Ye Fei's car also stopped slowly. After ye Fei got off the car, her eyes fell on the couple.

The rich man took a look at Ye Fei and pointed to a tombstone on the side of his body in some embarrassment, and then said nothing.

Tears have been spinning in her eyes, but ye Fei has not let her tears fall down. Instead, she gently picks up a smile and steps on the soft land and slowly walks towards the tombstone.

Looking at the figure of Ye Fei, Su Mo Han's heart is blocked badly, catching up with the first two steps and holding her hand.

Ye Fei turned her head and looked at him. She was very quiet and did not cry. She just called out his name: "Su Mo Han."

"Yes."

Su Mo Han gently answers, and then tightly holds the little hand of Ye Fei and accompanies her to the tombstone with her.

The tombstone is not too old, but it is a bit rough. A white board without polishing is engraved with the language of the country.

Ye Fei did not recognize the handwriting on it, but recognized the photo on the tombstone.

The photo shows a child with closed eyes. The owner of the monument does not seem to have a picture of him with his eyes open and smiling, so it seems that he can only take one of them when he is sleeping and hang it here.

The picture is not black and white, but color.

But even if it is color, it still makes people feel sad. That small face is still the same as the memory, but there are several scratches on the delicate face. The photo does not seem to have been processed, so it is very real.

Ye Fei tightly grasps Su Mo Han's hand, and her eyes are filled with tears.

Xiaotian, mom finally found you.

Do you blame mom for coming too late?

Mom is here, but how can you fall asleep?

Why did you leave without saying a word?

Do you know that mother still has a lot of words not to say with you, do you know that mother wants to hold you again.

In front of the slope is quiet, occasionally the wind blows, the leaves above will be rolled up, and then slowly fall again.

Mother has not finished telling you the story of Cucurbita pepo. It seems that we only talked about Sanwa last time, right?

Ye Fei clenched her lip, never let the tears drop down, but she had bitten the blood on the lip.

Su Mo Han on one side is not so good. He looks at the child in the picture.

He still remembers that when he first met, he teased him and told the police that he was a human trafficker.

He also remembered the bridal chamber candle, but he took the calligraphy to hide under his bed to make trouble.

He also remembered that when he was away, he would buy a bunch of roses and give them to Ye Fei on his behalf.

He also remembers that he would get up with him many mornings and copy his movements in the bathroom and in front of the mirror.

Su Mohan drooped some moist eyes, he never felt that he was a person with rich feelings, but at the moment, there was a pain called cone heart that made him unable to breathe.

Even if he had guessed countless times, he might have had an accident.

But it was not until this moment, this second, until he saw his photo hanging on the tombstone that he realized that he could not accept such an ending.

Ye Fei opened her mouth softly, with tears in her eyes, but with a smile: "Xiao Tian, today I see my father and mother. Are you happy?"

"I guess you'll be happy, even though you don't say anything."

"But why are you willing to leave? How can I leave my mother? Mom hasn't had time to wait for you to grow up. "