Getting married by mistake: the president's sweet wife

After a hard journey, the group finally reached the top of the mountain.

After not coming back to see grandma for such a long time, Qin Shu had already envisioned a desolate scene where the grass was knee-deep.

But the ground under his feet showed traces of cleaning, and the tombstone not far away was also clean, standing under an ancient cloud pine.

This surprised her a little.

Apart from adoptive parents, grandma has no other relatives. Who else will come to visit her old man?

Qin Shu was still thinking, a figure walked past her, trembling towards the tombstone.

It's Mr. Shen... Qin Shu's expression changed, and his eyes were fixed on his back.

I saw him coming to the tombstone, slowly raising his hand, like stroking a beloved lover, carefully stroking the names engraved on it: Qin, Gu, Xiang.

Every gesture with his fingertips seemed to be filled with endless nostalgia and obsession.

"Dean Shen, this is..."

An Ruoqing looked at this scene in surprise, and turned to ask her daughter beside her.

Qin Shu nodded slightly to her, indicating that he would explain to his mother later.

An Ruoqing understood, she calmed down and didn't ask any more questions.

The others also saw the clue, and chose to remain silent, not to disturb Elder Shen.

With his back to the crowd, Shen Mu stood quietly in front of the tombstone. Scenes of past events were shown in his mind like slides, but finally, they turned into floating clouds in the sky, drifting away and dissipating.

When he came back to his senses, tears had already wet his cheeks.

He hastily raised his hand to wipe it, quickly sorted out his emotions, and then turned his head to look at everyone.

"Feel sorry......"

The old voice was choked with sobs.

Everyone seemed to see something, and shook their heads with a kind smile on their faces.

Qin Shu gave Chu Linchen a wink, and the latter understood, and immediately went forward with her and spread out the sacrificial supplies he brought.

Qin Shu handed the incense to Shen Mu, "Teacher, can you give grandma the first stick of incense?"

Shen Mu took half a step back, showing hesitation.

Chu Linchen knew what he was shrinking from, and persuaded him, "Mr. Shen, don't refuse. You are Grandma Qin's old friend. She should be very happy to see you here."

Shen Mu looked at the name on the tombstone, his eyes flickered, and finally he gritted his teeth and took the incense from Qin Shu's hand.

The others lined up behind Shen Mu and offered incense to Grandma Qin one by one.

Qin Shu is the last one.

When it was her turn, she held in her hand a handful of fragrant snowberries that she picked from nowhere.

Seeing this bunch of fresh and white flowers, Shen Mu's pupils trembled.

Qin Shu gently placed the flower in front of the tombstone, and said in a warm voice, "This is my grandmother's favorite flower during her lifetime. It symbolizes pure true feelings and longing for happiness."

After finishing speaking, she inserted the incense into the soil in front of her, and looked at the name on the tombstone, her eyes couldn't help getting moist.

"Grandma, I have found my biological parents, and I will have a wedding with Chu Linchen this month. I am doing well, how about you?"

She whispered what was in her heart, full of missing grandma.

How nice it would be if grandma was still alive...

The worship is over.

Everyone is ready to go back down the mountain.

No matter how much reluctance Qin Shu felt, he could only wait for the next time.

She suppressed the tears in her eyes, and raised An Ruoqing's arm: "Mom, let's go."

An Ruoqing gently shook her hand, her eyes were as gentle as water, "Yes."

Shen Mu walked at the back, different from the eagerness when he came, he seemed to slow down on purpose.

Looking back from time to time, looking at the Xiang Xuelan swaying in the wind, the voice of a girl like a silver bell echoed in my ears:

"Little brother, master asked us to gather herbs, how did you dig these flowers back?"

"Isn't today a special holiday? I saw a lot of flower sellers outside, so I bought some flowers to suit the occasion. Besides, who said mine is not medicine?"

"Really? This flower is so beautiful and can be used as medicine. What's its name?"

"Ah Xiang, if you like it so much, I'll give it to you. Remember, this one is called Xiang Xuelan."

"Is it the fragrant character of my name?"

"um, yes."