Chapter 279: Sleeping person (5)

However, she was only red for a few years, and later I heard that she was suffering from depression and jumping into a building.
After that, her name also quietly withdrew from the attention of everyone.
Although Xixia Night did not chase the stars, such a big thing seemed to be a sensation at the time, but these were all heard later. Looking at the time, she should be still small at that time, and naturally did not remember anything.
I did not expect that the original Mu Zi is Mu Zixi, his aunt!
"Auntie gave birth to Ling Shi not long after he left. It was so many years in a blink of an eye, some memories have faded, and I can remember not much."
His reaction was quite calm, but when he looked at another photo next to him, Qing Jun’s face was depressed, his eyes were a little gloomy, and it looked very complicated. Seeing him suddenly suppressed Unable to cough a few times, the eyebrows have been dyed with a desolate color.
"He is the son of aunt, Ling Ge's brother, a few years younger than me, with me, Amo, Ling Shi, Su Chen and Zhou Zimo are growing up."
Seeing her doubts in her eyes, he explained it faintly.
"Mul Lingtian...Mul Ling Shi...that, their father..."
Xi Xia night squinted at him, low.
"I don't know... my aunt did not mention it to anyone. Grandparents and their parents have spent a lot of effort and have not found out who their father is, but it is a fact that Ling Tian and Ling Shi are brothers and sisters."
He calmly responded and paused. "Aunt was very rebellious when he was a child, and he wanted to go the way of performing arts, but you also know that you are on this road..."
Having said that, he suddenly sighed. "You know why I have never felt good about the entertainment industry? Dad said that my aunt is in love with a man who can't marry her... In the years before her aunt died, she There is already a very serious depression, after giving birth to Ling Shi..."
"Grandparents and grandmothers were originally very rigorous people. When they had such a thing, they were angry at the time. They once wanted to expel their aunts directly from their homes. Dad convinced them that they would compromise. Later, my aunt was pregnant again. Poetry, grandparents... At that time, my aunt’s situation was very bad. Even if I didn’t forgive, I was still my own daughter. So... I didn’t want my aunt to give birth to Ling’s poem soon, and I ended up with myself, my grandparents’ grief. ...and my aunt never mentioned the father of Ling Tian and Ling Shi, only told Dad that their father is the same person."
Mu Xiaochen said, suddenly holding a cold tombstone in front of him, the slender fingertips licked a yellow leaf falling on the tombstone, and smiled. "Remember that I told you before, the family told us about it." The requirements of the children are very strict. In fact, some of them are also because of the aunt's reasons... They all think that the reason why Grandpa adopted Amo from the orphanage is because I am...not actually, but because of Ling Tian... Ling Tianzi is lonely and not loved. Talking, we can't play together, Grandpa only found Amo, let Amo become Ling Tian's playmate."
"So Amo and Ling Tian, ​​Ling Shi's two brothers and sisters have a very good relationship."
When he spoke and said, he suddenly became silent. After a long time, he took out the cigarette bag from his pocket and put three points on it, resting on the tombstone of Mu Lingtian.
Xixia night has been listening quietly, but the whole person is also stunned...
Who can think of Mu's family still have such a long time?
"Then he... how did he go?"
I have been quiet for a long time, and I finally couldn’t help but ask for the summer night.
And this word fell, but Mu Chen was a slap in the face, and there was a little cool light in the black scorpion. It was complicated and complicated, and the corner of the mouth pulled a sneer of ridiculous thoughts, and even his eyes were gloomy.
"Because that car accident."
He replied with such a few words, one word and one word, "four years, five years, the car accident five years ago."
Car accident?
Xi Xia night shocked, some eased, but he did not wait for her to return to God from the horror, he has already turned around, did not look at the two tombstones, indifference over her side, "Go back It’s very cold here, you don’t want to be cold. These things that you told me today should never be mentioned in front of grandparents.

After dropping a few words, he has already walked toward the ladder ahead. Qingjun’s tall and straight body is so devoid of the bleak smoke and rain. Looking at it, there are some unspeakable melancholy and cold.
She watched his fading back and forth for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh. Finally, she looked at the two photos on the tombstone and then stepped up.
However, they did not know that their figure had just disappeared into the smoke and rain below. Muzixi and Mu Lingtian’s tombstone suddenly came up with a tall and tall black man with black sunglasses on his face. Can't see his appearance...
Holding an umbrella in his hand, holding two bundles of the same beautiful calla lily in his arms...
He came to the tombstone, stopped his footsteps, looked at the bouquet in front of the tombstone, and seemed to sneer a sneak peek. He picked up the two bunches of flowers and dropped them to the bottom, and then swept away the three sticks on the tombstone of Mulingtian. Burning cigarettes, then put the bouquet in your arms to the front of the tombstone...
On the way back, driving on the summer night, sitting in the passenger seat, Mu Muchen from time to time came a burst of suppressed cough, listening to the faint and cold feeling in the narrow space.
Xi Xia night also felt that some of his head was faint, because it was just because of a stop in the wind and rain, and then sighed, and it was a little uncomfortable.
Qingshan Mausoleum is in the western suburbs of the city. It is far away from their maple house. It takes more than an hour to go on a trip. It is not a dare to drive fast in summer night. It is almost time to get off work. Even on the outskirts, the road began to get busy.
A lot of cars are heading for the Qingshan Mausoleum. When driving slowly through the weeping willow avenue, we find that those weeping willows have already been covered with new green. Many people on the roadside also hold flowers from the car. Passing by, the plain bouquet in my arms looks pretty fresh...
She glanced at the countless silent tombstones above and looked at the cyan weeping willows that were receding around. For a moment, I felt -
Life and death, the original is so vivid, think of such black and white, then look at these vitality, glaring and distinct, clearly made her feel a little sad...
She turned her head and looked at him with a lonely look. He suddenly tried to reach out and tried to gently grasp the cool hand he had placed on his side...
He took a breath and looked at her...