Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The flowing clouds outside are floating quietly. Under the transparent glass curtain wall, the traffic of the whole s city is still so crowded

The noise of the outside world seems to have nothing to do with the grief here

……

Ye Qingcheng got out of the taxi and the car just stopped at the entrance of s city cemetery.

She paid the money and left the car. Today's sun is very good. There are streamer clouds in the sky. The sky is so blue.

She took a deep breath. After registering from the entrance, her parents' cemetery was at the front.

Ye Qingcheng walked over and stopped slowly in front of the tombstone.

Surrounded by large green lawns, stone gray light stone tombstones engraved with the names of their parents.

[mother: Bai Jingmo, father: ye Qin.]

There are also photos of her parents in black and white. At that time, her mother's hair was long and slightly curled behind her. Her eyes were like a lonely swan, clear and transparent. A pair of slightly red lips, even in her 30s, looked like she was only in her early 20s.

Her father was plain.

Ye Qingcheng sat down in front of the tombstone. In front of the tombstone was a bunch of white daisies that had just withered. Obviously, ye Liancheng must have been here not long ago.

"Mom..." Ye Qingcheng leaned against the tombstone and his eyes were slightly sour. "Why have I not been accompanied by my parents since I was 8 years old? You know, I think if you are by my side at this time... I can cry in your arms..."

Ye Qingcheng's feelings and life, no one can talk about, always alone

How she wanted to show her mother the beautiful paintings praised by her teachers from school as she was a child.

I miss her so much. When she was 7 years old, she broke her knee in the school sports meeting and came back to cry in her mother's arms

How she misses

At this time, the sky was slightly gloomy. Today's weather forecast said there would be sunny to showers.

Ye Qingcheng didn't want to get up at all. Her lower abdomen was a little nervous and faintly painful.

"Boom -"

Suddenly, a dull thunder roared across, and the sky slowly became gloomy. The originally bright sun seemed to hide behind the dark clouds.

"Patter -"

"Patter -"

"Patter -"

There were small drops of water falling on the nearby leaves, making a slight sound.

Ye Qingcheng leaned his head against the tombstone, raised his hand, gently stroked and wiped a drop of water on his mother's photo.

The woman's eyes in the photo seem to have a little bit of a smile, but also with a faint pride, which is not close to the clarity.

************************Suqin's love is humble. When she wrote this, she wanted to cry, but after all, she is still a villain. Don't forget the group number. The group number is 557168339. PPS: you all asked me about the grand finale. They went back to England immediately. After they went back, the high tide basically ended. I don't think it's far away. I've uncovered the rest of the foreshadowing... Tomorrow's change**********************************************