It was soon noon, and Bo Qingjun prepared a new set of clothes for Xiao Xingchen.

The temperature difference between day and night in the mall is large in autumn, and the temperature difference between day and night and noon is also large. You have to change your clothes early to avoid catching a cold.

After changing his clothes, Bo Qingjun put on his hat and took his hand out the door.

The car driven by Xu Chuan.

There were not many cars on the road, the road conditions were very flat, and there were almost no bumps along the way. It took a long time to drive, and it took nearly an hour before the car stopped.

Xiao Xingchen fell asleep in the car for a while.

When getting off the bus, Bo Qingjun hugged him down.

He reached the back of his neck, put his chin on his shoulders, and suddenly woke up.

In front of me are rows of cemeteries, which even when the sun shines brightly, there is a bit of solemn and condensed atmosphere.

Xiao Xingchen's face began to turn white as the distance narrowed.

Wait until Bo Qingyun's steps gradually stopped.

He even buried his head in his chest and refused to lift it up.

This reaction made heartache flash clearly in Bo Qingyun's cold eyes.

His movements became softer and his voice was gentler: "I originally wanted to wait for you to get bigger and then explain the whole story to you clearly, but now you mentioned it, I will take this opportunity to let you meet, but it is so special

Do you understand what I mean?”

Xiao Xingchen held his collar tightly with both hands, refused to lift his head, and his body trembled faintly.

His emotions rarely show such an outward appearance, but how could he resist this moment? He wanted to see his mother, but finally saw a tombstone.

If he had a choice, he would rather never mention it, at least he still had hope and still had fantasies.

Even if she will never come to see him, she hopes she will live in another part of the world.

It's alive, not dead.

For the first time, Xiao Xingchen truly realized the meaning of death.

His whole body trembled harder and Bo Qingyun's chest soon covered a lot of moisture.

He hugged Xiao Xingchen, without letting go, and sighed slowly.

After a pause, he said, "Today is her death day."

The little star paused slightly.

The sun is very bright, but there is no warm feeling all over.

The wind is very light, but you can hear the clear rustling sound of grass and trees, which also blew through people's hearts, leaving a trace of bleakness.

Bo Qingjun's voice continued: "... Maybe this is God's will, which reminds you of her today. Give you some time, you talk, dad, go next to you, and give you the space, okay?"

He put the man down.

Xiao Xingchen tightened his hands for a moment and slowly let go.

Under the brim of his hat, his eyes had long been dyed red. At a young age, he was stubborn and refused to cry. His jaw was tense, and his lips were pale due to excessive force.

He turned toward the tombstone.

Due to time, the edges of the photo are white and the overall color faded, but it can still be seen that this is a very elegant and beautiful woman.

When Xiao Xingchen's eyes fell on it, his eyes that had just cried flashed in surprise instantly, his lips opened slightly, and he subconsciously exhaled excitedly: "Aunt Xia!"

Bo Qingyun frowned and looked down suddenly.

Xiao Xingchen's face was full of surprise, and he raised his head, his voice wrapped in emotions: "Mom, how could it be Aunt Xia!"

He could not admit his mistake with that face, and Xia Wanxin is the little sweetheart's mother. He has seen her in the past two days!
Chapter completed!