Chapter 1969

In the evening, after Huo Xi fell asleep, Lu Sheng left the room quietly.

Waiting for the footsteps to go far, Huo Xicai opened his eyes, looked at the dark night, and his heart was silent.

After a while, she got up to put on her clothes and went out.

She came to the place where she and Lu's mother fell into the water together. They were still young. Lu Sheng and Lu Changsheng jumped into the flood together to save people. Lu Sheng rescued her, but Lu Changsheng failed to save his wife.

So he has been regretting and repenting. If he had one more hand to help save his mother at that time, his mother would not die.

She's the one who dragged him down.

How could she not blame herself?

That platform is still there. When she was standing there, she only felt that the platform was very high, and the flood below could not rush up and take her away.

Now I see that it is so short that if Lu's mother didn't pass by then, she will be washed away by the flood for a long time.

At that time, I'm afraid she didn't even have a rescuer.

In the dark night, under the dim street light, Huo Xi looked at the place where Lu's mother fell, as if he saw Lu Sheng squatting there, smoking one by one, his face full of melancholy.

And when she came closer to see where there was the figure of a man, she stood a lot in situ, and then went on, not far away on the mountain, there was his mother's grave.

In the distance, Huo Xi saw the man standing in front of the tombstone. He lowered his head and held the cigarette end between his fingers. The tall back was particularly desolate and lonely.

He didn't know how long he had been there. The cigarette butts at his feet had been piled on the ground. Until he heard the movement behind him, he didn't look back. His voice was bland in the quiet night.

"I don't come here very often. I'm afraid that when my mother dies, I feel guilty and heartbroken." No one could understand his powerlessness at that time and his joy and tears when he could save his beloved girl.

But his mother's death is still a thorn in his heart, which makes him unable to face Huo Xi calmly, and also unable to face his buried sincerity for many years, and he has been fighting with himself.

But he finally lost the fight. He hurt his most beloved woman and could not save his mother's life.

Huo Xi didn't go on, she stood in situ and looked at the man's back, listening to him quietly.

"My father often let me remember how my mother died. Every year on her memorial day, it was a great torture for me. Several times I was about to break down and I couldn't hold on, but I finally endured. Now, I'm still a cow."

He seemed to be talking to himself, or to his mother, and he knew that he was talking to her.

Even if he didn't personally experience the suffering he said, Huo Xi heard it at the moment, as if it were a poison cone heart, and the pain paralyzed all his limbs.

From the moment of his mother's death, from the moment his father let him remember his hatred and unforgiveness for Huo Xi, his life was like living in purgatory, and he would never make it.

He felt like a walking corpse. He was a cold puppet in his father's hand. He hurt his beloved all over the body, which made her suffer

When she told him about her memories, her expression had become so indifferent that it seemed to be a matter of no importance. The scars were faded by her self-healing, leaving only a shallow scar.

But in his heart branded with eternal traces, let him pain from the heart, regret.