Zhang Xiao's fingers kept stroking the cold tombstone, the coldness stimulated her palm and also chilled her heart.

She's not the kind of person who likes to get into a dead end, but at this moment, she is just in a mess. Subconsciously, she felt that she should trust Mu Chen. Mu Chen would not treat her as a substitute, as he said.

But when others repeatedly asked questions, she would still think wildly.

Sometimes, if one person asks, you can ignore it; if two people ask, you can treat it as a joke; when countless people ask, you will start to waver and doubt.

"Grandpa, grandma, what if I'm really a substitute? I'm already in love with him." Zhang Xiao's pretty face was full of indelible sadness.

If she had known that loving someone would be tiring, she would not have loved.

A ruthless person will not be tortured by emotion.

In the past, she lived so chicly. No matter how many men pursued her, she never suffered. This is the best example, because she is ruthless and loveless.

The two old men looked at Zhang Xiao lovingly.

Zhang Xiao remembered that deep in his memory, his grandparents had a very good relationship. The two old people lived together forever, and even died of illness in the same year. The one who left first would say, wait for each other at the bridge of Naihe. I personally made an appointment to cross the Naihe bridge and not drink Mengpo soup, and I will be a husband and wife in the next life.

When she was a child, she didn't understand the feelings of her grandparents.

Now that she has fallen in love and married Mu Chen quickly, she understands that the two old people's relationship is really deep.

It's just strange, with grandparents being so dedicated, why is my father...

No, her father is equally dedicated, but his father's dedication is not to her mother, but to Ling Hongyu.

The wind, blowing past the ear, with the drizzle sandwiched between it, was like a knife, causing pain on Zhang Xiao's face.

In the cemetery, except for the sound of the wind, there is no other sound.

The rows of tombstones and rows of pines and cypresses are waiting for countless dead souls.

The dark sky looked like it was about to be hooded down.

Zhang Xiao talked with her grandparents for a while, and said everything she wanted to say in her heart. Although the two old people couldn't respond to her, she felt that she felt much better after saying it.

Slowly, she stood up.

Holding the other bunch of chrysanthemums in one hand, and the old umbrella given to her by the aunt in the shop.

After looking deeply with her lowered eyes, Zhang Xiao turned around and left, not going outside the cemetery, but walking along the rows of tombs.

Countless strange faces passed by the corners of her eyes.

The pines and cypresses vary in height, some are taller than her, and the branches are luxuriant. As long as she stands by the tree, she can hide her.

The whistling cold wind sent Zhang Xiao down.

When others hear such rumors in this place, they will feel fear in their hearts.

Zhang Xiao didn't feel scared.

This is where she often comes to.

I don't know how far she walked, but the front of her cemetery turned to the other side, and there are still tombs on the hills behind the cemetery.

Zhang Xiao found Ning Tong's tomb.

The Ning Tong on the tombstone is as gentle and sweet as in the memory, but when she is an adult, her beauty has grown, and she is more beautiful and refined than when she was a child.

There are still two bunches of chrysanthemums placed in front of the tomb, but because it has been a few days, both bunches of chrysanthemums have withered.

Zhang Xiao guessed that it was Mu Chen or Ning Zhiyuan who visited Ning Tong a few days ago.

She bent down and gently placed the bouquet of chrysanthemums she bought in front of the tomb, then looked down at Ning Tong who was smiling slightly.

After taking a closer look, she found that Ning Tong's eyebrows were somewhat similar to her own.

Thinking of my mother and Mrs. Ning being sisters, her appearance is somewhat similar to that of her mother. If Ning Tong is also like her mother, it is normal for her to be somewhat similar to Ning Tong.

"Miss, Xiao'er is here to see you."

Zhang Xiao squatted down to look at Ning Tong's remains.

After meeting Ning Zhiyuan, she still called Ning Tong the same.

"Are you all right over there?"

Ning Tong just laughed.

The wind seems to be a little stronger.

It seemed that Ning Tong was sighing softly.

"Mu Ya is very good, very sensible, very cute, and very healthy." When mentioning Mu Ya, Zhang Xiao's face softened, and he showed a little smile unconsciously, as if a little Mu Ya appeared in front of his eyes. body.

She has carried the child with her for half a year, and the relationship has been naturally cultivated.

What's more, when she first saw Mu Ya, she fell in love with that child.

Especially when Mu Ya called her mother to soften her heart.

"I told Mu Ya that you are her real mother. She couldn't tell the difference before, but now she will know that I am not the same person as you."

Zhang Xiao told about Mu Ya's recent situation in detail.

Ning Tong should be most worried about the young girl under the Nine Springs.

"Mu Chen...he's also very good."

When the topic touched on Mu Chen, Zhang Xiao's heart seemed to be sliced ​​by a knife.

In his heart, is she Zhang Xiao or Ning Tong?

"Miss sister, I won't be jealous of you, and I don't mind if you still stay in Mu Chen's heart, but I really don't want to be a substitute. Tell me, does Mu Chen use me as a substitute? If so, what should I do? ? If not, how could he fall in love with me so quickly? Only when he treats me as a substitute can he fall in love quickly, but it is not me who loves, but you. "

"Hoo hoo—"

The wind howled.

It was as if Ning Tong was anxiously explaining for Mu Chen.

The fate between Zhang Xiao and Mu Chen was formed a long time ago, not now. With the childhood relationship and Zhang Xiao's own brilliance, Mu Chen is a normal man again, even if he doesn't want to love Zhang Xiao, he can't control it.

He loves Zhang Xiao.

His love for Ning Tong has become a memory, deeply buried deep in his heart.

Meng Yifan felt his love for Zhang Xiao became more intense.

Maybe he hasn't realized it yet, but his feelings for Ning Tong are most likely due to family affection, because he is a childhood sweetheart, and he is two years older than Ning Zhiyuan. It can be said that he watched Ning Tong grow up, But it was a matter of course to marry Ning Tong.

It's just that these emotional entanglements are difficult for the parties to understand clearly.

It is said that the authorities are confused, but the bystanders are clear.

Like Zhang Xiao at this moment, she has always been smart, but fell into confusion, she is not as clear as Yang Xi, because she is a player in the game rather than a bystander.

"My relationship with Mu Chen was a little tit-for-tat at first, how could he...Miss, what do you think I should do? I can help you raise Mu Ya to grow up healthily, and I can take care of Mu Chen instead of you. But me, alas!" Zhang Xiao smiled wryly, "I don't know what's wrong with me, I was confused by a series of questions from those people, and I couldn't see the truth and the fake."

Ning Tong looked at her.

That slight smile is alluring.

Trust Mu Chen!

Ning Tong's soft voice floated into Zhang Xiao's brain along with the wind.

He really loves you!

Believe him!

Don't be swayed by others, don't fall into the trap of others.