My Little Mom is the Richest

After swallowing his saliva, Mr. Mingyue looked around and made sure that there was no place for people to live nearby. Then he took a look at the stone stele on the solitary grave. There was nothing on it, and nothing was carved. Remove... a bright red like a steel. The general blood handprints are printed on it, and it seems that the bright blood is still flowing, it looks like alive...

Mingyue Junse shrank and felt the cold wind blowing behind him. He couldn't help but shuddered and asked courageously: "Aunty has gone the wrong way? Doesn't this seem like a place where people live?"

"Do you recognize this flower?" the woman walking in front asked back.

"This is a carnation!" Upon the woman's question, Mingyue Jun's attention shifted to the carnations beside him, quietly staring at the smooth and delicate serrations, the dense and translucent delicate petals, an inexplicable feeling of admiration rose in his heart. He casually said: "Carnation symbolizes unrequited motherly love, so people always give it to their mothers. However, people often give it to their teachers. Thank the teachers for caring for themselves like their mothers. Someone once said, Teachers are greater than mothers, because it is everyone’s nature to love their children, but it is God’s work to selflessly love other people’s children. But carnations are very common. Why don’t my aunts know?"

Shaking her head gently, the woman showed a rare warm smile on her face. She continued to walk towards the tombstone and said lightly: "Not long after she was buried that day, these flowers bloomed here. I have never seen it before, but it's a pity. She has already left. In the past few years, I searched through the books in the palace but never mentioned this flower. Now I finally know. Fresh **** handprints, tears shed quietly in those loving and worried eyes, muttering: "Really? Is this how you feel about me? Is this what you want to say to me? I...like you 'S mother? Really?"

Mingyue-kun on the side was also very moved, but after thinking about what the woman had said, he suddenly froze. "Buried...?" After finally squeezing an awkward smile on his stiff face, Mingyue-kun asked cautiously. write. When I saw the woman’s loving expression, I thought that she was in the tomb instead of a human being... But... But she just said that she was "buried", right?

Unexpectedly, the woman didn't answer again, she just turned the deep eyes that looked at the **** handprint, continued to look at herself deeply, and then looked at the handprint again. What does she mean? Do you want to print your hand on that handprint? Do you want to do it? What is the situation? Is this woman a human or a ghost? Why did she bring herself to this place? Questions followed one after another. Unfortunately, before I could clarify the matter, I began to obediently follow the woman's instructions and walk towards the nameless grave step by step.

"Don't you need to stop her?" Seeing Mingyue Jun step by step towards the lonely grave, Xueliang Lexing, who has been following behind him in stealth, finally couldn't help but ask Feng Xueyang with his heart, "Don't you know that this woman is a... "

"Relax!" Feng Xueyang faintly looked at the foreground and said lightly: "Mozhang Palace will never hurt her."

"What am I talking about! So I knew it!" Xue Le Xing hummed in his mouth: "Aren't you afraid to scare your little white rabbit?"