After getting out of the underground parking garage and into his car, Shen Jiazhou didn't rush to leave. Instead, he took out his wallet from his pocket and pulled out a new photo from a row of cards.

It happened that there were people selling Polaroid photos when we were playing in the afternoon, and he and Wen Shuqiao each took one.

In the photo, he is holding Can Can under the Ferris wheel, and he is wearing the headband that Can Can carefully selected. Only after looking at the photo did I realize that the little guy secretly made a peace sign on his head.

Shen Jiazhou gently stroked Cancan's face with his fingertips, his expression softening considerably: "You little rascal."

He carefully put the photo back into his wallet, planning to have Lin Yan buy it a frame tomorrow and put it on his desk, so the brat wouldn't ask him, "Uncle, Uncle~ where's the photo?"

I can already picture his unique wavy tone of voice.

Shen Jiazhou breathed a sigh of relief, started the car, and drove out of the residential area.

At this time, the evening rush hour had long passed, and Shen Jiazhou's journey was relatively smooth. However, he was not in a hurry to go home, but instead turned towards the cemetery.

Although it was a cemetery, it was brightly lit at night. He bought a bouquet of flowers and two cans of Coke at the foot of the mountain and carried them up the mountain.

Shen Jiachen chose the venue; Shen Jiazhou could arrive there with his eyes closed.

But this was the only time in the past two years that he walked easily to his tombstone. He placed the flowers beside the tombstone, looked at the smiling face on the tombstone, and then sat down on the ground. He opened the two jars one by one, put one jar with the flowers, and held the other in his hand.

He took a sip of cola, and the bubbles burst in his mouth.

Shen Jiazhou gazed into the distance at the bustling streets.

After drinking half of his cola, Shen Jiazhou finally spoke: "I found your son. Although it's a bit late, he's doing quite well now. He's been raised to be plump and healthy, like a little pig."

"He cried twice when he saw me, but he apologized to me later and was quite well-behaved afterward."

"He's also quite mischievous, but very considerate, cute, and good at comforting people. He also looks... a bit like you."

"Oh, by the way, Aunt Can Can said that my sister-in-law has also left. Judging from the time, you two should have met by now. Please tell her for me that Can Can is doing well and that she can rest assured."

"Also, regarding my sister-in-law, I don't know where she's buried. When Cancan is a few years older, I'll ask him if he'd like to move her here. Once he agrees, I'll start construction, so you two won't have to live apart anymore."

"Don't be upset that I've only been here a short time. Today is different."

"Today is Can Can's birthday, she's four years old. I haven't figured out how to talk to the Shen family yet. At first, I planned to take her back as soon as I found her, but you know our family's situation."

Shen Jiazhou was silent for a while, then turned to look at the tombstone beside him. He reached out and placed his hand on the tombstone: "I've thought a lot these past two years. I hadn't come to terms with it before, but seeing Can Can now makes me feel a little better."

The evening breeze gently ruffled Shen Jiazhou's hair. He sat quietly for a while, and finally tapped the opened but unused Coke can in his hand with the Coke can in his hand.

After taking another sip of cola, he put his can of cola aside, took out his wallet from his pocket, and took out the photos he had taken that afternoon again.

“I know you miss your son. Take a look at the photo first.” Shen Jiazhou aligned the Polaroid photo with the photo on the tombstone. “I’ll bring him to see you after I’ve settled things with the Shen family.”

The wind seemed to be blowing a bit harder. Shen Jiazhou looked up, his eyes slightly red. He said, "Alright, don't get agitated. I'm wearing a suit, so I'm not very resistant to the cold. Calm down."

He withdrew his hand and put the photo back in his wallet: "I came here today to tell you that with me here, no one will dare to bully your son. Don't worry, I'm much more reliable than you are now."

Shen Jiazhou stuffed the photo back into his wallet, stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and stood in front of the tombstone. His tone remained casual: "I've never asked you to bless me before. But this time I'll say one more thing: please bless Cancan, bless him to grow up safely, healthily, and happily."

The wind had calmed down considerably, and Shen Jiazhou's gaze fell once again on that unchanging smiling face. He said softly, "Let's go."

He sighed, turned around, and left Shen Jiachen's final resting place.

Back in the car, Shen Jiazhou turned on the air conditioning, and the warm air enveloped him, dutifully dispelling his chill.

The car interior lights were off, with only a faint sliver of outside light filtering in.

Shen Jiazhou leaned back in his chair, pulled out a pack of cigarettes from under the armrest, bit the filter, and flicked the lighter, illuminating his face. Just as the flickering flame was about to light the cigarette, he remembered that little rascal who liked to rub his face against his.

Although he knew the little rascal wouldn't be able to smell anything tomorrow, Shen Jiazhou thought for a moment, then turned off the lighter and put the cigarette back in the distance.

Forget it, I'd rather not take the risk.

After all, he had just promised Shen Jiachen that he would protect his son.

Shen Jiazhou looked out the window again, and just as he was about to start the car, the cell phone on the passenger seat lit up.

The next second, the bell rang.

Shen Jiazhou reached out and picked up his phone, glancing at the note on the screen.

grandfather.

His brows furrowed slightly.