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In fact, Mo Changan is not a very devout Christian, but when he was studying in England, he would occasionally go to church to attend worship.

She doesn't have much idea about ghosts and gods, so she doesn't really believe in them.

It's just that Shen Boyan never mentioned this matter, so Mo Changan didn't know how to speak.

And seeing, Shen Xun's death day is approaching.

Although Shen Boyan was not a religious believer, he still had an attitude of preferring to believe it or not, so he never brought up the matter of Shen Xun's death with Mo Chang'an at all.

And it never occurred to her that she would remember this matter.

This morning, he got up early.

When Mo Changan woke up, he saw Shen Boyan standing in front of the closet changing clothes. He had already put on a black suit, a white shirt inside, and even a black tie.

Looking solemn and solemn, she frowned slightly, just about to speak.

Shen Boyan had already turned his head and saw that she was awake, so he said, "Go to work obediently at the company today, I have something to do, I'll come pick you up for lunch at noon."

The distance between the two had already been shortened a lot, and their words were also very harmonious. Hearing what he said, Mo Changan couldn't help frowning slightly.

To ask, or not to ask, that is the question.

But in the end, he still didn't mention it, and went out with Shen Boyan after breakfast.

The cars parted ways on the road at the gate of the community.

Mo Changan glanced at the car where Shen Boyan left in a hurry, then turned around and told the driver, "Go to the Hibiscus Sang Flower House."

She still planned to go to the cemetery, even if she didn't let Shen Boyan know, she still had to go, after all...

I thought of the man who once hugged himself and said with a smile, "Chang'an, grow up quickly, and when you grow up, you can marry Brother Boyan as your wife".

She thought that she had finally grown up as he said, and had married Shen Boyan. No matter what, it was necessary to visit him on this special day and tell him the news.

As for Shen Boyan, he ordered the driver as soon as he got in the car, "Go to the cemetery, where is Madam?"

The driver, Old Chen, was Shen's old driver, so he naturally knew what day it was, so he was also dressed in a solemn black suit, and even his tie was black.

"Ma'am is ready, and I'm on my way to the cemetery now. Master...he still doesn't want to come." The driver, Old Chen, said in a deep voice. After all, it's a sad thing for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person. In the past 21 years, Shen Changgong has never been to the cemetery once.

Old Chen couldn't help asking, "Master, are you okay? This day..."

After all, even now, Old Chen still remembers that at Shen Xun's memorial service, the seven-year-old young master just knelt in front of the coffin for three days and three nights without speaking, just knelt there silently, which made people Distressed.

And Shen Boyan raised his eyebrows slightly, "There's nothing wrong, it's not just something happened, it's been 21 years, everything has faded away."

The driver, Lao Chen, was inconvenient to say anything else, and drove in silence all the way. The car drove steadily onto the viaduct and headed towards the suburban cemetery.

When he arrived, Yin Qingmu was already waiting at the gate of the cemetery. Shen's driver was standing beside him, holding a big environmental protection bag in his hand, which contained some fragrant paper candles and some offerings. Holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.

Seeing Shen Boyan getting off the car, Yin Qingmu had a sad expression on his face, and walked towards him.

"Son." She called out, and there was already a little crying in her voice.

Shen Boyan reached out and hugged his mother.

There were some tears in Yin Qingmu's eyes, and then seeing him coming alone, his eyes flashed, as if there was a flash of joy, but Shen Boyan didn't notice it.

Yin Qingmu asked, "Didn't Mo Changan come?"

"She's pregnant, and it's hard to get over this kind of thing, so I didn't tell her." After Shen Boyan said something lightly, he took the bouquet and the bag containing the scented paper candles from the driver.

Yin Qingmu nodded, "That's right. Then let's go, your father should be waiting."

Shen Boyan responded, then turned his head and said to the driver, "Go back, leave me a car, and I will drive away by myself later."

After old Chen respectfully handed over the car keys to Shen Boyan, he got into the car that Yin Qingmu was sitting in, and the car left quickly.

This is the best cemetery in the city. The price of an ordinary cemetery is almost equal to the down payment of a house, like Shen Xun's, with a marble platform, and the vegetation is carefully taken care of regularly. The evergreen pines are all neatly trimmed, and the marble platform is spotlessly clean.

With such a location, the price is even comparable to the price of a house.

Just, so what?Everyone is gone, and everything else is outside the body...

In front of the tomb, there is a smooth and clean marble platform, and the tombstone is also white granite.

The black characters are inscribed, old father, Shen Xun.After that is the date of birth and death.

Just in front of the tombstone, a clean bouquet of white chrysanthemums and lilies was quietly placed there, very fresh, even with dew, obviously someone came first.

Shen Boyan frowned slightly, looking at the bunch of white chrysanthemums and lilies, "Who has been here?"

Mo Chang'an's small face involuntarily popped up in his mind, could it be this woman?

Yin Qingmu shook his head, "I don't know."

While talking, he took flowers and put them on the altar, and then put out incense paper candles and sacrifices.

"Xun, it's been 20 years since you left, and your son has grown up, married and started a business, and he's going to be a father too. If you know, you should be at ease, right?" Yin Qingmu lit the incense stick and said softly , with some pathetic desolation in his tone.

Shen Boyan just took the incense, lit three sticks, bent his knees, and knelt down in front of the stele. The man had gold under his knees, kneeling on his knees, kneeling on his parents, kneeling on his teacher.

I'm afraid the sky will fall, and he won't kneel down, but in front of his father's monument, he just knelt down without hesitation.After respectfully worshiping three times, he inserted the incense into the hole in front of the stele.

It's just that he never said a word.

After Yin Qingmu burned the incense paper, he stood up, sighed softly, looked down at Shen Boyan, then slightly pursed his lips, his eyes flashed with some deep meaning, and then said softly, "Son, I'm going to the bathroom, you can talk to your dad here."

Shen Boyan nodded, but the graves in this cemetery are all on the hillside, and the restrooms are in the service area at the foot of the hill, so he told Yin Qingmu, "Then you be careful."

Yin Qingmu smiled slightly, walked to the steps and went down the steps, and then a limping figure came up to meet him.

Only then did Yin Qingmu whisper, "Bo Yan is up there alone now, I won't come up, you can go up by yourself."

She raised her eyes, with a slight smile in her eyes, "Thank you, Auntie."