After being reborn in 70, she took back her huge family property and joined the army.

The cemetery where Qin Xiaoran's grandfather and mother are located is on a mountain far away from the old house.

Because Qin Xiaoran's mother liked the scenery on the mountain very much, her grandfather agreed even though he was reluctant to leave, and since then he has been climbing up to worship there every year.

Later, her grandpa also passed away. The scumbag father was busy collecting the inheritance and had no intention of dealing with the funeral. In order not to be criticized by her grandpa's friends, he buried her grandpa next to her mother.

The graves of father and daughter are close to each other, which is a bit of comfort to them.

It can be considered a ray of comfort for those who are still alive.

Qin Xiaoran thought like this as he stood in front of two tombs in the barren mountains and overgrown weeds.

She and Huo Nianping took two buses, rode a bullock cart for a while, climbed half a mountain, and finally came to the two tombs.

The mountains with beautiful scenery in the past still look beautiful now, but they lack the delicate poetic charm of the past and have become rough, messy, vibrant and more realistic.

There were a lot of weeds growing in front of the tomb. I almost didn't find it when I passed by it for the first time, but I finally determined it after seeing the tombstone.

She had come to worship once in her previous life, so she had an impression and was sure that she would be able to find it.

It's just that it's still not the same when it actually arrives, it's not the same as it was in the previous life, and it's not the same as she thought.

When she came here, her heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a ruthless hand called sadness, making her unable to breathe smoothly and unable to say anything.

She just squatted down to weed the two tombs, and Huo Nianping squatted down with her silently.

Weeding took a long time, enough time for Qin Xiaoran to calm down slowly.

The silence around her was terrifying, and she began to talk to Huo Nianping about her beautiful memories of living with her grandfather and mother.

That was all a long time ago, when she was a young girl. Those memories have long been blurred, and under the influence of her chaotic emotions, they have become fragmented and jumpy.

But Huo Nianping just listened quietly. He understood that she just wanted to talk now, so he only needed to listen.

Qin Xiaoran talked a lot intermittently, saying that her mother was very gentle in her memory, that her mother touched her face in her memory, that her grandpa was very shrewd and powerful, that her grandpa was like an old child in front of her, and that her grandpa hugged her and cried together because her mother passed away. …

She thought she would cry when she talked about this again, just like the time she came to worship in her previous life, but she didn't.

Her heart was sore and painful, but her eyes were dry and she couldn't shed tears.

Then, Huo Nianping hugged her gently and gave her support.

She didn't cry, but her expression was uglier than crying.

Huo Nianping saw it and couldn't bear it, so he hugged her.

She leaned her face into Huo Nianping's arms, and her uncomfortable mood was relieved.

After a long time like this, she heard Huo Nianping talking.

She thought it was Huo Nianping talking to her, so she raised her head to listen.

As a result, it turned out that Huo Nianping was talking to his grandfather and mother.

"Grandpa, mother, I am Huo Nianping, Xiaoran's husband. We are living a good life now. We have four lovely children. I will take good care of Xiaoran and the children. Please don't worry..."

After listening to Huo Nianping's words, Qin Xiaoran came out of Huo Nianping's arms and turned to look at the two tombstones representing his grandfather and mother.

"Grandpa, mother, I'm Xiaoran. I'm here to see you. I'm sorry that I didn't come until now. I want to tell you that you can rest assured. I am living a good life now and have a new family..."