Chapter 1590

Lei Ruixiu's face was full of doubts. Without time to ask more questions, Lei heting's repeated voice came from his ear, "kneel down!"

Hearing this, Lei Ruixiu didn't hesitate any more and did as he said.

He fell straight down, knelt down in front of the tombstone, and pursed his lips to look at the inscription.

It says, "I love the tomb of Li Ruiqiu.".

He had never heard of the name of Li Ruiqiu, and there was no picture on the monument.

Lei Ruixiu looks at Lei heting puzzledly, many questions ferment and hover in his mind.

At this time, Lei heting took out a handkerchief from his pocket, walked forward, carefully and seriously wiped the tombstone, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Rachel, here comes my son!"

Son?!

Lei Rui looks at the tombstone rigidly, his eyes slightly confused, "Dad? What do you mean

Lei heting didn't look at him and continued to wipe the tombstone in his hand.

His serious behavior even made Lei Ruixiu read out the taste of piety.

The breeze blows across the cheek, blowing the petals of the white rose.

Lei heting Yu Guang saw this scene, thin lips rippled a gentle smile, "you see him, don't you?

Fortunately, you are not angry, so many years to bring him to see you, you look carefully, he is not like you? "

At this point, Lei Ruixiu has understood.

This is Li Ruiqiu, his mother?!

How can it be!

He is the son of Lei heting and Huo Xinlian!

"Ruixiu, kowtow to your mother. I'll tell you what you want to know later."

Lei Ruixiu's eyes were deep in Lei heting's eyes. His hands were tight on his side. Even though he wanted to refuse in the bottom of his heart, he held his hands on the ground and kowtowed three times in just one second.

Some things gradually become clear.

But in Lei Ruixiu's heart, there are countless questions to be understood.

Without saying a word, he knelt in front of the tomb and watched Lei heting carefully clean every corner of the memorial garden.

Ten minutes later, Lei heting walked back to Lei Ruixiu and put his hand on his shoulder

Kneeling on the cold ground for a long time, Lei Ruixiu's legs trembled when he got up.

Lei heting looked at the dust on his trouser legs and sighed: "do you know why you call Ruixiu?"

Lei Ruixiu shook his head in silence, and his eyes locked his cheek.

At this time, Lei heting looks up at the clear sky, and his wistful tone is full of yearning and memories. "Rachel's English name is Rachel.

Transliterated, very similar to your Ruixiu. She's your biological mother, Rachel

Speaking of the last sentence, Lei heting's gaze at the sky gradually falls on Lei Ruixiu.

"Huo Xinlian can only be regarded as your adoptive mother. Your mother was pregnant before she married her."

Perhaps the memories of the past are too painful. When Lei heting said this, his voice was obscure and hoarse.

Especially to the son who has concealed for many years to open the inside story of that year, that kind of bitterness and suffering all pervasive erosion of his nerves.

At this time, Lei Ruixiu's heart beat a little disorderly, and his eyes fell on the tombstone for a long time before he asked, "do you love her? If love, why marry someone else? "

Yes!

Love so deep, in the end is not married with others!

Lei heting breathed heavily for a moment, rolled his throat knot and laughed at himself, "because I'm weak!"

Then he stepped forward and squatted in front of the tombstone.

Lei Ruixiu watched with his own eyes as his fingertips trembled and stroked the inscription, but all the words he wanted to continue questioning were blocked in his throat.

How much regret and desolation should I have to admit that I am weak?