Don't come here, the milk dog who wears books

Chapter 352
Lu Qing was obviously in a good mood, thinking that tomorrow he would not have to go to class because of the Tomb-sweeping Day, so he wouldn't need to get up early, hehe.

It seems that there is another reason to stay up late tonight.The good mood lasted until when Lu Qing sat at the dining table, a serious question suddenly occurred to Lu Qing's mind.

Ah, wait, on Ching Ming Festival, people should go to the grave, so don't they have to get up early tomorrow to go to the cemetery?

"That—" Gu Qing thought for a while and put down the soup bowl in his hand, and said tentatively, "Tomorrow is Qingming Festival."

Everyone at the table was quietly eating the food in front of them, but after hearing Gu Qing's words, they all stopped for a while.Chen Ting nodded, and then asked cautiously:
"Tomorrow, Xiaoqing should go to pay homage to her mother."

"Yes." Gu Qing nodded.

It stands to reason that this should be the case. Although she has no impression of Gu Qing's original mother, if she doesn't go, she should be found to be a little bit wrong.Looks like I have to get up early tomorrow.

But if she goes to pay homage to Gu Qing's mother tomorrow, what kind of emotion should she go with?Should I kneel in front of the grave and cry loudly, or should I look sad and pretend to be strong?

If the performance is different from the previous Gu Qing, will you be found to be different?

Thinking of this, Gu Qing's eyebrows frowned slightly, the good mood just now disappeared suddenly, and he looked a little preoccupied.

At this time, Lu Qing fell into deep contemplation for tomorrow's acting skills, and the corners of his mouth that had been raised were also flattened at this time, looking very distressed.

However, Chen Ting thought it was because she mentioned Gu Qing's mother that made her feel uncomfortable, so she couldn't help but look even more disturbed.

"That—Xiaoqing, I had a bouquet of chrysanthemums and wanted you to give it to your mother instead of me. I... I won't go." Chen Ting looked a little embarrassed, and her words became softer as she spoke.

In the past, Gu Qing usually went to the cemetery alone to pay homage to her mother on Qingming Festival, and sometimes Gu Qing would yell at her when she wanted to go with her.

"Why are you pretending, didn't you kill my mother? Why are you pretending to be kind now, do you still want to sing a song on my mother's grave to be happy?"

"Don't disgust me, okay."

"A person like you deserves to see my mother? I don't even look at what kind of person you are."

Every word always hit Chen Ting's heart, sometimes she really wanted to tell Gu Qing the truth desperately, but every time she came to her mouth, she saw little Gu Qing's sad face, Every time I had to swallow bitterly.

Don't blame the child, this is the weight she should bear.

Thinking of this, Chen Ting's eyes dimmed a bit, and the corners of her mouth raised a touch of bitterness.

"Mom..." Gu Lingchuan wanted to say something in dismay, but was interrupted by Gu Qing:

"Won't Aunt Chen go tomorrow? But I think if you want to pay homage to my mother, you should send the flowers yourself so that your heart will be conveyed, right?"

After all, Lu Qing wasn't Gu Qing, he didn't think too much about it, he just asked questions with some doubts after hearing that Chen Ting wasn't going.

Chen Ting was taken aback when she heard Gu Qing's words, "I... can I go too?"

In fact, she also wanted to worship that woman, wanted to thank her, thanked her...

"Of course." After eating a spoonful of rice, Lu Qing replied vaguely as if he didn't feel anything wrong at all.

"Okay, listen to Xiao Qing." Hearing Gu Qing's answer, Chen Ting's eyes flashed a hint of surprise, but also a little relief.

This child Xiaoqing has really changed a lot.

(End of this chapter)