A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

The cold wind, mixed with rain, rolled over icy cold.

Lifting the broken hair in front of her forehead, brushing her black skirt.

The low voice is heavy and heartbreaking.

The thin figure stands firmly in the wind and rain.

mom……

mom……

"mom--"

There were countless sounds in my heart, and finally, with traces of mourning to the bone, rolled from the throat and rushed out of the lips and teeth.

Li Yi didn't know how to comfort her.

But looking at her pale face, cold eyes, and the sadness hidden between the corners of her eyes and brows, she couldn't help but say: "It will be better if you cry."

Bao Jinghan obviously heard what he said, but she didn't answer, she just squatted down and stared at the tombstone closely.

Get closer, get closer to mom...

In a blink of an eye, it has been 15 years since my mother left, and it has been five years since she left this hometown.

In 15 years, more than 5000 days and nights, you are here alone, and that scumbag named Ye has a beautiful woman in his arms and good wine in his hand.

Is it worth it?hate it?

The light-white fingertips slowly brushed the bright red lowercase letters on the stele.

It is described stroke by stroke.

It was as if he wanted to brand this name into his heart word by word.

Hesitant to speak, Li Yi stretched out his hand to pull it up.

Before her hand touched her shoulder, she heard her say in a low voice: "I am not qualified to cry now. Li Yi... give me what I said today, and be a witness!"

Li Yi's hand trembled slightly.

Hearing her call his name so solemnly suddenly, he was not startled, and turned to look at her.

Looking at each other for half a minute, Li Yi nodded solemnly.

"Okay, I'll help you witness. I believe Aunt Qing will believe you too!"

……

I don't know if it is a psychological effect.

When we left, the cold wind became much gentler, and the rain gradually thinned.

But Bao Jinghan's steps were still so heavy and heavy.

Every step contains too much pain, parting, hatred, love and nostalgia...

Holding an umbrella, Li Yi followed her silently.

I met a middle-aged man holding a bouquet of blue hydrangeas head-on, walking towards them with an umbrella alone, and then passed by.

Li Yi's attention was all on the people around him, and he didn't pay attention.

On the other hand, Bao Jinghan, as if suddenly returning to his soul, said "Huh", and suddenly stopped in his footsteps.

"what happened?"

Without answering, Bao Jinghan turned his head to look at the vigorous back of the middle-aged man.

The man was found approaching the mother's tombstone...

Gasping for air, the cold wind seemed to be poured into the throat all at once.

Bao Jinghan was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened suddenly, staring at the back.

But the man moved, stood in front of the tombstone next door, and put down the bouquet.

The look in the eyes suddenly dimmed.

Bao Jinghan shook his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up in self-deprecating manner.

Is she too sensitive? No one stipulates that chrysanthemums must be used for sacrifices... Perhaps, the person next to me likes hydrangeas just like my mother?

"Let's go!"

His eyes swept over.

Finally, taking a deep look at the tombstone in the distance, Bao Jinghan bit her lower lip fiercely, turned around resolutely, and walked down the mountain.

Firm and decisive!