Kyoto Jingyi Yuan, this is a public cemetery, the cemetery is not large, only a dozen meters in circumference, a row of tombstones from south to north, almost around a small half-arc.

On the left side of the cemetery, there is a very inconspicuous tombstone, at this time, at the front of the tombstone, a bunch of white daffodils are quietly placed. On the top of the tombstone, a woman's head fell. Although the size of this avatar is less than three inches, just from the photo, you know that this is a woman who has captivated the country and the city.

walked up from below, and when he saw this tombstone, Gao Lin's whole body froze, and a stream of heat overflowed from his eyes uncontrollably.

For four years, he has not dared to come here, let alone come here!

He was afraid, his heart could not contain the sorrow here!

He was afraid, he couldn't accept the past here in his heart!

He was afraid that as soon as he stepped into here, the nightmare from five years ago flashed in his mind!

He was afraid, when he came, he didn't want to leave!

Holding Gao Lin's arm tightly, Han Weiwei was the first to notice his expression and wanted to say something, but his thin red lips squirmed slightly, but he didn't say anything, his nose was sour, and his eyes were as beautiful as stars, and a trace of mist flashed rapidly.

Walking behind, Mu Luorou also paid attention to Gao Lin's expression at all times, saw that he was standing still, and then lowered his head and whispered something to the little girl in his arms, and then put her down.

The little girl walked to Gao Lin's feet in a few steps, raised her exquisite little face and pulled his trouser leg, and whispered, "Cousin! ”

Gao Lin wiped his eyes, bent down and picked up the little girl from the ground. The little girl looked very well-behaved, and she didn't have the lively frolicking of the past, she leaned over her delicate little face slightly, and gently rubbed it on Gao Lin's face.

Feeling the little girl's intimacy, Gao Lin lowered his head slightly, kissed her little cheek, looked at the tombstone again, and walked over in a few steps.

"Mom, my son has come to see you!"

Just a simple sentence, the surrounding Aunt Meng and the others were all moved, even if it was a calm and introverted old man who had been in a high position for a long time, there was a trace of water in his eyes.

"Uncle and grandma, Xiaoxiao has also come to see you!" was held in Gao Lin's arms, and the little girl also said in a childish voice.

Hearing the little girl's words, Gao Lin lowered her head again, kissed her pretty face, and then looked up at the tombstone and said, "Mom, this is my cousin's daughter, she is four years old!" ”

"Cousin, my mother said that Xiaoxiao is only two months old and only four years old!" The little girl interjected.

The atmosphere that was originally full of sadness was suddenly diluted a lot when she said this.

Liang Bo walked over from behind, and was about to put down the white daffodils in his hand, when he saw that there was already a bunch in front of the tombstone, he couldn't help frowning.

Gao Lin's mother liked daffodils when she was alive, except for a few members of the old Gao family, everyone else didn't understand. Obviously, an acquaintance has come to pay respects.

Gao Lin's mother was an orphan, with no parents, brothers, or relatives. Therefore, there will be no one else who comes here to worship her except for Lao Gao's family and Mu Luorou's parents. When they arrived at the cemetery just now, Mu Luorou's mother called and said that they were on their way, which showed that the worshippers would not be her.

If the person who worships is not Mu Luorou's parents, then the person who came to worship earlier than them, without thinking about it, knows who it is.

With a secret sigh in his heart, Liang Bo put the daffodil in his hand on the ground.

The group stood quietly for a few minutes, and Mu Luorou's parents came up from behind.

"Mom!" Mu Luorou's eyes were red, and she turned back to Mu Qingran's fragrant shoulder.

Mu Qingran didn't speak, reached out and gently patted Mu Luorou's back, letting her cry on her shoulder.

Mu Luorou grew up in Lao Gao's family since she was a child, although she is not a blood relative of Lao Gao's family, Gao Lin's mother has always regarded her as her own. Therefore, her feelings for Gao Lin's mother are no less than Gao Lin.

looked down at Mu Luorou, who was crying on her shoulder, and then looked at Gao Lin who was standing in front of the tomb, and when she saw Han Weiwei standing behind Gao Lin, Mu Qingran couldn't help but be a little stunned.

The people of the old Gao family, she knows in her heart that there will be no such a young and beautiful girl, but now, there is such a person standing in front of her, and her identity is self-evident.

Looking at Han Weiwei steadily, Mu Qingran's beautiful eyes flashed with a trace of complex color.

Fortunately, everyone around focused on Gao Lin, and no one paid attention to her eyes.

……

After the worship, he sat in the car, perhaps knowing that Gao Lin was in a bad mood, and the little girl in his arms did not speak, and quietly leaned her little face against his face.

Sitting next to Gao Lin, Han Weiwei also gently held his arm and sat silently, as if he wanted to use the warmth of his delicate body to dispel the sadness in Gao Lin's heart.

Feeling the situation around him, Gao Lin quickly came back to his senses from his grief, kissed the little girl's little face and asked, "Girl, are you hungry?" ”

The little girl nodded her little head, but after looking at Gao Lin, she shook it again, leaned over her little face and kissed Gao Lin's face, looking very well-behaved and sensible.

Gao Lin was about to bow his head and say something, when he suddenly heard a loud bang coming from behind, and then, the car they were sitting in shook violently.

Gao Lin was quick with his eyes, and when he sensed the shaking of the car for the first time, he held the little girl tightly in his arms.

It was precisely because of this that he didn't have time to grab anything to fix himself, and the whole person slammed into the car door uncontrollably, and his head smacked the car window.

At the same time, Han Weiwei, who was sitting next to him tightly, also hit him closely and almost fell out of his seat.

"Xiaolin, are you all right?" Recovering from the shock, Mu Luorou, who was sitting in front, immediately looked back at Gao Lin and the others.

Gao Lin didn't care about the pain in his head, and looked down at the little girl in his arms: "Girl, where is the injury?" Tell my cousin! ”

"Cousin, it's okay!" Because the little girl was tightly protected by Gao Lin, she was not bumped into anything, and shook her little head.

As he spoke, he saw a stream of blood flowing from Gao Lin's forehead on the right side, and a trace of panic suddenly flashed in his big eyes: "Cousin, you are bleeding!" ”

"Cousin is fine!" Gao Lin raised his hand and touched his forehead, and sure enough, he found that it was a little bloodshot, so he didn't pay attention to it, and looked back at Han Weiwei, "Weiwei, are you okay?" ”

Han Weiwei was a little shocked, and as soon as he heard Gao Lin's question, he immediately came back to his senses: "Senior, I'm fine!" ”

Seeing that the little girl and Han Weiwei were fine, Gao Lin opened the car door and went out to see what was going on.

Instead, a red Ferrari roadster crashed into the rear of their car from the direction of the intersection laterally.

Luckily, the Ferrari didn't hit much, otherwise, they would have been hanging by a thread just now.