she fell from the galaxy

On the way back to Jincheng, Lin Yunpeng handed the phone to Zhu Wuyou: "Little sister, I'm looking for you."

Pausing for a few seconds, Zhu Wuyou's red lips parted lightly: "Brother."

On the other end of the phone, Lin Yunlang's clear voice came: "Wuyou, are you okay?"

"..."

A moment of silence.

Once upon a time, there was an inexplicable barrier between Zhu Wuyou and Lin Yunlang.

"Tomorrow I will accompany you to visit Aunt Weng."

Lin Yunlang's voice was still very gentle.

"Got it, big brother."

"Don't think too much, we'll talk about everything when you return to Jincheng."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Zhu Wuyou couldn't hide the gloomy look in his eyes anymore.

Seeing this, Lin Yunqing felt anxious in his heart, and comforted her softly: "Little sister, if you are tired, just close your eyes and sleep for a while."

"it is good."

The car was speeding on the highway, and Zhu Wuyou had a very long dream.
In the dream, Zhu Wuyou was still trapped in the car that fell into the lake, feeling as if she was drowning and suffocating. When she was about to fall into a coma, she saw the child she had been thinking about again and again...

For so long, the child has never entered her dream, and this time the two finally reunited in the dream.

The bits and pieces of the relationship between mother and daughter replayed back and forth in her mind like a movie. Those daily routines that she thought were normal, now realize how precious they are.

Who will come first tomorrow or the accident?

People always understand the value of those around them after losing them.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the car returned to Jincheng.

The two brothers were worried about Zhu Wuyou, but they couldn't hold her back, so they had to send her back to the rose garden.

During this period, I wish you no worries to stay away from mobile phones and WIFT, and lived a natural life for nearly a month and a half.

Returning to normal human society, the first thing Zhu Wuyou does after rebooting is to browse the news online.

What surprised her was that she couldn't find any news about the child on the Internet. With the influence of the Mo family, it was impossible not to report such a major event as the unfortunate death of the child.

The only explanation is that Mo Sihan used his own influence to block the news and deal with the child's funeral in a low-key manner.

This incident was a huge harm to the person involved, and the unscrupulous media's rush to report would only cause secondary harm to the child's parents, or even three or four harms. It was obviously wise for Mo Sihan to make such an arrangement.

About 10 minutes after Zhu Wuyou returned to the Rose Garden, Yan Qing appeared.

The taciturn Yan Qing looked frowning, and said in a low voice: "Young Mistress, you are finally back. If you don't come back again, I will send someone to look for you in other places."

"Is there something wrong?" Zhu Wuyou's tone of voice was visibly rusty.

Yan Qing said in a low voice: "Young Mistress, since you left, President Mo has been seriously ill. After the child died of illness, President Mo has been reluctant to cremate the child's body. He ordered someone to build a crystal coffin to guard it day and night. , Outsiders thought he was crazy."

Such absurd behavior will indeed make people misunderstand that Mo Sihan is crazy.

"Where is the child?" Zhu Wuyou's voice trembled slightly, wishing to see the child full of hope.

Outsiders don't understand why Mo Sihan would do this, but Zhu Wuyou can understand.

From the perspective of parents, it is good to be able to see the child more. Once it turns into ashes, it is really impossible to see it again.

Yan Qing was stunned for a moment, and replied truthfully: "I was cremated just last week and is now buried in Mo's Cemetery."

A painful expression appeared on Zhu Wuyou's face, and the old wound in his heart was torn open again, as if he heard the sound of flesh and blood again.

At this moment, she really regretted that she should not miss seeing her child for the last time in order to escape the pain.

"President Mo suffers from insomnia every day, and often skips meals. If this continues, his health will collapse again." Yan Qing sighed, and looked at her pleadingly: "Young Mistress, go back and see President Mo, if Even you can’t do anything, then we really have nothing to do.”

Zhu Wuyou smiled bitterly: Does Mo Sihan want to see her?Why doesn't she feel that.

*
After a while, Zhu Wuyou drove to the Mo family cemetery.

Days of rain made the place shrouded in a layer of mist. After the rain, the road in the cemetery was wet, and the air was also humid.

After Zhu Wuyou got out of the car and walked a few steps, he met Mo Sihan who was walking towards him holding an umbrella.

From a distance, Mo Sihan looked very decadent, his face was sickly like old paper, his dark pupils had lost their usual luster, and it was easy to guess that he had been depressed during this period of time.

Zhu Wuyou's eyes met him, and those eyes seemed to be able to comprehend the cold shock across thousands of mountains and rivers.

"Kick! Kick!"

The man's heavy footsteps sounded from far to near, and Zhu Wuyou's heart felt nervous for no reason.

Every time Mo Sihan took a step closer, Zhu Wuyou's heart became heavier. This feeling was like a painful memory suspended in his mind, which revived as he approached.

When passing by her, Mo Sihan stopped in his tracks, his cold eyes fixed on her eyes, with a bit of coldness.

"What are you doing here?" Mo Sihan's voice was extremely cold, full of resentment, anger, and bewilderment.

Mo Sihan's whole body was cold, like a cold-blooded animal without emotion, ready to reject people thousands of miles away at any time.

It was as if the fierce, ruthless Mo Sihan from before had returned.

Zhu Wuyou suddenly lowered his head and said nothing, all kinds of emotions that he could not avoid surged up in his heart, collapse, pain, depression, powerlessness...

He was really blaming her.

The way he looked at her was like a knife, cutting back and forth on her body.

Zhu Wuyou's nasal cavity suddenly felt sore, and his eyes were sore and swollen, and his eyes that were wet with tears instantly blurred his vision.

She thought that her tears had already dried up, but only after seeing him did she realize that they hadn't.

"I'm sorry..." Zhu Wuyou burst into tears, sobbing bitterly.

Mo Sihan felt like a lump in his throat, desperately suppressing his grief, he roared angrily, "Is there such a mother as you? You're so cruel that you won't come to see your child for the last time."

Zhu Wuyou had no words to say, only to cover his face and cry.

Mo Si's face was as cold as rice paper, his lips were blue in color, and he felt physically and mentally exhausted like never before.

When people suffer great pain, they will instinctively shrink back, but escaping cannot alleviate the pain.

When you have to face it, you will understand that facing the wound bravely is the first step to get out of the pain.

It's like having a hideous scar on your arm. You think you can't see it with a bandage, but the fact is that the scar is still there.

The huge cemetery was silent, except for the mournful weeping of a woman.

After a long time, Mo Sihan clenched his teeth and said angrily, "Zhu Wuyou, I've been waiting for you for 38 days, since you don't want to see your child, there's no need to come now.

"No, I want to see, I want to see." Zhu Wuyou grabbed his arm and pleaded with his eyes.

Mo Si coldly shook off her hand, and walked forward without looking back.

Zhu Wuyou staggered and almost fell, and the umbrella in his hand fell to the ground.

Her whole body's clothes were quickly soaked by the heavy rain. It was obviously summer, but the coolness was cold from head to toe.

*
Xiao Qingtuan's tomb stands alone next to the ancestral grave.

According to the old rules, children who unfortunately died young could not enter the cemetery.

However, under Mo Sihan's insistence, the child was finally buried here.

A hundred years from now, Mo Sihan will also be buried here, and then the father and daughter will be able to truly reunite.

Holding an umbrella, Mo Sihan stood quietly in the rain. Looking from a distance, his back was very lonely.

A photo of the child was pasted on the tombstone, and the immature face looked out of place with the surroundings.

Xiao Qingtuan died when she was only four years old, and any tree here is older than her.

Mo Sihan was devastated, heart-piercing pain once again swept through his body.

This kind of pain happened almost every day, Mo Sihan's whole body fell into the big dye vat called pain, no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

The light rain kept pattering down, and the tears on Zhu Wuyou's face wiped more and more, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

The two stood there blankly, neither of them spoke, as if even speaking was unnecessary.

After a long time, Mo Sihan's sad voice came again: "I come here to accompany the child every day, the child is born, I'm afraid she won't get used to it."

Zhu Wuyou looked up to meet his eyes, and suddenly fell into the deep black whirlpool in his eyes.

Turns out sadness is really contagious.

Mo Sihan said to himself: "Little Qingtuan is timid. I had people install a lot of lights here, and these lights will light up at night, so she doesn't have to be afraid."

Zhu Wuyou's face was pale, and the pain in his heart couldn't be healed.

"Every time I hold Xiaoqingtuan, the child's fleshy face will be pressed against my chest. It's really a wonderful feeling." Mo Sihan seemed to be caught in some kind of memory, "That kind of A strange, unreasonable sense of responsibility and softness arises spontaneously."

During this period of time, today was probably the time Mo Sihan talked the most.

He chattered on and on about the child, as if he was about to vomit out all the words he had held in his heart.

Zhu Wuyou didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

After a long time, Zhu Wuyou turned around and wanted to leave.

"stop!"

Mo Sihan grabbed her with such strength that Zhu Wuyou couldn't break free.

Zhu Wuyou frowned, "Let go!"

Mo Sihan was expressionless, and there seemed to be a hint of resentment in his eyes: "Come home with me!"

"Mo Sihan, let go, you hurt me." Zhu Wuyou was so painful that tears were about to flow out.

Mo Sihan's hawk eyes glanced at Zhu Wuyou coldly, and the words seemed to come out of his throat: "Zhu Wuyou, do you want me to handcuff you by my side so that you won't run away?" ?”

When he said this, it didn't sound like a joke at all.

Zhu Wuyou is clear about this kind of thing, Mo Sihan can do it completely.

Zhu Wuyou's heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar, and it was completely chilled.

Mo Sihan roughly grabbed Zhu Wuyou, stuffed her into the backseat, and said coldly, "Drive home."

The car drove out of the cemetery and headed towards home.

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