Si Borong stood quietly by, one hand holding an umbrella and the other in his pocket, his expression cold and indifferent.
After Si Tianyou finished his worship, he did not leave. He continued to stare at the tombstone like a statue.
Time passed minute by minute, and the originally wet and foggy mist condensed into water droplets.
Si Tianyou's clothes were wet, and his hair was wet too, lying limply on his head. Against his slightly childish face, he looked innocent and harmless.
But in reality, there is a huge beast hidden in this man's heart.
A beast fed by hatred.
After a long while, Si Borong glanced at the time on his wrist and asked, "Do you want to go back?"
Si Tianyou's eyes flashed, and a few dewdrops fell from his long and dense eyelashes. He nodded in a hoarse voice: "Okay."
"Going back to the city? I'm going there too. Let's go together. I'll give you a ride." Si Borong said.
Si Tianyou did not refuse, "Thank you."
The two walked down the mountain side by side.
Unconsciously, the umbrella in Si Borong's hand moved much closer to Si Tianyou.
But that's all.
The two of them walked down the mountain in silence.
Sitting in the car, Si Borong folded his umbrella and said, "There should be a towel in the back seat. Look for it yourself."
Si Tianyou responded again, and there was continued silence. The air in the car was a little stagnant.
But it was no big deal, and that's how the two of them walked down.
Si Borong said this and was about to start the car and leave. However, the moment he turned the key, he paused when he saw the car parked behind him in the rearview mirror.
Just when Si Borong was hesitating whether to drive or say hello, the other party obviously saw his car.
Mu Xiaohan pointed at Si Borong's license plate and said, "Daddy and Mommy, look, isn't this car Grandpa Borong's? Is he also here to pay tribute to Uncle Feng Xiao?"
Today is the 15th day of the seventh lunar month. Mu Xiaohan feels that as a younger generation, he should come to pay homage to Uncle Feng Xiao and Grandma Tang Wan who have helped him.
So early this morning, Mu Xiaohan took his dad, mom and brother to the flower shop to pick out chrysanthemums, and then ran a long way here to pay homage.
I didn't expect to meet Si Borong.
It is well known that Si Borong and Si Fengxiao have a good relationship, so there is nothing wrong with saying that he came to pay tribute to Si Fengxiao.
As he spoke, Si Borong had already rolled down the car window and greeted them.
"Grandpa Borong, it's really you." Mu Xiaohan skipped over and asked with a smile, "Are you new here?"
He opened the car door and stepped into the car with his little arms and legs to cultivate a relationship with his grandfather.
However, when the car door opened, he was stunned to see a young boy with a young face sitting in the back seat.
Mu Xiaohan pursed her lips slightly, closed the car door, scratched her cheek with her little hand, and gave Si Borong an awkward but polite smile.
"Xiao Han, don't run around."
While Mu Baoer was looking down at her phone, Mu Xiaohan ran away.
Worried that he might get bumped into something, Mu Baoer hurriedly chased after him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I got there, my eyes met with Si Borong's.
Mu Baoer: "..."
It’s not advisable to go out today!
She nodded to Si Borong and was about to call him dad when she heard footsteps behind her. Then, a piece of clothing was thrown over her shoulders. She was gently warned, "Bao'er, you don't know what's going on, and you're still running around, huh?"
Mu Baoer is older and she is carrying twins, both of which are round and plump like a big watermelon.
Seeing her jogging after Mu Xiaohan, Si Lijue's heart almost jumped out of his chest.
Mu Baoer was a little embarrassed, and she pinched Si Lijue with her hands behind her back without saying a word. Someone was there!
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