Chapter 288

Zhuge Yunkang's father's generation has been working hard in Malaysia. During the year, every traditional festival in China is celebrated in their family. Every year, they go to the graveyard to pay homage to the deceased ancestors on Tomb Sweeping Day.

"Ma Mo, do you remember the tomb sweeping day when I was five years old? You all searched for me all night, and finally found me in my mother's graveyard. On that day, you and Moab said that my mother was killed by him. Do you remember? " Huang Boxuan points to Zhuge Yunkang with anger and asks Mrs. mo.

"Don't you think my wife was killed by my master? The master didn't kill his wife? My wife is suffering from dystocia and massive bleeding. She has been in poor health since she was rescued. When you are nearly full moon, she finally... Left... I was in the ward to serve her from the beginning to the end of the day when she left. I know best. " Mrs. Mo tried to recall it sadly.

"Then why do you say in my mother's graveyard that she was killed by him?" Huang Boxuan had lost his patience at this time, and he decided that the Mo and his wife did not dare to admit that they were frightened by the evil power.

"Young master, since you say so, it must be something we said. Time has passed too long. Let me think about it." Mrs. Mo began to ponder.

"I remember that we went back first that day. My old Mo and I stayed in front of my wife's grave for a while to talk with her. I sighed that my master loved her so much, but finally my wife left first."

"My master can't say," the master dotes on his wife so much that he even has to hold her when he goes down the stairs. She is not willing to walk on her own. As a result, her physical fitness is poor, so it's hard to recover after giving birth to the young master. It's the master who has hurt her. " That's what my family said at that time! "

"It's not that the master really killed his wife. It's... It's a saying that our husband and wife feel sorry for his wife. Young master, I don't know that you were hiding nearby at that time. I didn't expect that the casual conversation between our husband and wife hurt you... After hating the master for more than 20 years, we... Our husband and wife are guilty! "

"Master, please punish me. It's my fault. That day, I talked about my wife. Mo just said that. I'm sorry for my wife and you, as well as the young master!" Mrs. Mo began to cry bitterly.

The more Mrs. Mo said, the more she understood what had happened for so many years. Unexpectedly, her husband and wife were the culprits.

When Mo Sheng heard what his wife said, he suddenly remembered that there was such a thing, and he really said so at that time. But no one thought that there was a five-year-old young master hiding behind the tombstone next door. What's more, the young master didn't listen to the words in front of him and just heard the last sentence.

5-year-old children are too young to know how to jump out on the spot and ask for the reason. They misunderstood for more than 20 years and made their father and son turn into enemies. This is a great sin!

If it were Zhuge Yunkang in the early years, Mo Sheng and his wife would have been able to light the sky.

Mo Sheng secretly looks at Zhuge Yunkang, thinking that he will be furious and kill their husband and wife. However, he doesn't expect Zhuge Yunkang to sit still in his chair, with no expression on his face.

After hearing this, Huang Boxuan looked incredulous and thought: master and servant collude? This little trick can't fool me! See how you go on!

Mrs. Mo walked gingerly to Huang Boxuan, holding an object wrapped in wine red flannel in her hand. She held it in her hands and extended it to Huang Boxuan.

"Young master, this is my wife's diary. Before she died, she asked me to keep it for you when you grow up. First, it's for thinking. Second, she said that you should find someone who loves you and live a good life. When they went to call me just now, I heard that the young master was coming, so I brought this diary to you. You should keep it in the future. " Said Mrs. mo.

Huang Po Xuan took it and slowly opened the flannelette. This is a hard leather diary that has turned yellow. Every page in it has turned yellow.

He could recognize the lines of graceful characters above. They were his mother's handwriting. Although he had never seen his mother before, his maid often gave him his mother's calligraphy from a very young age, so that he could learn to practice calligraphy. So he was too familiar with his mother's handwriting.

Zhuge Yunkang looked at his son holding the diary with a gloomy face.

The whole hall was very quiet. Only Huang Boxuan's voice of turning over his diary. He quietly read more than ten diaries, each of which was the mark of happiness left by his mother. Every page seemed to be filled with his mother's laughter. Between the lines all revealed his father's love for his mother and his mother's love for his father.

Huang Boxuan saw and shed tears. Did he really hear wrong? Didn't hear it completely? Parents are in love, he hated wrong? Wrongly hated his father for more than 20 years? The truth is so dark!

Zhuge Yunkang had a deep Sichuan character on his eyebrow. This was the first time he saw his son's tears since he was five years old. His nose became sour and he wiped his eyes secretly.

"It's... I heard it wrong... Don't worry, I don't blame you." Huang Boxuan didn't vent his anger on Mo Sheng's husband and wife. He wiped away his tears and said a word to them flatly.

"Young master, you and your wife are very similar. They are so magnanimous! Our husband and wife are guilty and have made you suffer for so many years. " Mo Sheng said excitedly, his heart full of debt to the young master.

"All right, all right! You two get out! Get out of here! You are not allowed to step into this hall without my command Zhuge Yunkang wanted to punish them, but after hearing his son forgive them, he didn't want to fight against his son, so he had to let them out and didn't want to see them again for a minute.

There were only father and son left in the hall. Huang bowed his head like a child who had done something wrong and did not dare to look up at his father.

"Change your surname back!" After a long silence, Zhuge Yunkang only said this.

"Good!" Huang Boxuan's answer was firm and forceful.

He owes his father this surname. When he grows up, in order to let his father know how much he hates him, he resolutely changes his surname to his mother's.

Then there was another awkward silence.

"Often come back to live, here... So big..." ZHUGE Yunkang doesn't know what to say. His son is in his early 30s this year, and the father and son haven't communicated like this in more than 20 years.

"Good!" Huang Boxuan responded.

Zhuge Yunkang is speechless, and there is only such a short communication between him and his son?

"I want to see a Ying." Huang Boxuan's tone to his father is no longer so fierce.

"..." ZHUGE Yunkang pondered for a minute or two, looked up and said, "OK, you come with me."

He knows it's time to face it, and what should come is inevitable. If his son doesn't care about a Ying's experience, being with a Ying can make his son feel happy. He admits it. Let him decide for himself. He doesn't object.