Chapter 151 (1/2)

This day, the weather is very cold, the sky is still floating light rain, although not big, Xia Xiaowan but feel the piercing cold.

After all the worshippers were finished, Xia Xiaowan came out of the tree.

Her eyes stay in the crowd that miss for a long time figure, he thin, also haggard, with him, is still the thin figure.

Xia Xiaowan showed a wry smile and said to herself, ”Xia Xiaowan, what are you still looking forward to? Haven't you decided to let go?

Xia Xiaowan bit his teeth, forced himself to take back his sight, and slowly walked to the tombstone of grandfather mo.

Looking at the kindly photo of the old man on the tombstone, Xia Xiaowan knelt heavily on the ground and said, ”grandfather, I'm sorry, I'm late. I seem to be failing your expectations.”

Xia Xiaowan sighed deeply and said: ”grandfather, I'm leaving a city. I don't know where to go, but you can rest assured that I will be OK.”

After a long silence, he murmured: ”grandfather, we are all wrong. Xu Jiacai is the one who can accompany Zihang. Zihang should be very happy with her around. He is happy enough.”

He talked with Mr. Mo a lot until his legs were numb, so he stood up slowly.

Xia Xiaowan didn't take an umbrella. She walked down the mountain slowly in the rain.

The cemetery is so remote that I can't get a bus at all. But there is a bus stop four or five miles ahead. As long as you get there, you can take a bus.

There was a flash of lightning in the sky. The rain was falling more and more. The sight was hazy and blurred.

Suddenly, a big truck came to the opposite side, straight like her. Due to the poor vision in rainy days, when she saw the truck, it was already late.

As the car ran away, there was a violent crash of ”bang ~”, but in this deserted place, no one noticed.

Before falling into a coma, Xia Xiaowan's face showed a smile of relief.

She's completely free!

She doesn't have to face Mo Zihang, or those who hate her deeply.

Oh, great.

It rained ceaselessly. Mo Zihang, who came back to the old house of Mo's family, went to the room of grandfather Mo, closed the door and drew the curtain. The room was dark.

Lying on the bed, I feel the breath of grandfather Mo remaining on the quilt, as if he was still around him.

The position of the heart throbbed, and two lines of hot tears were shed in the dark.

Standing outside the room, Xu Jia worried: ”Auntie, I'm afraid Zihang can't bear it.”

Mo's mother knew Mo Zihang and shook her head: ”Jiajia, Zihang is OK. Let him be quiet.”

Xu Jia sighed and looked at the closed door, then turned away.

She went straight to Mo Zihang's room, took a deep breath like infatuation, and a proud smile appeared on her lips. Come to the big bed to lie down, pull up the quilt cover on the head, stuffy smile out the sound.

Ha ha, before long, she will be the master here, the young grandmother of Mo family, and the wife of Mo Zihang.

Pick up one side of the bag, take out a small recorder from the inside, press the switch, ring a sharp drink: ”get out!”

With a sneer, Xu Jia walks into the bathroom and throws the recorder into the toilet.

Out of the bathroom, she took out Mo Zihang's mobile phone from her bag again. When Mo Zihang didn't pay attention to it, she conveniently put it away. Too many things have happened in recent days, and he didn't notice that it was gone.