Chapter 295
Hilltop cemetery in the western suburbs.
Those who can be buried here should be either rich or expensive.
Shen Qingqing drove to the mountaintop cemetery early in the morning. Originally, Lu Hanchuan wanted to come with her, but she didn't let her. She came alone. She walked slowly to the depths, and then stopped in front of the two tombstones. Gardenia were planted around the cemetery, and the two tombstones read: the Tomb of his wife an Yutong and the tomb of his daughter Shen Suxin.
The signature office is all Grandpa's name, Shen Jingyuan.
Shen Qingqing bent down and knelt between the two tombstones, reaching out to touch the photos on the tombstones.
The woman in the black-and-white photo is still very young and has a beautiful face, which is similar to her. The woman in the black-and-white photo on the tombstone next to her is very old and gray, but it can be seen from her old face that she was also a very beautiful woman in those years.
Looking at the person in the picture, tears overflowed from her eyes. Tears fell on the ground, splashing cold water.
This is her mother, the woman who gave her life, but she knew her existence. She even called her enemy, her mother for more than 20 years!
"Mom..." Shen Qingqing finally called out her mother with a choking voice, but her heart was suffocating. She bowed her head and leaned her head against the cold tombstone, "I'm sorry, forgive Qingqing for coming to see you for so long... I'm sorry..."
The wind on the mountain is very cold, with the cold of soaking bones.
Shen Qingqing stretched out her hand and leaned hard against the tombstone. Her eyes closed slightly, but her fingertips slowly crossed the woman's cheek. "Mom, don't worry, I will take back the things belonging to our Shen family, I will, and let Shen Yiwei and Xu Ruiqin get their due punishment!"
The sky was gloomy, and the rain as fine as ox hair fell on her pale face, a little wet.
Shen Qingqing leaned against the tombstone. She shrunk her body, shrunk her body into a ball, raised a slightly bitter smile on her lips, her eyes were gentle, and whispered faintly, "Mom, if you see me in the sky, will you think Qingqing is useless?"
"For a man, get yourself to this point?" she sighed again. "What kind of emotional entanglement did you have with Huo Jinxiu? And what kind of mood did you choose to marry Shen Yiwei?"
No one answered her, only the wind blowing from the mountain came to her ears.
Shen Qingqing frowned. In front of her was just a cold tombstone. No matter how she warmed, she could no longer warm the tombstone.
"Old Huo is right. We Shen family and Huo family are really tangled. You and Huo Jinxiu, and I and Huo tingxiao!" she whispered, with a little indifferent smile on her face. "Maybe this is the reincarnation of cause and effect. Everything is doomed, and we can't escape!"
Shen Qingqing is really tired. Everything she has experienced in recent months seems to have finished her life. She is hurt all over. Maybe she was black and blue five years ago.
"Qingqing, wake up!"
It seemed that she heard someone calling her. Shen Qingqing slowly opened her eyes and saw Lu Hanchuan standing behind her with a big black umbrella. Her eyes were full of worry.
"Brother Hanchuan, why are you here?" Shen Qingqing moved, perhaps because it was too long, and his arms began to be a little numb.