Chapter 433: : Foreign men

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It was drizzling outside, she was only covered with some rain, and what shocked him was that she was tightly hugged in her arms-the urn.
Gu Xingyun hurried out when he heard the sound, and saw Tang Xin standing outside the door, looking at what was held in her arms. He stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, "It’s fine ."
Ji Yi'an left happily, and he couldn't help him with his little couple.
"Woo..." Tang Xin cried low in his arms.
Gu Xingyun embraced her quietly, thinking she was crying because of the ashes in her arms, and tenderly tolerated all of her until a vague word came from the small head buried on his shoulder, and he let her go with some uncertainty.
"Heart, you..."
"Senior, will we go abroad for surgery?" Tang Xin lifted her tearful eyes and sobbed.
That's right, what she said just now!
It turned out that he heard correctly, she cried because he had already heard the conversation between him and Ji Yi'an outside the door.
"Is this for me?" He raised his hand and cherished the tears that had slipped on her face, as if treating rare treasures.
Tang Xin's tears fell even more fiercely, "Senior, promise me, let's do surgery, I don't want to lose any one around me."
It turned out that I just didn't want to lose any one around me.
Gu Xingyun crossed the faint loss in his heart and gently embraced her again. "Well, as long as you don't cry, I will agree."
He had long known that from the first sight of her, he could not refuse her in his life...
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In the evening, the rain is over and the sky is full of light.
Tang Xin came to the end of the seaside bridge alone, holding the child's urn in his hand, his face sad and lost his soul.
She stood at the end of the bridge facing the endless sea, sitting down holding the ashes, opening the bottle cap, and grabbing a handful of ashes, gently spreading her palms, tears, and surging out, "Chenchen, do you like the sea? When you were in your mother’s stomach, your mother suffered so much. Now, my mother wants you to go with the wind, go back to heaven, and find a good family to reincarnate...Will we be mother and son in the next life?"
As soon as the voice fell, a breeze blew, and the ashes in my palms turned into a plume of smoke into the sea, as if the child was responding to her.
Tang Xin had some consolation no matter how sad it was. Chen Chen agreed with her to do this. She cried and scattered her ashes one by one into the sea, holding her smile and sending her son back to heaven.
Finally, the last ashes disappeared with the wind. Tang Xin seemed to see Chen Chen grinning at her in the sky. She cried and waved to say goodbye, "My Chen Chen, farewell..."
On the shore, a telephoto lens took all her grief into the lens early. The man holding the camera was a foreign man, about fifty years old. He was casual and carried the camera on his back. He seemed to be traveling to China.
He had just come to the coast to catch the sunset glow, but he didn't expect a sad figure to be reflected in the camera. At last he saw what she was holding in her arms, so he couldn't help but picked up the camera to catch it.
Seeing her sitting there crying with a headache, he stopped photography, stepped forward, and sat naturally next to her, speaking not very fluent Chinese, "Miss, please mourn."
Hearing the words, Tang Xin raised his head and looked tearfully at the foreign man who suddenly appeared to comfort her. When he saw his face, Tang Xin suddenly felt inexplicably kind, especially when he saw the blue eyes. She also thought of her son, and her Chenchen had the same blue eyes as him.