Chen Si's eyes were dim and unclear.

His little girl really knows everything.

He took his movements lightly, sighed, put the little girl in her arms, put her chin on her forehead, and said softly:

"I promise you."

Jiang Zhiyu arched in her arms, but her heart fell to the ground.

It is undeniable that Chen Si is a person who has a lot of past records or even a very dedicated person.

At least, before Qiao Qiao appeared, she had fantasized that perhaps her big bet would end with the two of them being together.

But since Qiao Qiao appeared, she began to be uncertain.

Now, being able to get his verbal guarantee can make me feel relieved.

After hugging him for a while, Jiang Zhiyu said in a depressed voice:

"So, now I can ask, right? Why did Qiao Qiao leave suddenly during the New Year?"

He hugged her quietly, sighed softly, and did not think about covering up:

"It's not that I left, it was sent away by my aunt. She... had thoughts that she shouldn't have, and I..."

Before he could finish his words, a white and tender palm covered his thin lips.

Very soft and fragrant.

"No need to say how you and her were before, just remember your promise."

Pushing away his arms, Jiang Zhiyu trotted two steps, stopped at the entrance of the yard, and turned to look at him.

He was standing in the hazy night, under the dim street lights, his eyes deep and beautiful.

But the tall figure seemed a little sad.

Jiang Zhiyu softened his heart and raised his hand to wave at him:

"I'll wait for you to take me back to school on the 18th day of the first lunar month."

Chen Si stood there, looking at the little girl on her heart.

Although the guarantee she asked for was a collapse of trust in his opinion.

He doesn't like such a "compromising" girl either.

However, everything in the past cannot be changed. All he can do is to make her feel at ease.

He gently curled his lips, his voice was a little hoarse:

"good."

-

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Jiang Zhiyu accompanied Aunt Liu to a small county town where her mother was buried.

This is where she has lived for more than ten years. She has only been back for two years, but she is a little unfamiliar with her eyes.

Liu Bo’s stall was no longer covered with all the messy fruits, only baskets of golden oranges and several boxes of beautifully colored dragon fruits.

Duan Chi is still watching the stall.

The former boy raised his height with the naked eye and faded his dark skin color.

When he saw her, he seemed to feel a little dazed, and he was stunned for a long time before he was sure:

"Jiang Zhiyu, why are you back? Is it at home..."

Jiang Zhiyu smiled at him and shook his head, then turned to look at Aunt Liu beside him:

"This is my former classmate Duan Chi, and this is Aunt Liu. We are back to help my mother move the grave."

In recent days, their neighbors have seen enough jokes about Jiang Dachuan's family.

Duan Chiben wanted to ask her if she was okay, but she felt that her identity as an old classmate was not enough.

She smiled shyly and then called "Aunt Liu".

Just as a guest came to the fruit stall, Jiang Zhiyu waved at him, signaling him to be busy, and took Aunt Liu to her home where she had lived for more than ten years.

"Bang bang bang", the knock on the door is dull.

Jiang Dachuan has been idle at home recently, and I got news today and I have already prepared:

"Come? Do you want to come in and sit down before going?"

Aunt Liu was too lazy to argue with him and made a quick decision:

"No need, Jiang Yunfeng has also returned to No. 1 Middle School now. You can go with us and act like this without such a relative in the future."

Xu Shuyi, who was behind him, has always been a charlatan, for fear that Jiang Zhiyu would be a monster again, so he would get his son out:

"How can this work?"

Aunt Liu changed her face instantly, and even Jiang Zhiyu was sarcastic:

"You are not happy to move my mother out? Is it possible that a hundred years later, do you really want to serve my mother underground?"

"You..." Xu Shuyi wanted to say something, but Jiang Dachuan stared back with a look and turned around and smiled at Aunt Liu:

"Since that's the case, let's go."

-

A slightly desolate cemetery, with a stele forest standing upright.

If Jiang Dachuan had not been required to sign as his spouse, Jiang Zhiyu would never want him to disturb his mother's purity.

While Aunt Liu and Jiang Dachuan were having arguing with the staff, Jiang Zhiyu stepped on a simple stone road, skillfully turned left and right, and found a small world belonging to her mother at a narrow corner.

The photos on the stone tablet have faded and blurred, and the three words "Jiang Dachuan" erected by the stele in the lower left corner seem to be mocking.

He took out a tissue to wipe the photo of his mother and the stone tablet cleanly. Jiang Zhiyu sat on the ground and said softly:

"Mom, I'm already independent, and my grandfather's affairs are already a little bit clear. You won't have to feel wronged here anymore."

After completing the procedures, Aunt Liu sent Jiang Dachuan and sat there with Jiang Zhiyu, stroking her fingers with Wei Yimeng's photo in the photo, and a hint of heartache appeared on her old face:

"Miss, I'm here to pick you up. Don't be afraid of pain or cold. Fish and fish are holding you. Let's go back and reunite with the old man."

As she said that, she gently lifted the stone slab in front of the tombstone and carefully picked out the urn.

Jiang Zhiyu took out the coat he had prepared long ago.

This is the one that my grandmother found at home, and her favorite clothes she had in the early years.

Be careful to wrap it, Jiang Zhiyu hugged her in her heart, step by step.

Aunt Liu muttered, "Miss, don't be afraid, let's go now." She stretched out the black umbrella in her hand and followed Jiang Zhiyu.

Gradually walk out of the mountain pass.

The owner of the taxi waiting outside was still the cousin who had previously opened the car door early and asked Jiang Zhiyu to carry her mother into the car.

Aunt Liu took the umbrella and followed.

The vehicle quickly disappeared at the pass.

Jiang Dachuan stood at the entrance of the cemetery, and somehow, suddenly felt a soreness in his eyes.

I rubbed my eyes, opened my eyes, and returned to my usual appearance, as if the sadness I just had just been just an illusion.

-

Here, Jiang Zhiyu and Aunt Liu brought their mother back.

Over there, my grandfather’s friend helped her grandmother and invited her back from her previous place of residence.

The two people met in a newly found cemetery, and a professional Feng Shui master placed the ashes of the father and daughter.

This time, there was an empty one next to my grandfather’s tomb.

Jiang Zhiyu knew that it was prepared by grandma for herself.

A hundred years later, their family of three, who had been deeply troubled, had to stay together happily underground.

The fish in the river kneeled on the ground and presented flowers.

Aunt Liu will present the tributes she brought.

My grandmother's face was obviously full of tears, but she was smiling:

"Old man, Mengmeng, now we are reunited."

Jiang Zhiyu shook his grandmother's hand and kowtowed a few times seriously:

"Grandpa, mom, please don't worry, I will take good care of my grandmother and Aunt Liu."

Aunt Liu and grandmother hugged her, and three women of different ages were crying and laughing.

This moment can also be said to be perfect.

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To be continued...