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The sun shone brightly on the day of Fu Chenhan's mother's death. When she went out, Fu Chenhan looked at the sun in the sky and asked Aunt Liu to bring out a parasol to cover the sun for Jiang Xiu, for fear of burning her, so she seemed to be going out for an outing instead of paying homage to the deceased.

Wei Yu and Fu Mo's tombs are next to each other, and the Fu family's ancestral tombs have always been taken care of by someone. They look very neat and serious. Fu Chenhan leads Jiang Xiu through them, and occasionally tells her who is who.

Finally they stopped in front of Wei Yu's tomb.

There was no photo on the tombstone, only Wei Yu's name. Fu Chenhan bent down and placed a bunch of perfume lily in his hand in front of her grave, saying, "I'm curious why she doesn't have a portrait?"

Jiang Xiu nodded.

Fu Chenhan said: "She doesn't like taking photos, she doesn't have a single photo."

Jiang Xiu asked: "Then do you still remember your mother's appearance?"

"I can't remember it a little." Fu Chenhan said lightly: "I was still young when she passed away. During that period, she was so haggard that she had long since she passed away. She was no longer as beautiful as before. But I remember when her father passed away, she went out for the first time after she came to the Fu family. She wore a snow-white dress. Many people stared at her. She should be very beautiful."

Jiang Xiu looked at Fu Chenhan's fine-brushed face and said, "That lady should be very beautiful, because uncle is very beautiful."

Fu Chenhan smiled, not knowing what it meant, but an unknown petal floated over from afar. He looked at the petal and suddenly remembered what happened a long time ago.

That day, just after school, he saw the face of Mrs. Fu, which had always been square, appearing rare fragility. She stood on a crutch and stared at him with hatred: "It's all your fault! It's all your fault! You and your mother are both disaster stars!"

At that time, Fu Chenhan was not so resistant to this grandma. He was actually very sad to hear these words, but he learned to hide his emotions when he was very young, so he didn't say anything, but just walked by Old Mrs. Fu indifferently, but heard Old Mrs. Fu roar: "Fu Chenhan! Your father is dead! He was killed by your mother!"

Fu Chenhan stood there, stunned, and for a moment he almost doubted his ears.

Fu Mo was actually a bit strange to him, because this man was very taciturn and had a life of irony. He gave Wei Yu all his only tenderness, so it was difficult for others to get a little bit.

When Fu Chenhan heard the news of his death, he didn't believe it at all, because the man was a stubborn existence in his heart. How could he die?

Until he saw Fu Mo's body with his own eyes, he lay there quietly, Wei Yu knelt beside him, with no tears on his face, but just stared straight at the void, and didn't know what he was thinking.

After discovering that Fu Chenhan was back, she waved: "Come here."

Wei Yu was rarely sober, so Fu Chenhan pursed his lips and passed by.

Wei Yu whispered: "Chen Han, you have grown up now."

Her lowered eyes were very gentle. She had always been like this. Even when she was sick, she would not be hysterical and would not hurt him and Fu Yishu. It seemed that there was nothing in this world that she could not tolerate.

But when he heard Wei Yu's words again, Fu Chenhan panicked for no reason, because he vaguely felt that Wei Yu's this time... might never be ignored again.

Fu Chenhan always felt that his parents were having a strange relationship. His father seemed to love his mother miserably, but he locked her in the small courtyard of the Fu family and did not allow her to go out for a moment. His mother seemed to have no feelings for her father, but she would still cry silently in the moonlight after he left home. He thought they would torture each other like this for a lifetime, but for a lifetime that would be so long, who would be willing to give it to others easily?

Wei Yu had a very difficult time in the last moment. She always looked at the sky quietly. When she was not awake, she would grab someone casually and whisper to ask Fu Mo where he was. But of course no one would answer her. She was an unpopular alien in the Fu family. When Fu Mo died, she had no value for existence. People who were already unconscious suffered all kinds of torture. In the end, I don’t know how she left. When she found her again, she was already dead before Fu Mo’s tombstone. During that period, she was clearly in shape, but when she died, she seemed to be back to her most energetic age, with amazing beauty and bright eyebrows.

Fu Chenhan narrowed his eyes and watched the petal slowly falling before Wei Yu's tombstone. There seemed to be many pictures in front of him, and finally frozen on the old lady Fu's face as dry as orange peel. She pointed at him like a dry bamboo branch: "You monster! You are a madman like your mother!"

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Fu Chenhan lowered his eyelashes and suddenly asked Jiang Xiu: "Jiang Jiang, do you think crazy will be inherited?"

Jiang Xiu was stunned: "Medical point of view, mental illness is a hereditable disease."

Fu Chenhan smiled, bent down and squatted in front of Wei Yu's tombstone, poured out a glass of wine, and sprinkled it in front of her tomb: "I haven't seen you for a long time, don't blame me."

Jiang Xiu sat down with him and looked at Fu Chenhan quietly.

Fu Chenhan continued: "I have lived a good life recently. I haven't had nightmares in the middle of the night and my diet is also good. As for Fu Yishu... he will come over later and ask him to tell you himself. What about you, how are you doing here?"

Of course Wei Yu would not answer him.

Fu Chenhan didn't care and said, "With his father here, no one should bully you... but he should be very distressed. Why did you go with him after he had just left not long ago?"

The lingering wind blew over, and the sky was filled with warm sun. Fu Chenhan narrowed his eyes: "By the way, there is someone else to introduce to you."

He turned his head and looked at Jiang Xiu, "Call someone."

"..." Jiang Xiu pondered for a moment: "Hello, madam."

Fu Chenhan smiled, but did not correct it, but said with emotion: "Actually, after so many years, the only thing that the old lady satisfies me is to give me this little girl. If you are still alive, you should like her very much."

Jiang Xiu looked at his side face and suddenly said softly: "Uncle, are you sad now?"

"No."

"Stop lying," Jiang Xiu stretched out his white hand and gently pointed at the end of his eyebrows: "Every time you feel depressed, you will get a little pulled here. I know you are very sad. If you want to cry, I can lend you my shoulders and promise not to tell others that you have cried secretly. It is normal to miss your mother."
Chapter completed!