The full-level boss made trouble in the wealthy family after wearing it back

"You were right, I was wrong." Bo Yanshen restrained the emotion in his eyes, he raised his head to look at Shang Lingyi, his eyes were warm and clear.

Looking at Bo Yanshen's expression, Shang Lingyi suddenly felt uncomfortable. She pursed her lips, not knowing how she should react.

The breeze blew, and the leaves rustled. Both of them were immersed in this solitude, and neither of them spoke first.

After a long time, Shang Lingyi was the first to break the silence.

"We're here, come down."

Shang Lingyi pointed to a grave in front of him and said calmly.

Bo Yanshen stood on the spot, staring at the front calmly. He didn't hear Shang Lingyi's words, but just looked at the photo on the tombstone with an inexplicable expression.

A lot of weeds had already grown tall, covering the tombstone. Shang Lingyi's eyes fell on the tombstone, and that familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared in her eyes.

It's too far here, and grandma's body doesn't support her to come here at all, but no matter what, grandma will come here two or three times a year.

Shang Lingyi skillfully walked to the tomb and picked up the sickle wrapped in coarse cloth beside the tomb.

Bo Yanshen has been watching Shang Lingyi's every move, her posture with the sickle is so neat, so crisp, as if the sickle is her weapon.

"This is?"

"Oh, the weeds on the mountain grow fast and a lot. In order to save grandma's trouble, I came up with such an idea."

"Put a whetstone and a sickle next to grandpa's grave, so that you don't have to take the sickle every time you come. After all, grandma is old and has a bad memory."

Shang Lingyi said while cutting the weeds in front of the grave.

Her movements are very agile, and it can be seen that she has been practicing frequently.

Bo Yan stared deeply at Shang Lingyi's profile, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He stood aside, watching Shang Lingyi clear up the weeds in front of the tomb bit by bit.

After Shang Lingyi eradicated all the weeds in front of the grave, she slowly raised her head. The expression on her face was still indifferent and firm.

"Okay, come here." She stretched out her hand to Bo Yanshen.

Bo Yan looked deeply at Shang Lingyi's outstretched right hand, and without any hesitation, he stretched out his hand and held Shang Lingyi's hand.

Shang Lingyi felt the heat from Bo Yanshen's palm, and her heart trembled slightly.

"Can I kneel down for... grandpa?" Bo Yan looked at her deeply, his beautiful pupils like violets in the empty valley shone with a deep light, his voice was low and magnetic: "Can I have this honor?"

Shang Lingyi lowered her eyes and did not speak. After a long silence, she slowly said: "Yes."

Bo Yan took her hand deeply and walked forward slowly.

His steps were steady and light, but every step stepped on Shang Lingyi's heart.

Shang Lingyi's heart beat fast, as if it was about to jump out of her chest.

She followed Bo Yanshen to the tombstone, and watched Bo Yan squat down, kneeling on the ground.

His forehead touched the cold soil, his eyes were slightly red, Bo Yanshen closed his eyes slowly, with a solemn expression, and finally dripped on the hard ground.

It wasn't the first time she had seen such a scene, but it was the first time she had seen it.

In His space-time tunnel, Shang Lingyi had seen Bo Yanshen kneel and atone for his sins in front of their family of three after returning from sending her and grandma's ashes back.

Although it was different this time, the feeling it gave her was the same profound.

Bo Yanshen is a very good person, but at the same time he is also an ambitious selfish person, pure good and evil, like a fairy and a devil.

"Okay, get up. You're blocking my position." Shang Lingyi pulled Bo Yanshen's sleeve, motioning him to get up.

Bo Yanshen opened his eyes, and stared deeply at Shang Lingyi in front of him. With a slight smile on his face, he slowly stood up and stepped aside.

Shang Lingyi handed him the sickle, knelt down on the ground, put his hands together, and kowtowed three times towards the grave.

In fact, in her memory, the part about grandpa has faded and blurred, perhaps because grandpa died before she could remember.

So, she never thought of grandpa again.

Only when grandma misses grandpa, can she know what kind of person grandpa is from grandma's description.

After paying homage to her grandfather, burning paper money, lighting incense, and setting off firecrackers, she took Bo Yanshen down the mountain.

When passing by the land and the thatched hut where she and her grandmother had grown sweet potatoes, she stopped.

Bo Yanshen followed her gaze and saw that scene.

He could clearly see the expression on Shang Lingyi's face, her brows were tightly furrowed, her eyes were complicated and deep, as if she was caught in some kind of entanglement.

"what happened?"

He gently tugged at the corner of Shang Lingyi's clothes and asked.

Shang Lingyi came back to her senses and shook her head, "It's nothing."

Hearing this, Bo Yanshen felt that her mood was very wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Are you sure? I don't think there's anything wrong with your face." He answered truthfully, with a serious and rigorous tone.

"It's okay, I just feel a little uncomfortable all of a sudden." Shang Lingyi replied.

She didn't want Bo Yanshen to notice her abnormal mood swings, so she pressed her temples, not wanting to explain, so she changed the subject: "What do you want for lunch? I'll make it for you."

"Is hot and sour noodles okay? Last night's food was too bland, I'm not used to it." Bo Yanshen knew that Shang Lingyi didn't want to continue this topic, so he said smoothly.

Of course, another reason is that he really ate badly last night, and the tasteless food was a kind of torture for him, who still prefers strong tastes.

"In the future, you can tell what you want to eat. If you don't tell me, I can't take care of you all the time, but if you say it, I can cook for you." Shang Lingyi said softly.

Her voice was beautiful, soft and soft, like a warm current passing through the bottom of my heart, making Bo Yanshen's heart tremble suddenly, and there was a throbbing in the bottom of my heart.

He looked at Shang Lingyi's side face, with a gentle arc on the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "Did you forgive me?"

"Forgive? It's not that easy. I just don't think it's necessary. You're no longer a primary school student. Who would do that kind of self-righteous and childish behavior? It's not good for yourself if you hurt others."

"If you want me to forgive you, then you should try to understand me and understand what I want, instead of doing nothing like now."

"I'm not the kind of woman you can easily forgive after coaxing, maybe I used to be, but I'm definitely not now."

Shang Lingyi took Bo Yanshen's hand and walked forward.

Going down the mountain road was more difficult than going up, so she had to watch over Bo Yanshen carefully during this period.

"Actually, I didn't mean not to answer, but..." Bo Yanshen's voice paused for a second, he turned his head, stared at Shang Lingyi's face, and said slowly, "But, I..."