Shui Anluo reached for her hand and said, "Xinle."

Xinle looked up, already in tears, "I really didn't want to hurt him."

Shui Anluo got up and hugged her and patted her on the back gently: "I know you didn't mean it. Shaoqing is a criminal policeman. She may have been a little stiff, but she didn't really aim at you."

Xinle holds shuianluo's wrist tightly and bears his emotions.

"But Xinle, do you think it's impossible for you and elder martial brother?" Shui Anluo slightly lowered his head and looked at Xinle, who was buried in sobs, "elder martial brother, I really have nothing but you. In fact, it's not that elder martial brother doesn't take you to see his family these years, but you don't know that elder martial brother has too many problems with his grandmother and his father. Maybe in elder martial brother's cognition, those people have no right to participate in his life, so it's not that he doesn't want to take you to see them. "

Xinle still did not speak.

"The elder martial brother hated his grandmother for more than 20 years. Later, he learned the truth. There was a gap between him and his grandmother. His father cheated him for more than 20 years. Later, he chose to travel around the world to make up for his mistakes in that year. How do you ask him to say, grandma, I'm married; how do you ask him to say, Dad, I'm married. ”

Shui Anluo keeps on talking. She thinks she has become a grandmother and hopes they can get together.

Because in this world, maybe there will be no more people who are more attentive to elder martial brother than Xinle.

As the new year is approaching, Qiao Huihe's cremation is arranged at noon the next day, while Mo luzu kneels in the low temperature of the morgue all night.

Xinle didn't show up. After Shaoqing watched it several times, she didn't show up. Shaoqing was disappointed. It seemed that the girl really gave up on Mo Lu su.

He is such a silly cousin that he really has nothing left.

Qiao Huihe's mausoleum is next to the old master of the Chu family, which has been fixed for a long time.

Although the old master almost defeated the whole Chu family later, and even harmed his daughter for a lifetime, Qiao Huihe once said to Shui Anluo that once love is over, there is no way to stop it. Even if we know that he is inexorable, we can only choose to bear all this.

So, the boy she loves is still the boy.

It snowed heavily on the day of Qiao Hui's burial, and the children were placed at home.

Solemn cemetery, in addition to desolate, no other atmosphere.

Chu Mobai put his mother's ashes in the mausoleum with trembling hands, and then was supported by Chu muddy wing.

Shui Anluo's eyes fell on the man who always stood upright. He was still the clothes of that day. Standing in a corner, he seemed to be abandoned by the world.

Shui Anluo walked over and stood beside him.

Mo Lu Su looked up at the sky and let the snowflakes hit his face with a piercing cold.

"I just know now, originally, this is called nothing, life without love." Mo Lu Su said in a hoarse voice, "I hate her for so many years, but I haven't said sorry to her. She died in my hands, just like I wanted her to die. She really died."

Mo Lu Su's voice was light, like the sound of Shura coming from afar, without any vitality, as if he really had no love.

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