Xu Mushen's expression became solemn.

Xu Qiaoqiao didn't say anything and got out of the car.

I bought two bouquets of flowers outside the cemetery and walked inside.

Xu Mushen followed her.

I don’t know how long I walked, but Xu Xiaojing stopped.

Xu Mushen looked at her gaze and found that the photo on the tombstone was a kind and gentle middle-aged woman.

He was thinking when he heard Xu quietly say, "Godmom, I'm here to see you."

Xu Mushen's pupils shrank and he looked at the cemetery in disbelief!

Xu bent down and placed a bouquet of flowers in his hand in front of her tombstone.

Then he turned his head and looked at Xu Mushen, "This is my godmother."

Xu Mu took a deep breath, "She, she..."

"Godmother committed suicide."

Xu Qiao lowered her eyes, "But in fact, my godmother suffered from breast cancer, which can be cured, but she was depressed and finally swallowed a lot of peace..."

She remembered that day, when Xiaorong was in school, she was in a bad mood.

When she asked her what was going on, she said she had a quarrel with her mother.

The content of the quarrel is the same.

The godmother complains about her godfather, and even complains to Xiaorong: "Why are your child so brave? Why didn't you slap her when we meet that day?"

Xiaorong was impatient and shouted directly: "Mom, can't you get divorced? He's cheating! Why are you still so mean?!"

Xiaorong was always impatient and restless when she was in class that day.

Until the first class in the afternoon, someone came to call Xiaorong out.

She left and never came back.

Xu Qiaoqiao now clearly remembers that when she went to find Xiaorong after school, Xiaorong's house had a mourning hall, and it was already in chaos.

My godfather was alone, squatting in the corner, with a vicissitudes of life on his face.

There was a cigarette butt on the ground.

Xu walked over quietly, wanting to slap the man in the face.

However, when she saw his appearance, she thought of her godfather’s usual enthusiasm for her and the food she cooked for her and Xiaorong, she couldn’t beat her with that slap.

Her eyes were filled with tears.

My godfather looked up and saw her.

His eyes without focal length were just looking at someone else through her.

Then, he suddenly lowered his head and covered his face with his big hands.

"I didn't want to divorce... I want this family... I just chat with her... Her mother raped me every day, I, I just wanted to find a sense of existence... But I really didn't think about giving up this family... Her mother, get up, scold me... I will never dare again, I was wrong..."

The godfather who was crying that day was like a child.

Xu Qiao thought of this and stood up straight.

She took a deep breath and walked to the cemetery next to her.

The photo above is a middle-aged man with a square face and looks very righteous.

She bent down, put another bouquet of flowers in front of her, and then spoke: "Goddad, are you doing well in that world?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Xu Mushen was stunned again.

He raised his eyebrows.

He waited quietly for Xu Qiao to bow to the cemetery, then stared at the cemetery deeply before walking out.

Xu Mushen followed her, "Your godfather..."

Xu Qiao lowered his head, "I died of illness."

Xu Mushen didn't say anything anymore, just stared at her, "That Xiaorong..."
Chapter completed!