Chapter 247 (1/2)

Cangling raised her head. There was no name on the stone tablet in front of her, and next to it, a black-and-white photo was clamped on the upright stone.

The tomb of Sheng's parents and daughter Sheng Yanrong.

”Oh.” Cangling moved his body and kowtowed solemnly to the stone tablet.

”Mom, I'm your daughter-in-law.”

Cang Ling is a little strange. It is reasonable to say that the woman's family has married. On this stone tablet, it should be the position of the smoke appearance of the Sheng family of Mou family. Why start with Sheng family?

Instead of lifting her up, Mou Yu pulled out some incense candles and other offerings from her travel bag and placed them in front of the stone tablet.

”Today is her birthday.” Mou Yu said.

Cangling straightened her back, watched Mou Yu orderly light the paper money and handed the three incense pillars to Cangling.

Cangling took it skillfully. She looked around curiously. The garden has been for some years. The wall is covered with thick moss. An old-fashioned house can be seen not far from the front. It seems a little lonely in the heavy dead branches.

Cangling thought that the wife of the Mou family, no matter what, should be buried in a luxurious cemetery, but she didn't want to be in such a remote place.

”This mountain belongs to Sheng family.” Seeing her curiosity, Mou Yu explained, ”the manor was built when my grandparents were still there. Both old people like to be quiet. Since my mother married, she handed over the Shen family's old house to her, moved out of it and settled down here.”

”They lived a comfortable old age. Finally, they followed their last wishes and buried them here.” Mou Yu's eyes looked at the other side of the hill. ”After my mother died, although my aunt was young, she insisted on burying their mother and daughter with their parents. My mother liked peach flowers, and these peach trees were planted that year.”

It has been 22 years now.

The most important person in his life has left him for 22 years.

Cang Ling stared at the black-and-white photo in front of her. The woman's face was more beautiful than Cang Ling imagined. Cang Ling could imagine what a prosperous face she would be when she was alive.

It turned out that Mou Yu inherited her mother's face.

Cangling lit the incense column on the fire, bowed respectfully to the stone tablet three times, and inserted them into the censer in front of the stone tablet.

Mou Yu kept staring at the stone tablet in front of her and fell into silence.

Cangling knew that he must have recalled the sad past again. He didn't disturb him, but accompanied him quietly.

”Ling er.” He gave a cry.

”Yes.” The Cangling answered.

Mou Yu stretched out her hand, held Cangling's hand tightly in her hand, and knelt on the ground with her.

”We want to be together all the time.” Mou Yu said softly, ”until one day, I'll take you to see our mother.”

”She will like you very much.”

Cangling turned her head and Mou Yu's eyes were red with tears.

In the final analysis, this man who looks very powerful is also fragile after all.