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When Li Ping returned to Zi's old house with his oil painting, Mrs. Zi was chanting scriptures in the Buddhist hall.

Mrs. Zi is a traditional woman who obeys her husband when she gets married and her son after her husband dies. Now she is alone and has nothing to do every day, so she can only send her condolences to the Buddha.

Mrs. Zi was very happy to see Zhiping, touched his arm and said "Little Zi is thinner", and Zhiping smiled back "thin".

Mrs. Zi couldn't help feeling that Xiao Zi was still the same as before, naturally likable.When the wanderer returns home, the parents are naturally happy.

The moment Mrs. Zi opened the oil painting, her eyes filled with tears. The family on the picture looked like when they were younger. At that time, the family was reunited and free from illness and disaster. Who would have thought that accidents would happen one after another without leaving a picture For the family portrait, she can only take out those black and white photos to miss. Those photos are rough and fuzzy, not as delicate as this painting.

Because the details are usually described with the most detailed wolf kyu, and his skills are superb, everyone is lifelike.Everyone was smiling, including the gloomy second brother, Qian Lian, who also smiled peacefully.

This is the best scene in senior level memory, no one left.

At that time, the whole family was very happy. From then on, let this happiness stay together in this painting.

Zi Liping looked at his crying mother, and couldn't help but think that this old lady is now a widow, and suddenly felt guilty.

Holding Mrs. Zi in his arms, he choked up and asked, "Mom, can we be a family again in the next life?"

Maybe he wasn't qualified, but he couldn't help but want to ask, even if he was rejected.

Mrs. Zi does not know the art of appreciating oil paintings, but this painting can be seen with a lot of intentions. Xiao Zi grew up in Zi's parents, like a parent and child, so she loves it very much.

"Little bourgeoisie, all things are born of destiny. Back then, you joined the bourgeois family to explain that you and I are destined to be mother and child. If there is a destiny, we will meet each other."

Mrs. Zi was not a forceful person, and now she is even more indifferent. Touching the oil painting, she then comforted Liping: "It is also fate that they met you in this life. The fate will be separated naturally, and the living should look forward."

Seniority Ping is sensitive and delicate by nature, and cannot be so indifferent to world affairs like Mrs. Zi, only hearing it makes her heart sour.

There is a question that he has been suffering for a long time, and he wants to know the answer too much, and he urgently needs a close family member to give him an answer.

"Then mother, if there is someone who treats me very well and commits injustice by mistake, and I hurt him because of this, what should I... what should I do?"

The death of the eldest brother and the second brother because of him is an eternal shackle in Zhiping's heart.Senior Ping looked at Mrs. Zi with determination and fear waiting for sentencing.

The old lady Zi patted Seniority Ping's head, and said earnestly, "Xiaozi, my mother is an old woman who doesn't know much. You have been naughty since childhood, but you are not a bad boy. Some things are not influenced by you, but by you in your past lives. The cause planted by the other party, you think of his good, and he bears his fruit, you just want to have no regrets in your heart. Forgive yourself, I believe that the person who treats you very well will forgive you."

Senior fell flat on his mother's lap and wept uncontrollably.

He thought: Will you forgive me?brother?Second brother?Father?

Mrs. Zi could feel the trembling of his body when he cried, and slowly touched Zhiping's neck to comfort him, as if he was still him when he was a child.

"Xiao Zi, we always hope that you can live freely, not only me, but also your father, mother, including your elder brother and second elder brother."

Drain the rain at first, wash clear.

Qingming is approaching, and the sky in the drizzle is gray, adding a bit of solemnity to this isolated island that is still noisy in the face of national crisis.When wars are raging in other places, the city of Shanghai has the tranquility before the countdown. Every living person is greedy for this tranquility before destruction, and does not care about the death around him.

Death, for some people has become accustomed to it, for some people it may be difficult to let go of.

Ever since Senior Level went to the capitalists, he was always full of worries when he came back. Everyone saw him hesitate to talk to Gui Wenju several times, and everyone was careful not to mention the matter of sweeping tombs and worshiping ancestors before Senior Level.

"Father," Shi Liping called to stop Gui Wenzhen, hesitated for a long time, and then asked in a low voice, "Are you free tomorrow?"

Tomorrow is Ching Ming Festival, Gui Wenting couldn't believe it, and quickly replied: "Yes, yes, yes, I'm free."

Shi Liping didn't look at Gui Wenzhen, cast his eyes to the side, and asked hesitantly: "Do you want to go see Mommy with me?"

Gui Wenzhen was moved and pleasantly surprised, mixed with remorse and guilt.

I disregarded friendship back then, abandoned my wife, and caused their mother and son to drift in troubled times. His son was willing to accept him, and he was already satisfied. He really felt ashamed to see the person he loved and abandoned.He knew that even if their mother and son did not forgive him in this life, it was his own fault.

Now, Xiao Zi invited him to worship his dead mother together, what does this mean?

"Little bourgeoisie, I..." Gui Wenting couldn't continue, choking on words.

"Father, I want Mommy to see you and me."

Gui Wenzhen stood in front of Ye Liansheng's tomb, and the leaves were rustling, making people feel even more desolate. He thought of this beautiful and strong woman who was as beautiful as lotus and bamboo as a bone of bones under the loess, and thought of his youthful conceit and disappointment. Affectionate, I regret now.

In addition to apologizing, he wanted to thank this strange woman with an open mind.

I am grateful for the affection I have given him, for maintaining his dignity as a father, and for raising the petty bourgeoisie so well.

Ye Liansheng had already walked out of the past, but Gui Wentang still stayed where he was.

Zi Liping looked at the grief-stricken Gui Wentang, and stood behind him silently, let them say goodbye like this.

Parents are here, there is still a place to come;

Parents go, only return home.

Mom, look, with my father here, I am fine.

An apology is the redemption of those who have made mistakes, and not being forgiven is a sentence of life imprisonment.

Senior level has always been a soft person.