Chapter 596 (1/2)

Zhang Xiao's fingers kept stroking the icy tombstone, which stimulated her palms and chilled her heart.

She is not the kind of person who loves to get into trouble, but at this time she is in a mess. Subconsciously, she feels that she should believe Mu Chen, Mu Chen won't take her as a stand in, he said.

But when people ask questions again and again, she will still think wildly.

Sometimes, one person asked, you can ignore, two people asked, you can also be a joke, countless people ask, you will begin to waver, began to doubt.

”Grandfather, grandma, what if I were really a stand in? I'm already in love with him. ” Zhang Xiao's pretty face is full of melancholy.

If you knew that you would be tired to love someone, she would not love.

Merciless people, will not suffer from the torture of feelings.

In the past, she lived so natural and unrestrained. No matter how many men pursue her, she has no pain. This is the best example, because she is merciless and loveless.

The two old people looked at Zhang Xiao lovingly.

Zhang Xiao remembered that in his memory, his grandparents had a very good relationship. The two old people had lived through their lives. Even when they were sick and died, they were in the same year. The one who left first would say that they were waiting for each other at the end of the Naihe bridge. They had made an appointment to go over the bridge and not drink Mengpo soup. They would be husband and wife in the next life.

When she was a child, she did not understand the feelings of her grandparents.

Now she fell in love, but also quickly cut off the mess and married Mu Chen, she will understand that the two old people's feelings are really deep.

It's strange that my grandparents are so special. Why does my father

No, her father is equally devoted, but her father's love is not given to her mother, but to Ling Hongyu.

The wind, blowing from the ear, with Misty drizzle, like a knife, blowing Zhang Xiao's face with pain.

There was no sound in the cemetery except the wind.

That row by row of tombstones, rows of pine and cypress waiting for countless souls.

The dark sky, as if to cover down.

Zhang Xiao accompanied her grandparents for a while and said everything she wanted to say. Although the two old people couldn't respond to her, she felt much better after she said it.

Slowly, she stood up.

Holding another bunch of chrysanthemums in one hand, and holding an old umbrella given to her by the shop lady.

After a few more deep glances, Zhang Xiao turned and walked, not to the outside of the cemetery, but along the rows of tombs.

Countless strange faces passed by her eyes.

Pines and cypresses vary in height, and the height is higher than her. As long as she stands beside the tree, she can hide her.

The cold wind sent Zhang Xiao.

Others in this place listen to the wind, will fear.

Zhang Xiao is not afraid.

This is the place where she often comes.

I don't know how far she went. The front of her cemetery turned to the other side. There are still many tombs on the hill at the back of the cemetery.

Zhang Xiao found Ning Tong's tomb.

When she grew up, the beauty of Tong Ning was more beautiful than that of her grave.

In front of the tomb, there are still two bundles of chrysanthemums, but because the days have been a few days, the two bundles of chrysanthemums have withered.

Zhang Xiao guesses that it is mu Chen or Ning Zhiyuan who visited Ning Tong a few days ago.

Looking at the shallow chrysanthemum in front of her grave, she bent down to buy it.

After a close look, she found that Ning Tong's eyebrows and eyes are really similar to themselves.

It is normal to think that his mother and Mrs. Ning are sisters, and her appearance is somewhat similar to that of his mother. If Ning Tong is also like his mother, it is normal that she and Ning Tong will be somewhat similar.

”Little sister, Xiao'er has come to see you.”