Chapter 505

The seventh day of the summer was startled. He could not help frowning and said, "Feng Xun, why do you swear like that?"

She knows his sincerity towards herself, that's enough!

Feng Xun gave her a soothing smile and said to the photo of Xia's mother on the tombstone: "aunt, I don't know if you will agree with me to be with the little girl, but I still want to call you mother!"

His life is given by Xia mu... In his heart, she is his rebirth mother!

Feng Xun's voice falls, a light wind blows, and the branches shake gently, making a rustling sound, as if in response to Feng Xun's oath.

A leaf also fell in front of Feng Xun's knees at this time. Feng Xun lowered his head to pick up the green leaf and said in a low voice: "mother, thank you for believing in my sincerity. I will remember your kindness. I will protect the little girl and make her happy all her life!"

With these words, he once again bowed solemnly to the tombstone of his mother Xia. He kowtowed three times in succession. Every time he kowtowed to the ground, there was a sound of Dong, and his heart was also tight when he heard the seventh day of Xia Dynasty.

She only felt that her heart beat faster with his kowtow. She came to worship her mother with Feng Xun, but never wanted him to make a promise to her dead mother in this way

But Feng Xun didn't listen to her advice and insisted on doing so. On the seventh day of the summer, he couldn't help sighing. He came over and took his arm and said, "Feng Xun, that's enough!"

Feng Xun's lips flashed a bitter smile, his life is the little girl's mother in exchange, just a few kowtow, how enough?

But he could not say what he thought in his heart. He could only put the green leaves in his pocket solemnly, and then he got up slowly.

"Feng Xun, why do you want to do this?" At the beginning of summer seven, he patted the dust on his knee, picked up a tissue, stood on tiptoe, raised his hand to wipe his forehead, looked at his red forehead, and said painfully: "you promised your mother that the spirit of mother in heaven would hear you, but you have to knock so loud!"

"If not, how can I show my sincerity?" Feng Xun shakes his head and smiles, looks at her distressed eyes, holds her wrist and says softly: "don't worry, my forehead is OK!"

"I can see your sincerity, my father can see it, and my mother can feel it when she knows it!" On the seventh day of the summer, after a pause, he continued to help him wipe the dust on his forehead and said, "what's more, mother is so kind-hearted. How can you promise her in such a way?"

"Your mother... Is probably the kindest woman in the world!" Feng Xun nodded slightly and said with emotion that his voice became a little remote.

"You're not the only one who said that, and my father did!" On the seventh day of the summer, she sighed, lowered her eyes and said, "sometimes I even think that if she is selfish, maybe nothing will happen..."

Feng Xun lowered her face again, held her in his arms, lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair. He said with a smile: "little fool, don't continue to blame yourself. Your mother is great. I don't think she ever regretted the decision she made before she died."

The seventh day of summer nodded silently and said in a low voice: "yes, maybe if you give her another chance, she will make such a decision..."

Feng Xun patted her on the shoulder and did not speak any more. His eyes fell on the tombstone. Xia Mu's gentle smile. If she did it again... She might make the same decision, but he would never let the same tragedy happen again!

They hugged each other for a moment in front of Xia's mother's graveyard. I don't know how long it took before Xia's seventh day came out of Feng Xun's arms and whispered, "let's go. Let's let mother stay quiet for a while, and come back to accompany her later."

Feng Xun nodded, took the shoulder of Xia's seventh day, and said respectfully to the photo of Xia's mother on the tombstone: "mother, I've gone with the little girl, and we will visit you regularly to accompany you in the future!"

"Goodbye, mom!" On the seventh day of the summer, he waved to the picture of his mother on the tombstone and left the quiet cemetery with Feng Xun.

A wisp of breeze blowing, behind the leaves are still constantly shaking, seems to be in place of the summer mother in the sky, to say goodbye to them.

Before getting on the bus, on the seventh day of the summer, he still looked back and wanted to look back at his mother's graveyard. However, he found that there was a figure passing by not far away. He was secretly puzzled.

Just now when she and Feng Xun went to worship their mother, there was no one in the huge cemetery. What happened to the flash of the figure?

"Little girl, what are you looking at?" Feng Xun, standing at the door of the car, looks back at the cemetery behind her and asks with concern.

"Strange, I just seem to see a figure, in the blink of an eye to see no more..." early summer seven shook his head, said suspiciously.

"Maybe you are wrong. There are many branches here. Maybe the branches are swaying in the wind!" Feng Xun patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile: "get on the bus quickly!"

"Yes, it's in broad daylight. It's not Haunted!" Early summer seven spit out tongue, and Feng Xun together on the car.

The driver in the front row asked respectfully at this time, "Feng Shao, where are you going now?"

"Or go back to Xia's old house!" Feng Xun gave an order. He thought of the figure he saw on the seventh day of the summer. Just in case, he asked in a deep voice, "you were just outside the cemetery. Did you see anyone else entering the cemetery?"

"No, I've been watching. No one has gone into the cemetery!" The driver shook his head and replied meticulously.

Feng Xun nodded slightly, grasped the palm of Xia's seventh day, and said with a smile, "no one else entered the cemetery. You should have read it wrong..."

"This is the only way to explain, or just the administrator of the cemetery in it..." the seventh day of the summer shrugged and did not continue to think about it.

When they got back to the old house, it was almost noon. The housekeeper Chen Bo had prepared lunch. Xia Fu was sitting in the living room, reading the newspaper while waiting for them to come back.

"Dad, we're back!" On the seventh day of the summer, Feng Xun and his father go into the room together. When they see his father sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, they are a little timid when they think of Chen Bo's saying that he has something to look for them.

Fortunately, Xia's father was quite pleasant. He put down the newspaper and said, "let's finish lunch first."

The seventh day of the summer was relieved. He and Feng Xun went to wash their hands and sat at the table. Seeing that the food had been set up and that the other brothers and sisters were not there, they could not help asking: "Dad, Uncle Chen, what about the others? Don't they have lunch? "

"Your elder brother has a business to talk about. After eating out, Yunfeng takes up the drawing board and goes out to sketch. It's estimated that he will come back after a while!" Summer father tone light ground says.