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Coming out of the cloud, Mujing orange reaches out to stop a car. She doesn't care if Qu Shaochen follows.

At this moment, as long as she is alone.

She doesn't want anyone to see her state, and she doesn't want anyone to stay by her side.

She didn't want to talk, not a word.

At this moment, she just wanted to send Nangong Yao for the last journey, even if he had done that to himself, even if he had let himself down, so afraid.

But no matter what, he is Nangong Yao, is irreplaceable Nangong Yao!

It is the indelible memory in her heart, which is her only dependence when she was a child.

The only good memory. In the end, Mu Jingcheng didn't go to the funeral. There were too many people there. She didn't like the noisy environment and couldn't hear the crying voices, so she went directly to the cemetery.

In her impression, she had never been to that place.

But when she got off the taxi, she had a very familiar feeling.

As if she had been in a dream, she unconsciously turned her head and looked to the left side of the cemetery. It seemed that there was something attracting her. She unconsciously walked in that direction.

After a few steps, she had some doubts. This is a cemetery, but Nangong Yao has not "appeared" yet, and she Where are you going?

When Mujing orange suddenly woke up from the "dream", there was a cry not far away.

Looking around, all the people in black suits came this way.

At a glance, he recognized the two people walking in front of him.

Those are Nangong Yao's parents.

Although I haven't seen them for more than ten years, Mu Jingcheng is extremely impressed by them.

At this moment, in her mind is the Nangong couple's favorite smile for her, but in front of her are two white haired old people.

They hold Nangong Yao's picture in their hands. They have already lost their son, but they can't even walk well. They even need help from others to move on.

Looking at the sadness on their faces and the photos in their arms, Mujing orange couldn't help crying for a moment.

But she didn't have the courage to rush over and stand in front of the elder.

She was afraid that they would ask themselves what happened and why they didn't protect their Yao'er.

After all, she was guilty.

But even so, she couldn't help walking forward.

Until the person who saw Nangong Yao off passed in front of her No one saw her, no one stopped, even cast a puzzled look at her.

It's like she's transparent.

Mu Jingcheng stood there in a daze, looking at them as they passed by, letting Nangong Yao go away from her, farther and farther away

"Brother Yao..." Mu Jingcheng couldn't help calling him, and his tears poured out like a flood.

These days, she's been lying to herself. It's not true. It can't be true.

But now, she can't cheat herself any more.

Nangong Yao died, indirectly killed by her.

She thought that Nangong Yao's departure was to leave, but now she found that it was more than that.

What about the Nangong couple?

What do they do?

Nangong's uncle and aunt, who had been in pain for themselves since childhood, lost their beloved son. The white haired people gave the black haired people away. Next, they What should I do?

"Orange?" Just as Mujing orange was crying, a voice came from afar.

Hearing this address, Mu Jingcheng was suddenly stunned.

She suddenly stopped her tears and looked around quickly and alertly as if she knew something in an instant.

For a moment, she thought Nangong Yao was calling her.

But when she saw the woman with tears and vicissitudes looking at herself in front of the tombstone not far away, Mu Jingcheng knew that it was not her brother Yao calling her, but brother Yao's mother.

That Poor mother.

"Auntie..." Mu Jingcheng burst into tears, especially when she saw Nangong Yao's photos.

Han Cuiping saw her son's childhood companion, and she began to cry with more grief.

She held Mu Jingcheng in her arms like her own son. She cried out.

Nangongbo, standing on one side, is also full of tears.

Relatives and friends to see such a situation, had stopped the tears, can not help but flow out.

"What's going on?" Han Cuiping cried and asked. She released Mujing orange, looked at her familiar but strange face, and asked some questions, "how did Yao'er leave like this? How could he just leave? Orange, tell me, what's the matter with him? What's the matter? "

Mujing orange has already been crying. How can she answer her question?But even so, she said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

At this moment, apart from guilt and regret, she didn't know what to say. She didn't even dare to lift her head to see the old man. She just kept crying and crying.

"Yao'er, how can you be so responsible? How can you leave your mother? How can you do that? How can... "

Looking at Han Cuiping suddenly rushed to the tombstone and cried, Mu Jingcheng's whole figure lost its support and also fell to the ground.

For a moment, all the people cried.

After a long time, someone came to help Mu Jingcheng. She realized that she had been sitting on the ground for a long time, and it was Nangong Yao's father, Nangong Bo, who helped her.

"Get up, kid..." Nangong Bo's voice is weak, and tears are still hanging on his face, but it seems stronger than her and Han Cuiping. "Since he has chosen this road, and since he is so calm in his heart, we don't feel sorry for him. In order to let him walk steadfastly, let's give him a good ride!"

Mu Jingcheng wiped the tears off her face and looked at the familiar face on the tombstone. Her heart felt like a needle pricking pain.

But she must be strong, at least in front of Nangong Yao's parents.

They have lost their son, their only son. The most comforting people here are them, and they What is it?

"Auntie, I beg your pardon." Mujing orange so do strong went to Han Cuiping in front of her hand to help her arm.

I haven't seen you for more than ten years. It's such a sight.

Think about the past, Mu Jing orange's heart is still as painful as being stabbed by a needle.

After a long time, the cry finally stopped.

Although everyone's heart is very heavy, although very reluctant, but also had to leave the sad place.

Along the way, Mu Jingcheng supports Han Cuiping and accompanies nangongbo. Like their daughter, she never left for a moment.