"Mom." He looked at the person in the photo and spoke softly, "Kyoshi Zhixia apologized to me, I want to tell you."
Silence, long-lasting silence.
The mountain wind blew his hair.
"Mom, I plan to reconcile with her, I hope you can understand." Zhang Linmo thought carefully, "I have experienced life and death with Jingting recently, which has given us new insights into life."
"We should not bear the grudges of the previous generations throughout our lives, and we can do nothing."
His lips raised lightly, "Release may be the best ending."
"Mom, my son doesn't feel lonely lately." Zhang Linmo remembered the children jumping in front of him, and smiled deeper on his lips, "It feels great to have relatives."
After saying my thoughts in front of the tombstone, I stayed for a while and then turned and left.
He doesn't stay for too long every time, but he will come here often, about four times a month.
The same morning.
In a light luxury apartment, Han Jiamei came to the sofa in the living room wearing a white shirt and disheveled hair. She no longer had a fever and was in good spirits.
Looking at the man sitting on the sofa, he had his hands wrapped around his chest and his nose was erect, and he didn't know if he was asleep with his eyes closed.
Did he just sit like this all night?
Han Jiamei noticed that there were no wrinkles on the other side of the sofa, which meant that he was not lying down.
Just when she was shocked and confused, Mo Fan opened his eyes, "Ah--!" He was shocked by her appearance!
After losing his composure, he woke up instantly!
His scream also shocked Han Jiamei!
She stared at him with wide eyes, "What are you doing?"
This is probably the case with the female ghost in the TV series, with her hair disheveled, wearing a white shirt, without saying a word.
"You go and look in the mirror!" Mo Fan's face was calm, but he was still in shock.
Han Jiamei walked around him and stood still, and asked in surprise, "You won't sit here all night, are you?"
"Or what do you think?" He looked up at her, "I felt ache when I lay down."
"Why is the pain of your waist sore at a young age?" She covered her whimpering stomach and asked involuntarily, "I want to eat noodles, are you willing to cook?"
I bought noodles and coriander last night, and Mo Fan planned to make breakfast for her.
"You can live here." He stood up and said expressionlessly, "Don't rummage through boxes and cabinets. The things you used must be placed in their original position. Also, please clean up the hair on the ground one by one."
Hair?
Han Jiamei lowered her eyes and looked for it, and she saw the hair on the floor.
Without waiting for her to say anything, Mo Fan entered the kitchen.
She turned around and found transparent gel, squatted down to stick to her hair, and the person was under the eaves and had to follow the owner's request.
After a while, seven or eight strands of hair were stuck to the tape in her hand, and she was hunching her waist and continued to search.
A bowl of fragrant noodles was served on the dining table. She looked up at him and took off her apron, and asked in surprise, "Just one bowl? Don't you eat it?"
"I have something to do and it's too late." Mo Fan washed his hands calmly, went back to the bedroom to get a suit clip and went to the door to change his shoes.
"What about my fingerprint?" She hurriedly chased after him, "I can't go out for a day, right? Do you have a key to your high-end lock?"
Mo Fan changed his shoes and turned his eyes to her.
She looked at him pitifully, "..."
Mo Fan had to enter the management password and add her fingerprint. While adding the password, he heard her say, "Don't worry, I will pay you the rent, and I won't be free."
Mo Fan raised his eyes and quickly changed his words, "I won't live in vain! Live in vain!" She smiled apologetically.
"Fingerprint entry was successfully." The system prompted and Mo Fan stepped away.