Mengbao against the sky: Daddy fell from the sky

It was a woman in her 20s, wearing a simple dress, her long ink-like hair was not tied up, just hanging on her shoulders, her delicate face was like an elf scattered all over the world, it was very impressive love at first sight.

Holding a bouquet of pink carnations in her arms, she walked slowly on the street. The places she passed attracted passers-by to stop and watch, but she didn't stop for anyone.

The two passed by, He Junlin turned his head, his eyes still followed the woman until he could no longer see her.

Turning back slowly, He Junlin recovered from the shock of seeing his old friend suddenly.

six years.
The past that I thought I had long forgotten, the moment I saw her, like a book blown by the wind, page by page flew forward.

Obviously it happened so many years ago, but when I think about it now, it seems like it happened yesterday. There was a flash of pain in his eyes, but it was only for a moment.

"Boss, here we are."

Suddenly, the bodyguard's reminder sounded in his ears, He Junlin woke up like a dream, raised his head, only to realize that at some point, they had already arrived at the cemetery.

Today is the anniversary of his mother's death. Every year on this day, he would fly over to present a bouquet of carnations in front of his mother's grave, and this year was no exception.

After getting out of the car, as if he remembered something, he turned around and asked the bodyguard beside him, "Are the flowers ready?"

The driver got out of the car, holding a bouquet of pink carnations in his hand, and handed the flowers to He Junlin respectfully.

"Thank you." After taking the flowers and looking at the carnations in his hand, a picture suddenly flashed in He Junlin's mind.

He suddenly remembered that the place where he met her seemed to be the direction he came here. Could the bouquet of carnations she was holding be
Twitching the corner of his mouth lightly, a complicated smile appeared, he didn't let himself think about it any further, holding flowers in both hands, he stepped into the cemetery.

He's mother's tomb is located in the best part of the cemetery. He Junlin didn't live in country M all year round, so he hired someone to guard the manor for him, and came here regularly to clean the tombstone. Every time he came here, he never forgot to come and have a look .

The people he hired had been waiting here early in the morning when they received the call that he was coming. When they saw him coming, they immediately approached enthusiastically, "Young Master He."

He Junlin looked at the clean and tidy tombstone, nodded with satisfaction, "I'll trouble you to help me take care of this place."

"This is what I should do." The man reported a few words to him, then retreated wisely, leaving him alone.

Putting the flowers in his hand in front of the tombstone, He Junlin looked at the photo of his mother on the tombstone with tenderness on his face.

The big tree next to him was rustled by a gust of wind, covering up his not-so-loud voice, and only occasionally heard intermittent words.

"Mom, I will never let anyone who hurt you go. I am not alone anymore. I have a wife and children. Next time I come here, I will bring them to see you."

In the end, there was a slight change on his indifferent surface, a gentle smile jumped on the corner of his beautifully shaped lips.

At this moment, a loud noise came from behind.

"Miss, please stop, this is a private place, please take a detour."

"Since when is the cemetery a private property? Get out of the way, I want to see who can privatize this place."

He Junlin frowned, turned around, and wanted to see who the bodyguard was arguing with.

After seeing clearly the appearance of the visitor, the impatient expression froze in an instant. I didn't expect that the old man I met not long ago would meet here again so soon.

"King's Landing? Why are you here? By the way, I forgot. Today is Auntie's death day. You should come back to see Auntie."

Zhong Jiaxin was surprised, and was about to rush up. The bodyguard next to her tried to stop her, but she stared at her beautifully. The bodyguard subconsciously withdrew his hand. Seeing that He Junlin didn't intend to stop him, he retreated wisely and let her go. past.

With her beautiful eyes staring deeply at the man standing there with a straight figure and stern eyebrows, Zhong Jiaxin had mixed feelings in her heart.

I haven't seen him for six years, and he seems to be a little different.

His facial features were as handsome as in his memory, and he couldn't pick out any flaws, but at the moment, his whole face was filled with a chill, which made people forget and dread, and couldn't help but want to get close.

As the distance between the two shortened, Zhong Jiaxin's excitement gradually calmed down.

Even though she had simulated countless times in her mind the scene of their reunion, when his real person was right in front of her eyes, she was still a little timid. Those lines that she had prepared in advance, met his emotionless gaze , She has long forgotten all about it.

Coming in front of him, staring into those deep eyes, Zhong Jiaxin felt her heart beating crazily faster, but she didn't know how to express the feeling of longing that was overflowing, she just looked at him stupidly, with tears running down her cheeks. The ground dripped all over his face.

Her tears are an invincible weapon that can always soften the heart. No matter how big a mistake she made, he will always forgive her.

Sure enough, seeing her tears, He Junlin's indifferent expression cracked a little, as if he was a little helpless, he took out a handkerchief and handed it to her, "Wipe your tears."

Looking at the handkerchief stretched out in front of her eyes, Zhong Jiaxin didn't reach out to pick it up, but just stared at him with tears in her eyes, "I miss you very much."

He Junlin's eyes moved, just when Zhong Jiaxin thought he would gently wipe her tears with a handkerchief as he remembered, but he just stuffed the handkerchief into her hand, "Wipe off your face, the makeup is all over." melted."

Zhong Jiaxin's eyes froze for a moment, tears stopped abruptly, and she seemed to think of something again. She quickly took the handkerchief and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. She wiped it so carefully, lest she would wipe off the makeup and eye cream on her face, so she missed it. There was a flash of impatience in He Junlin's eyes.

Worried that if she continued to cry, her makeup would fade away, Zhong Jiaxin didn't shed any more tears, but looked at He Junlin with her beautiful eyes, and said pitifully, "Junlin, I know I was wrong, please forgive me."

He Junlin stared fixedly at this, the woman he once loved deeply but was betrayed by him, with a mocking and cold sneer on her handsome face, her icy eyes fell on the flowers in her hand .

"Is this for Mom?"

After being reminded by him, Zhong Jiaxin also remembered the purpose of coming here today, and quickly raised the flowers in her hand, stepped forward and placed them in front of the tombstone.

"Auntie, I'm Jiaxin. I'm sorry. I haven't been in country M for the past few years, so I can't come to visit you. I remember that you like pink carnations the most. I specially picked them. I hope you like them."

After a pause, she turned her head and glanced. He Junlin, who was standing silently by the side, continued to speak with puns.

"I used to be too old and didn't know how to cherish it. I didn't know what I had lost until I missed it. Auntie, you loved me so much before. Even if I made a mistake, you would forgive me. So, this time, will you Forgive me too, and give me another chance?"

Listening to Zhong Jiaxin's question, He Junlin acted as if he didn't hear it. He just stood there quietly, and he didn't speak until she had nothing to say.