Chapter 295

After walking about five minutes, Ji Xinqing suddenly stopped at the roadside.

"Mom, what's the matter?" Tang Huaishu raised his head.

Ji Xinqing stood for a moment, then shook her head and led Tang Huaishu to the depths of the cemetery.

At this time, the sky has been slightly dark, hazy.

Stopped in front of a tombstone, Ji Xinqing loosened Tang Huaishu and put the flowers in her hand in front of the tombstone.

She stared at the black-and-white photos on the tombstone for a long time before she whispered, "Xiao Wu, here... It's Xiao Langshan's new home."

With a smile, Ji Xinqing said to the little girl in the black-and-white photo, "little Langshan, my mother came to see you. Guess who my mother brought this time." as she said, she pulled Tang Huaishu to the tombstone. "It's brother Xiao Wu. Brother Xiao Wu came to see you."

"Come on, little five, say hello to your sister."

Tang Huaishu got out of Ji Xinqing's arms and trotted to Meng Lanshan's tombstone.

Looking at the smiling girl with curved eyebrows in the black-and-white photo, Tang Huaishu's eyes were suddenly full of water vapor.

"Xiao Liu, my brother came to see you." he tried to hold back his tears. "Xiao Liu, my brother misses you so much. Do you miss my brother?"

Tang Huaishu talked to the tombstone, while Ji Xinqing stood not far away and quietly watched the scene.

"Auntie, are you afraid of sleeping alone at night?" Tang Huaishu suddenly turned his head.

Ji Xinqing blinked and covered the sadness at the bottom of her eyes. She tried to remind the corners of her mouth. She replied, "no, Xiao Wu, Xiao Langshan is very brave. Of course she can sleep alone."

Tang Huaishu gently touched the little girl in the black-and-white photo and tried to say easily, "Xiao Liu, my brother told you something. Aunt Ji is my mother now, but don't worry, I won't rob my mother with you. It's only an hour. I just borrow an hour from you."

"Xiao Liu, will you promise?"

There was silence and no one answered him.

Ji Xinqing's eyes suddenly became a little astringent. She lowered her head.

"Xiao Liu, my brother seldom comes out once and can't stay with you for long. But, you see, my brother brought you a gift." with that, Tang Huaishu took out a folded square white paper from his pocket.

Unfold, it's a picture.

The picture shows two little people, a woman holding a little girl.

The same white dress, the same curved eyebrows with smile.

"Xiao Liu, it must not be fun for you to live alone in the sky now. My brother has lived in the hospital since childhood and knows how a person feels. Therefore, my brother helped you draw your mother. You can have a look when you miss your mother..."

Tang Huaishu carefully glanced at Ji Xinqing not far away, suddenly lying on the tombstone, lowered his voice and said, "Xiao Liu, my brother tells you a secret. In fact, my brother has been painting for ten days. Because tomorrow is my mother's birthday, my brother wants to take advantage of today to give her his painting. Xiao Liu, my brother will tell you another secret. Don't be angry. The one my brother gave to my mother is the best one, and the one given to you is the second best..."

I don't know what I'm talking about. Ji Xinqing shook her head and smiled helplessly.

Are you talking about a little secret?

"Xiao Liu, don't tell your mother," Tang Huaishu put his hand into his pocket, touched another folded drawing paper, and bared his teeth and smiled.

But with a smile, Tang Huaishu frowned.

The tombstone was empty, except for a few bouquets of flowers, the rest was full of dust. Tang Huaishu looked at the clean paper in his hand and didn't know where to put the painting for a moment.

"Mom."

Ji Xinqing suddenly heard an aggrieved voice in her ear. She was stunned and looked at Tang Huaishu standing there with a wrinkled face, "Xiao Wu, what's the matter?"

Tang Huaishu raised the picture in his hand. "Mom, this is the picture I gave to Xiao Liu, but I don't know where to put it."

Ji Xinqing walked over and took the picture in his hand, stunned for a second.

"Mom, where do you put the picture?"

"Little five, you wait here obediently, and mother will come back soon." Ji Xinqing stuffed the painting back into Tang Huaishu's hand and turned to leave.

Before long, Ji Xinqing borrowed a lighter from the gatekeeper and came back.

"Xiao Wu, Xiao Lanshan lives in the sky now. She can't receive the gift you gave her, so shall we send this picture to her?"

"How do you send it to her?" Tang Huaishu raised his head naively.

Ji Xinqing touched his head and smiled, "don't worry, mom has a way."

Bending down, Ji Xinqing carefully lit the picture in his hand, but in a few seconds, the flame rubbed the whole paper and turned into gray embers.

"Mom, will Xiao Liu really receive it?" Tang Huaishu raised his head, looked at the dark sky and asked in confusion.

"Yes, don't worry, Xiao Wu. Xiao Lanshan will certainly receive the gift you gave her."

"Mom, does xiaolanshan live there?" Tang Huaishu asked, pointing to the sky.

Ji Xinqing looked up and felt something hot in her eyes. She quickly raised her hand and wiped her eyes, and then pulled Tang Huaishu up from the ground. "Yes, xiaolanshan is powerful now. She is already an immortal in the sky, so ah, she lives in a very big place..." before she finished, Ji Xinqing suddenly stopped.

Tang Huaishu suddenly hugged her leg and buried his face tightly. Ji Xinqing felt his body tremble.

Crying?

"Xiao Wu," Ji Xinqing hurriedly pulled him apart. Sure enough, she saw Tang Huaishu's tears all over his face and squatted down. She kept wiping the corners of his eyes, "Xiao Wu, what are you crying for? You're a man. Why are you still a crying ghost, and you're still in front of Xiao Langshan, you're not afraid of her laughing at you..."

"Mom," Tang Huaishu sobbed. When he heard Ji Xinqing's words, his tears began to flow more and more fiercely, "I Miss Xiao Liu, I miss her, I miss her so much..."

Ji Xinqing bit her lip, patted him on the back, and coaxed softly, "Xiao Wu, you are a little languid brother, you must look like a brother. How can a brother cry in front of his sister like you?"

Tang Huaishu cried out of breath. Ji Xinqing kept wiping Tang Huaishu's small face and said, "Xiao Wu, my mother also wants to be small, but my mother didn't cry, right?"

"Little five, when you want to be alone, you don't have to cry."

Tang Huaishu opened his big eyes and replied with a heavy nasal voice, "but I just want Xiao Liu. The more I want to feel, the more uncomfortable I feel, the more I want to cry."

Ji Xinqing smiled, "then don't cry. Xiaolanshan never cries. Mom hasn't seen xiaolanshan cry yet..."

The heart contracted suddenly, and the unspeakable pain suddenly hit.

It seems that, indeed, she... Never cried.

Ji Xinqing tries to ease her mood. She is comforting Xiao Wu. How can she make herself uncomfortable

"But I just want to cry..." Tang Huaishu rubbed his eyes hard.