A week later, "Apocalypse" was completed.

Si Tianyou returned with the crew and entered into intensive production.

Everyone is waiting to see MR Group’s comeback in the entertainment industry.

Si Lijue and Mu Baoer's relationship is as good as ever. Mu Xiaoche and Mu Xiaohan are fed with dog food every day, which makes them feel upset and anxious, but they also feel happy and sweet, and it is the warmth of home.

Lu Jingyi also seemed to have walked out of a sad marriage. With his colorful glazed hair, he called Qian Fugui, Mu Xiaoche and Mu Xiaohan. He ate, went shopping, slept, played games, hummed songs and wrote music every day. He lived a free and easy life full of energy.

Time passed and it was Mid-July.

The weather was not very good, it was foggy and drizzling, and coupled with the sticky weather in the south city, it was extremely boring.

At Shihua Waterfront, Si Borong got up early, a rare occasion, and got himself ready.

The Si family has good genes and many of them are handsome men and beautiful women.

For example, Si Borong, even though he is in his fifties, is still energetic and looks only in his early forties. He is confident and elegant, and exudes the charm of a mature man. Just driving around the university town can attract the hearts of many female students.

However, Si Borong has been very Buddhist recently. He has changed from a carnivore to a vegetarian, and his self-discipline is terrifying.

Even his personal assistant Song Nan found it strange that Mr. Si hadn't touched a woman for more than four months.

Speak of the devil, and he appeared. A low-key black business car was parked in front of the Shihua Waterfront Villa.

Song Nan got out of the car, holding a bouquet of chrysanthemums.

Walking into Shihua Waterfront, he handed it to Si Borong, "Mr. Si, these are the flowers you requested."

Si Borong was tying his tie at the time, and his slender fingers moved back and forth deftly, which was a pleasure to watch.

He finished tying his tie, took out his diamond cufflinks and put them on, then turned around and asked Song Nan, "How do you think I look today?"

Song Nan pushed his glasses up and said calmly, "Young Master Si is still as elegant as ever."

Si Borong chuckled, "It's pointless to ask you this. You've never said anything nice, and it's been the same for decades."

Song Nan didn't comment, but pushed his glasses again, the lenses reflecting a sharp light, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

The conversation between the two was like the banter between old friends.

Si Borong got dressed, took the chrysanthemum from Song Nan's hand, and went out.

On the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, Si Borong went to visit his old friends while paying homage to his ancestors and sweeping their graves.

The black Bentley drove out of Shihua Waterfront, headed north and stopped at the foot of a mountain.

Si Borong walked up the mountain holding a black umbrella. The mist and rain wet his gray hair.

After walking for about half an hour, Si Borong finally found the grave he wanted to worship, which was Jin Lingyao's.

When Jin Lingyao just died of cancer, Si Borong said he would come to see her, but various things that happened later kept him tied up, and he kept putting it off until now.

On the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, the gates of hell open wide, and it is said that people who had unfulfilled wishes in their lifetime will return to the world of the living to continue completing their tasks.

Si Borong chose such a day to come, which inevitably makes people think deeply.

Si Borong stared at the photo of Jin Lingyao on the tombstone in front of him. The gray photo still couldn't hide the youthful smile on her face. She was pure and moving, and her eyes were full of affection, as if they could speak.

Si Borong bent down and placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone. His deep eyes narrowed slightly, concealing the complex emotions in his eyes.

After a long while, he murmured, "Jin Lingyao, you are very smart."

This woman was the smartest and most calculating woman she had ever met, and she was even willing to sacrifice her life!

Snap...

Something fell to the ground, making a slight noise.

Si Borong paused slightly, turned around, and saw a young boy standing behind him. When Si Borong turned around, he was a little flustered. He lowered his head and called out in a hoarse voice, "Young Master Si."

Si Borong's eyes flashed, and he responded, "Come to see your mother?"

Si Tianyou hummed and said, "Well, come and see, Master Si, why are you here?"

"It's the same as your purpose, come and take a look."

As Si Borong spoke, he bent down to pick up the flowers that Si Tianyou accidentally dropped on the ground and handed them to him.

"Thank you." Si Tianyou took it with both hands and walked a few steps quickly to place it in front of Jin Lingyao's tombstone, but he saw a bouquet of flowers already placed there. After a slight pause, he said, "Mom will be very happy to know that you came to see her."

Si Borong did not answer, his eyes slightly lowered and no emotion could be seen.

Seeing this, Si Tianyou lowered his head even more, looking a little uneasy, with his hands twisted together.

The two people just stood facing each other quietly, and the atmosphere was a little mysterious.

I don't know how much time passed before Si Borong suddenly asked, "I heard you took on the role in MR Group's 'Apocalypse'?"

Si Tianyou nodded. "My mentor's last wish is for me to try my best to recommend myself. This is my first time directing a big production. I hope it won't be criticized too much after it's released and ruin everyone's high hopes."

"No." Si Borong said, as if hinting at something, "You are very smart."

After a pause, he added, "It's up to your mother."

Si Tianyou was the child taught by Jin Lingyao.

Jin Lingyao is an excellent and self-disciplined person, and the children she raised have inherited the same intelligence as her.

Even when faced with something he desperately wants, he can act as if he doesn't care!

I don’t know if he understood but pretended not to understand, or if he really took it as a compliment. Si Tianyou looked at Si Borong with a shy smile, clear and innocent, like a half-grown restrained child.

But Si Borong could see through his disguise at a glance. Under that young skin was a powerful and terrifying soul.

"Mom will definitely be very happy if she hears you praising her." Si Tianyou said with shining eyes.

Si Borong curled the corners of his mouth, showing a hint of helplessness.

Si Tianyou, however, was tireless. "Mr. Si, Mom loves you very much. Do you know that your name is written all over Mom's textbooks, diary, and even on the shopping notes? Every time we eat, Mom will prepare a set of empty tableware for you. Not only that, all the toiletries in the house are in pairs... For so many years, she has always loved you."

Si Tianyou is a professional director and screenwriter who has learned dubbing and knows how to speak in a way that can move people.

But Si Borong's expression remained unchanged, his eyes dimmed a little, and his voice became even colder. "There are many people who like me. The line can stretch from South City to Paris and back several times. Your mother is just one of them."

Young and promising with handsome appearance, Si Borong is the prince charming in the eyes of thousands of girls.

Hearing this, Si Tianyou's pupils suddenly constricted and turned slightly red. He looked at Si Borong absentmindedly, his mouth slightly open, his fingers clenched into fists, and veins bulged on the back of his hands.

How could he say that as if it were a matter of course?

Si Tianyou stared at Si Borong intently, and saw his thin lips move slightly, and asked: "Did your mother tell you how she met me?"

Si Tianyou pursed his lips and said nothing.

Then Si Borong said: "She didn't say it because she didn't dare to say it."