Chapter 1941

"Be careful --" a pair of strange hands held her firmly.

On the seventh day of the summer, he looked up and saw a strange and young man standing in front of him. He looked elegant in a straight blue suit. This spotless suit seemed to be out of place with the cemetery environment.

"Thank you..." the seventh day of the summer politely said thanks, and asked suspiciously: "you are also here to sweep the grave?"

The young man nodded and laughed, and said in a low voice, "I'm entrusted by my family to come here to sweep a dead man's grave..."

"So it is, then I won't disturb you..." Xia Chu Qi nodded and laughed, his eyes moved away from the man's face. He was about to turn away, but he stopped him.

"I'm sorry, madam. This is my first time here. I'm not familiar with the graveyard here..." the young man apologized to the seventh day of the summer and asked hesitantly, "I want to ask you, have you seen the tombstone of a dead man named zhuolingshan?"

"Zhuolingshan?" On the seventh day of the summer, he repeated the name. He really didn't have any impression. He shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I can't help you. I didn't see such a name in this cemetery I came to."

"Well, then I can only look for it seriously by myself..." the man sighed with regret, and his eyes continued to look at this row of cemeteries, ready to continue looking one by one.

At the beginning of summer, seven eyes watched him walk away and found that he accidentally dropped a photo. They picked up the photo and called out to him: "wait, your photo is missing!"

She caught up with the young man and was about to return the photo to him, only to find that the woman in the photo was very familiar

The familiarity made her tremble!

The girl in this picture is not someone else, but her mother!

"Thank you, this photo is really what I left behind..." the young man didn't realize the difference of the seventh day of the summer. He was just about to take the photo back from her hand, but found that she was holding on to it. He couldn't help looking at her: "madam, this photo..."

"Where did this picture come from?" Xia Chu Qi didn't return the photo to him. He raised his head and stared at his eyes tightly. His voice trembled with excitement.

"This picture, of course, was given by my family..." the young man replied calmly. He noticed that the seven eyes of the early summer in front of him were a little red. He was surprised and asked suspiciously: "lady, are you... OK?"

On the seventh day of the summer, he shook his head, took a deep breath, and asked in a deep voice: "does your family let you come to the cemetery to find someone with this picture?"

"Yes..." the young man nodded and said with a wry smile, "this photo is actually from many years ago, but we have nothing else to rely on. We just don't know if we can find it. I went to the cemetery management office just now, and there was no relevant information, but someone found it, This is the place where I came to sweep the grave. That's right! "

The seventh day of the summer had already understood something. He asked in a deep voice, "what's the name of the graveyard owner you're looking for?"

"Zhuolingshan!" The young man replied patiently again.

Hearing the surname "Zhuo", Xia Chuqi knew that she had not made a mistake and had not explained too much to the young man in front of her, so she slowly took out her mother's three person group photo from her pocket, pointed to her childhood mother in the photo, and said to the young man in front of her: "are you looking for the little girl in the photo?"

The young man took the group photo and looked at it. He was surprised. He picked up his photo and compared it. He nodded and said, "yes, it's her. The little girl in your photo is the same person in mine. Where did you get this photo?"

Of course, the seventh day of the summer would not rush to answer him, but asked in a low voice, "first tell me, what's the relationship between you and the girl in the picture? Why did you sweep her grave? "

"To tell you the truth, she and I belong to the same family..." the young man gave a faint smile and explained politely, "my name is Zhuo Yihang, too. I was entrusted by my parents to sweep the tomb of the owner in the photo. The little girl in the photo should be my aunt..."

At the beginning of summer, his eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at the young man in front of him again. No wonder he felt that he had a pretty face and looked familiar. It turned out that he had a pretty face, which was similar to his mother!

"Ma'am?" Zhuo Yihang saw that she looked at herself thoughtfully and didn't speak. He waved at her and asked, "are you ok? It seems that you haven't explained to me how you got that picture? "

At the beginning of the summer, he came back to his mind. He was concerned about him, and with a kind of inquiring eyes, he sighed. He took back the group photo of his mother from his hand, pointed to the tombstone, and explained in a low voice: "Mr. Zhuo, the person you are looking for is here!"

Zhuo Yihang looked along the direction of her fingers, and saw that the tombstone was wiped clean, with flowers and fruits on it. The owner of the tombstone wrote: the tomb of Xia Zhe's wife: Ning Shan!

"The name is wrong..." Zhuo Yihang shook his head doubtfully, thinking that the seventh day of the summer was cheating himself.

"But she's the one you're looking for. You can take a closer look at the photos!" The seventh day of the summer, pointing to the picture on the tombstone, whispered.

"Is it?" As expected, Zhuo Yihang bent down and looked at the woman in the photo carefully. She had a gentle look and a faint smile on her face. She really looked familiar.

It's just that the picture in his hand is a little girl, while the woman on the tombstone is obviously a mature woman, which seems to be a little wrong

"There is no doubt that zhuolingshan in your mouth is Ning Shan!" On the seventh day of the summer, he took a deep breath and explained slowly and seriously, "aren't you curious why I have the same photos as you? Because the little girl in the picture is when she was a child, and the dead person you are looking for is my mother Ning Shan! "

"You say you are her daughter?" Zhuo Yihang thought he had heard wrong. He couldn't believe it. He looked at the seventh day of the summer. He shook his head and said, "it's impossible. My aunt was gone when she was very young. How could she have such a big daughter as you?"

"There are many things you don't understand. She disappeared when she was a child. She was robbed, but she didn't die!" The seventh day of the summer shook his head and gave a bitter smile. He held the photo tightly in his hand: "and I just knew that my mother had another name!"