go to the United States. Say to Dad, uncle will go prepare soon."

The little girl didn't know the concept of America at all, but she saw the beautiful and beautiful figure slowly coming from behind him, her bright big eyes were a little cowardly, and she shrank and hid in his arms.

Huo Siran's heart moved, and he didn't know what was behind him. He just looked back with her eyes. When his deep eyes touched the familiar and slender figure, his chest was shocked!

It's her.

It turned out to be her.

Yingting's handsome face suddenly pale. Hosran hugged the little girl down with one arm and stood up. Until she was sure it was her, she slowly said: "Aren't you leaving?"

He checked the flight she was on, and there was no mistake or grounding.

"I told you that I will come back at noon, and I really came back, but you are no longer there. The room was cleaned up and you didn't take anything away." His eyes were red, his low voice was hoarse and magnetic, and his eyes were deep and dark as ink, as if he wanted to see her in his bones.

For a moment, she was also shocked that her water eyes flashed slightly, and then she remembered what she had not left and didn't have time to tell him.

But--

"How did you know that I would be leaving in the afternoon?"

The curve of her little face was slightly raised under the lights of the cemetery, revealing doubts, as if she refused to believe yesterday, at such a moment of emotional collapse and depression, and in such an urgent and dangerous rhythm, he was still intent on checking the flight scheduled for her passport?

Hosran stared at her tightly, his eyes gushing up, and he asked lightly: "Otherwise, what do you think you mean to me?"

"I beg you in the morning, 'I hope you will be there when I come back', why?"

She thought there were so many things about her that he didn't care? He didn't want to know? In the future, there was only the opportunity for her not to tell him about such things, but there was no possibility that he would not investigate them.

He just thought she had left and had already flown into the sky. He had just picked up someone to wash and replace the child's clothes for an afternoon. Until now, the military district's resignation approval documents will not be released so quickly, and he thought that the visa might not be resolved. He was running at high speed in his mind and thinking about how to find her. He had decided to go to the United States to find her in the shortest time.

But unexpectedly, she is still there.

Her watery eyes flashed, because unexpectedly, even her breathing began to slowly become unstable.

But Hosran's tall figure had approached her, gently stroked her face, looked at her with a steadfast look, "So decided not to leave, right?"

His voice was dry and his eyes were so focused that it was impossible to escape.

She had no way to answer.

She still had too many questions in her heart that she couldn't solve them, and she had too many emotions to express, but she was already determined here. Her face turned slightly pale, and she could only barely utter two words: "For the time being..."

But he never thought that the next moment, Hosran's big palm had tightly clamped the back of her head and pulled her upwards, and her thin lips pressed heavily on her lips! She didn't have time to react when she was fierce, but her sweet lips were gently pried open, and the smell of rushing into her mouth was clear and domineering, exuding a full masculine aura. He sucked her tongue tightly, and felt her existence clearly in the soft and electric comfort! She didn't have time to be surprised, and the root of her tongue was sucked sorely in an instant! But it was only a moment. Hosran did not indulge, but just kissed her hard and hugged her in his arms!!!

A tight, sore, suffocating hug.

It was a kind of power that was extremely afraid of losing, tense and trembling. He clearly remembered that the tenderness and care of last night were real, so how could she give it to you at this time and leave again?!!

The eyes, which were so wet in the scarlet, were closed tightly, buried in the thick hair and neck, and refused to come out.

The heavy weight on his shoulders made Lin Yitong feel a vague pain.

The little hand was tightly pressed against his shoulders, her face turned red and white, eased the feeling that she hadn't been invaded for a long time: "Hosran..."

She didn't ignore it. In the darkness, the poor little girl was huddling behind the stone tablet, revealing only half of her body and a pair of big eyes, looking at them timidly and puzzledly.

Hosran tightened the back of her head, leaned close to her thin ear, and kissed her finely for a few times.

She trembled and couldn't stand it.

"Tongtong," he called her in a low voice, word by word, "I'm very happy, you can stay."

All her embarrassment, annoyance, discomfort, and emotional ups and downs seemed to disappear in the deepest sentence in her heart. She could clearly feel that the out of control was not a move, a hooligan, or even a intentional one, but his emotions were really at a certain extreme, and I don't know how to express it to her.

Her little face was slightly pale, and her little hand gently pushed him away first, remembering the purpose of her coming. More importantly, she now saw clearly the words on the tombstones and passed by in turn, which were "Gu Jingsheng", "Bai Wangchuan", and "Huo Ye". In the distance, she saw the three tombstones that were close to the buried, which were these three.

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