Chapter 18: : Tombstone
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A Farewell to Mr. Luo
- Lao Jiu
- 746 characters
- 2021-03-01 03:30:25
For three days, Xia Weiwei didn't say a word. When she was awake, she was sitting in a wheelchair like a still sculpture, her eyes only stared in one direction, but she was not focused.
Lin Yu was invited by Yan Shaoxuan to provide enlightenment.
"Ms. Xia, would you please let me talk with you?"
Xia Weiwei did not respond.
Lin Yu looked at her as if she had been covered with gray and tarnished eyes, and sighed with pity.
It's almost out of the blue! Rockwell and Yan competed against each other, and all the companies on the market were pulled into the water, a mess, and the public opinion against Xia Weiwei became more and more unpleasant, almost to the point of verbal criticism.
Yan Shaoxuan pushed in the door and asked with his eyes, Lin Yu shook his head.
Xia Weiwei has completely closed herself, so go on ...
"Vivi, the weather is fine today, shall I take you out for a walk?"
Yan Shaoxuan gathered her hair for her: "Where do you want to go?"
Ben didn't expect her to respond, but Xia Weiwei didn't expect her to say: "Tomb, garden." The spit word is like an old carton machine, fuzzy.
Yan Shaoxuan was pleasantly surprised by her response, but her heart tightened after hearing the two words.
At the cemetery, Yan Shaoxuan motioned for a few bodyguards and cars to stay outside, pushing Xia Weiwei to walk inwardly.
He knew that Wei Wei was visiting her mother, but he was more worried that Wei Wei would not think about it.
Silent all the way, walking to Xia Weiwei's mother's tombstone, Xia Weiwei looked at her mother's picture, reached out and touched.
"Shaoxuan, set a monument for me."
"Vivi!"
"I want to make a monument for my child so that he can be a companion with his mother."
Yan Shaoxuan heard the words, and his heart that mentioned his throat slowly receded.
"it is good."
It is not difficult for Yan Shaoxuan to buy the monument in the cemetery in a short time, but Xia Weiwei insists on lettering herself.
Xia Weiwei knocked down, and Douda's teardrops dropped into the groove of the word.
Her hands frayed the skin and turned red, and she engraved it one by one without speaking, but the intensity seemed to have a thousand words:
"Sorry, I'm sorry, it's the mother who didn't protect you."
"Child, I'm sorry, mom is useless and can't help you get revenge."
"Child, I'm sorry, it's my mother who was wrong. I shouldn't fall in love with your father, I shouldn't have you, I shouldn't let you come to this world, but I wouldn't even have the chance to open your eyes to see this world."
"Child, I'm sorry, Mom didn't even have time to see what you look like."
"Child, sorry, Mom ... I miss you so much!"
sorry Sorry……
The water in the slot is accumulating more and more, as if all the pain is to be drained away.
She is crying!
Yan Shaoxuan stood behind her quietly, sorrowing with her.
Tombstone Chen Li:
Tomb of Aile Luo Jingnian,
Father: Luo Chejue
Mother: Xia Weiwei
Jingnian ... She had longed for the scene of growing up with her children year after year.
Her son has a father and a mother, and will not become a lonely ghost. As long as this tombstone is present, Luo Chejue will always be reminded that he had a son! No matter how many children he has in the future, it is impossible to cross her son's existence!
"Shaoxuan, I want to stay alone for a while."
Xia Weiwei knew that Yan Shaoxuan was the only person who cared about her in the world, so she said, "I won't do stupid things."
The sound of footsteps behind them gradually went away.
Halfway, Xia Weiwei sounded intermittently in the large cemetery.
"Mom, I'm here to see you. This is Jingnian, my child."
"Mom, like you, I can't go any further."
"Mom, do you know, Dad and sister want me to die ... They are my closest relatives, I don't know ... I don't know why ... Mom, why do you leave the shares to me? ... ... and absolutely, I love him so much ... but ... I'm so tired ... I don't know what is real and what is fake ... I don't know how to live ... I miss you so much ... "
The sound is getting lower and lower.
Xia Weiwei's head rested on the tombstone, as if she had returned to her mother's arms, as if she could feel the gentle hands caressing her head with comfort.
At this moment, Xia Weiwei made a decision in her heart.