Chapter 1243

As if feeling unable to drive away the father and son who would rather get in the rain than leave, the originally swirling rain line gradually receded, and then slowly stopped.

The gloomy dark clouds were blown by the strong wind and blown to the far west, and the warm sun peeked out from the clouds, silently watching everything that happened under the feet.

After the rain, the sky clears, the rainbow hangs for the first time, and the charming colorful bridge hangs obliquely in mid-air, forming a beautiful landscape with the world after the rain.

It's just that these pleasant scenery can't catch the eyes of Jack and Tinker Bell who are still crying.

They are still immersed in the pain of losing Ruan Xiaoju, unable to extricate themselves.

The warm sun lazily shone on the two of them until their rain-drenched clothes dried, Jack patted Tinker Bell on the shoulder with a tired face, "Let's go, we should go back."

Dingdang's eyes were already red-swollen from crying, he was reluctant to look at the portrait of Ruan Xiaoju on the tombstone, and looked at Jack pleadingly, "Daddy, I want to stay with Mommy for a while longer."

Jack shook his head, and walked out with his arms around Tinker Bell's shoulders, "No matter where we go, your mommy can see it. She went to heaven and will watch us from above the clouds."

Little Ding Dong quickly raised his head, looking at the floating clouds in the Chuqing sky, as if he really saw Ruan Xiaoju's bright smiling face.

"Mommy, are you really looking at me from above? I'm sorry, Mommy. Although a thousand or ten thousand sorrys can't make up for the mistakes I made, I still want to ask for your forgiveness."

Tinkerbell looked at those pure white clouds with tears in his eyes, and prayed silently in his heart, "Mummy, I'm sorry, everything is Tinkerbell's fault! Mommy, can you forgive me?"

The breeze blew gently, and even the floating clouds in the sky were blown into different shapes. A large piece of cloud suddenly turned into the shape of a smiling face, as if it really was Ruan Xiaoju's answer to Ding Dong.

Little Dingdong blamed himself so much that his heart was about to collapse, and then he suddenly realized, and silently promised, "Mummy, you forgive Little Dingdong, don't you? Mommy, don't worry, I will take good care of Daddy and younger brother, and become your My favorite Tinker Bell!"

Jack didn't know all this, he just walked towards the outside of the cemetery with Tinker Bell in his arms, and he didn't even have the courage to turn back.

Because he didn't know if he would have the courage to leave again if he turned around!

What was buried behind him was not only the woman he loved the most in his life, but also all his vitality.

Now he is just a walking dead, and he still has unfinished business to do.

Xiaoju, wait for me, when I bring up both babies, I will come down to find you.

We promised to be together forever, no matter it is earth or heaven, I will never leave you alone!

The wind continued to blow, seeming to sweep Jack and Tinker Bell's silent heartfelt voices into the sky, and sent them to the distant horizon.

The setting sun slowly slanted westward, stretching the silhouettes of the father and son who were leaving the cemetery very long.

They didn't notice that above their heads, the white cloud in the shape of a smiling face became even whiter, and the shadow it cast just overlapped with the figures of the father and son, so intimate.

When Jack and Tinker Bell drove back to the villa, it was completely dark.

Looking at the home shrouded in the night, Ding Dong felt a layer of grief in his heart again. When he left here, he still had a warm and beautiful home. But now when I come back, everything has become so sad.

Jack parked the car outside the villa, opened the door and walked out, waved to Ding Dong who was still sitting in the car dazedly, "Let's go home."

Little Ding Dong's eyes shrank. There is no mommy at home, so can they still be called home?

"Why don't you come down? Let's go and see Little Pudding." Jack waved to Tinker Bell again as he spoke.

Only then did Ding Dong pluck up the courage to jump out of the car, and followed Jack towards his familiar yet unfamiliar home.

It was dusk now, and the setting sun in the sky was like a big fiery red egg, hanging listlessly on the horizon, reflecting the red color of Ding Dong's way to her home.

He walked so slowly, every step felt like he was walking on the tip of a knife, and when he got home, how would he face his young brother?

Before Tinker Bell could sort out his emotions, Jack had strode to the door of the villa and pushed open the heavy iron gate.

The carved iron door made a dull sound, and the maid guarding the door immediately trotted over, came to Jack respectfully and bowed, "Master is back?"

"Yeah." Jack hummed lightly, and asked casually, "Who is taking care of Little Pudding inside? Nian En?"

"Yes, since the master left, the young master loved the house, and Miss Qiao felt sorry for him and cried, so she simply moved here." The maid raised her head and saw Tinker Bell following Jack, and she cried out in surprise, "Dear Master!"

Little Ding Dong nodded at the maid with a stiff face, feeling that the maid's yelling of the young master just now made him very embarrassed.

Hehe, what kind of young master is he? Whose family's young master will destroy the family?

Seeing that Tinker Bell was not very happy, the maid didn't dare to say anything more, bent over and retreated.

Jack glanced back at Tinker Bell, and encouraged him softly, "It's all home now, don't be so sad."

After speaking, Jack strode towards the courtyard.

Tinker Bell lowered his head and followed Jack forward, secretly pinching his face as he walked, so that his face, which had been pale for so many days, had some blood and looked a little alive.

The father and son strode towards the yard. They had just crossed the cobblestone path, but they didn't come to the door of the living room. Qiao Nianen, who heard the sound, had already jogged out of the house in surprise.

"Brother! Tinker Bell! You're finally back! It's so good!"

Qiao Nianen was so happy that she almost jumped up. She hadn't heard from Jack for a long time, and she couldn't find his whereabouts everywhere. She couldn't eat or sleep with worry.

Today, as soon as she put Little Pudding to sleep, she heard Jack's voice coming from the downstairs door, and ran down in a hurry, unexpectedly it was really Jack!

What surprised Qiao Nianen even more was that Jack actually brought Tinker Bell home!

Looking at Qiao Nianen who was crying with joy, the corners of Jack's eyes were slightly red, and thousands of words stuck in his throat, but he didn't know what to say, so he just nodded silently.

Qiao Nianen looked at the vicissitudes of Jack, and his heart ached.

That was the brother who raised her since she was a child. She had never seen brother Jack so haggard all these years!

Xiaoju went to heaven and took her brother Jack away...

Sorrow welled up in Qiao Nian'en's heart, causing her tears to roll down, she quickly lowered her head, pinched her nose and pressed it down.