Two cute babies: Mr. Si loves his wife too much

"Mom! My son is here to see you!" Fang Ziye knelt in front of the tomb respectfully, stretched out his arms to hug the tombstone, and murmured softly, his eyes were moist in an instant.

After a while, Fang Ziye let go of his hands and said with a smile: "Today is your death day, I brought your favorite food!"

After saying this, Fang Ziye took out a small bottle of self-brewed rice wine from his bag, a plate of roast goose and a few desserts that looked very delicate, just like when Ling Youting came, Fang Ziye respectfully placed these things in front of the tomb, and immediately Lighting the candlelight paper money, kowtowed three times very seriously, and finally burst into tears.

At this time, Ling Youting had been standing silently behind Fang Ziye, without saying a word, seeing Fang Ziye crying heart-piercingly, his tears fell down again.

Ten years passed in a blink of an eye, and various fragments of the past kept reappearing in Ling Youting's mind, and his heart was suddenly pinched tightly, and the huge sense of oppression made him breathless.

Fang Ziye, who is kneeling on the ground, is about 1.8 meters tall and has a slightly fat body. He has a big back comb and a big tattoo of the traditional Chinese character "Yi" from his neck to his shoulder blades. Coupled with his stern face, it is daunting.

Ling Youting couldn't help sighing, time flies, and in a year or two, both of them will be on their way to the third party!

After a while, Fang Ziye's crying gradually became quieter. Ling Youting hesitated a little and walked forward, holding a tissue in his left hand and a cigarette case in his right, and handed it to Fang Ziye.

Fang Ziye seemed to have expected this scene a long time ago, and was not surprised at all. He just looked at two things, finally picked up the cigarette, wiped his tears with his cuff, and slowly lit the cigarette.

The two stood on one side, lowered their heads and puffed on the smoke. Neither of them spoke first. The smell of burnt tobacco spread in the air, and the night wind kept blowing, and there was silence.

This atmosphere only lasted for a cigarette, and when the last spark burned out, Fang Ziye spoke first: "Okay, I've finished talking, and the cigarette is finished, so I won't throw away the things, after all, it's your heart. Now you can go home."

Ling Youting was startled, but he didn't move his footsteps or speak, just stood quietly like this.

"Today is the anniversary of my mother's death. I don't want to argue with you here, and I don't want to be rough. Please understand." Fang Ziye took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"Ziye, I." Ling Youting said hoarsely.

"Stop! I repeat, I don't want to have any interaction with you, please be quiet, OK?" At this time, Fang Ziye's voice had become louder, and it was obvious that he was very angry.

But Ling Youting didn't care at all, and continued to open his mouth and said, "Ziye, I just wanted to apologize to you and auntie!"

Hearing this, Fang Ziye cast a murderous gaze, clenched his fists tightly, and his whole body began to tremble slightly.

"Okay! I have received your apology, you! You can go!" Fang Ziye gritted his teeth and said word by word. If eyes can kill, I believe Ling Youting has died a hundred times.

"Ziye! Listen to me!" Ling Youting slowly stepped forward, opened his mouth slightly and was about to say something, when something unexpected happened.

With a muffled sound of "dong", Fang Ziye rushed forward with a vigorous step, twisted his waist and hit Ling Youting directly on the cheek with a right uppercut.