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Chapter 645 Fishing is worse than falling in love (59)

The relationship between Bai Yan and his mother cannot be summed up simply.

From a mother's point of view, she is very unqualified, but her love for Bai Yan is also true - it's just that this love is not enough to counter her passion for art.

Except for the time when he first heard the news, Qing Zhou never talked about it publicly with Bai Yan after that. Bai Yan seemed to be devoting himself to scientific research and never brought it up.

But this is not a long-term solution.

However, a little bit unexpectedly, when the date was approaching and there were still two or three days left, Bai Yan took the initiative to mention this matter to Qing Zhou.

The young man still spoke in his gentle voice: "Are you free in a few days? Let's go meet my parents together."

"Okay." Qingzhou's brush paused slightly.

Before she could ask, Bai Yan continued naturally: "My parents' tomb was buried together." He paused, then continued calmly, "I was young at that time, if I can tell now , when my father bought the joint burial tomb, he had already arranged the ending for himself."

Usually joint burial tombs are bought by children for the elderly, and Bai Yan's mother was still very young when she left, so buying a joint burial tomb is a bit weird.

Unless he already expected that he would not marry another person in his future life.

It's just that Bai Yan's mother is an orphan, and Bai Yan's father handles the funeral alone. Even if Bai Yan, who is only seven years old, knows it, it won't help - he even has a vague concept of life and death.

"However, it's very convenient. We just went to see it together. But let's go there early. My mother has some die-hard fans. They will probably go to visit the grave on this day." Bai Yan slightly bent her mouth, looked at Qing Zhou and smiled road.

Qingzhou nodded.

After a while, she asked coldly again: "Do you want to kiss me?"

Bai Yan: "..."

He couldn't help laughing, and kissed Qing Zhou's lips lightly, "Of course, thank you too."
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Qingzhou and Bai Yan went out very early that day, because the cemetery was on the mountain, and it took more than an hour to drive there. In the morning, there were few people, but it took more than 40 minutes to arrive.

The fog on the mountain was heavy, and Qingzhou's nose was slightly red from the cold. She didn't feel cold, but Bai Yan felt that she was cold, so he tightened the scarf tightly with his hand, covering half of her face.

Because today is not a special day, the mountain is very empty.

The tombstone stands in the forest, shadowy and hazy by the mist.Bai Yan detoured several small paths familiarly, and walked all the way to the monument of his parents.

The two of them cleaned up the tombstone first, and placed the bouquets they brought one by one. Looking at the smiling faces of the men and women on the tombstone, Bai Yan suddenly chuckled.

"Mom and Dad, I'm finally not here alone this time." He said gently, with a soft tone like a long and long piano piece, "Last time I told you that I found the one I've always wanted to meet." People, this time I can finally bring her to see you."

Qing Zhou followed suit and bowed three times.

The two didn't stay long, Bai Yan whispered some harvest and daily life of this year, and left with Qing Zhou.In fact, his feelings towards his parents are very complicated, and he has been resentful for a long time. It is difficult for him to understand the extreme behavior of the other party, and he also does not understand why he can be easily abandoned.

Once, twice.

He is the one who was given up.

But now, this kind of psychology has finally turned into relief. They love him, but this love involves too many other things that they also love.

So they made a choice, which in a way is also an escape.

But now, he also found the one he loves.

Bai Yan gently squeezed Qing Zhou's hand, and not far away, the winter sun finally rose completely, reflecting a golden light on the boundary line between the sky and the mountains.

(End of this chapter)