Chapter 768 - His Mom Was Here 2
Mo Yixuan led Yuanyuan forward. He walked very slowly, every step so tough.
Sunlight shone through the clouds, sprinkling a golden layer on the ground. But no matter how strong the sunshine was, it couldn’t warm up the bleakest and coldest place.
Yuanyuan was led by his father. He bit his lip, casting a look from time to time at the graves and tombstones on both sides.
Several hundred graves could be beheld here at one glance. There was only this pair of father and son coming.
The cemetery was very quiet except for the occasional bird calls.
Mo Yixuan finally stopped in front of a tomb on the right.
Then he slowly squatted down and laid the bunch of chrysanthemums he brought in front of the grave.
“Yuanyuan…” He turned to look at his son.
Yuanyuan, however, let out a cry at this moment. He wiped his eyes with both hands. Little as he was, it seemed that he could not accept such a result out of nowhere at once.
He came with the happy mood of seeing his mom, having no idea his her mother was dead.
“Woo…” The more he cried, the more he upset he was.
Mo Yixuan blew his nose a little. In the sunlight, tears glistened in his eye corners. He pulled Yuanyuan into his arms and patted the child on the back.
“Yuanyuan, I’m sorry, dad lied to you.” Mo Yixuan said sorry again.
He was not only sorry for his ex-wife, but also for Yuanyuan, because it was he who caused his child to lose his mom.
If it hadn’t been for his betrayal, the three of them would be living happily together now.
He started the entire chain of events. He was the one to blame.
Yuanyuan just wiped his eyes while crying. He didn’t pay attention to what his father said. He cried loudly, the sound of which even filled the whole cemetery.
“Yuanyuan…” Mo Yixuan held Yuanyuan in his arms sympathetically. At this time, he also cried, the kind of silent crying, only with tears constantly falling down his pale cheeks.
“Yuanyuan, do not cry anymore. If you cry, your mother will be sad.” Mo Yixuan comforted him while patting his back. Then he took out a pack of paper tissue from his pocket and pulled out one piece to wipe away the tears around Yuanyuan’s eye corners.
He comforted his child, but no one was there to comfort him.
At this time, Yuanyuan blew his nose vigorously and stopped crying loudly, but there were still more and more tears surging in his eyes.
He looked at the grave and the gravestone in front of him. There was a small black-and-white photo on the tombstone, which was his mother, the mother in his memory.
He still had some impression of his mother. Although he was very little when she left, he indeed still remembered her look.
“Mom…” Yuanyuan called at the black-and-white photo.
Mo Yixuan again pulled out several more paper tissues. He took two steps forward and squatted down again, reaching out his hand to wipe the dust on the tombstone.
Actually, there was not much dust, because he had been here a short while ago.
“Yuanyuan…” He looked back at Yuanyuan and said, “Don’t you have something to give to your mother?”
Yuanyuan nodded. Because of crying, his face was red, and so were his eyes.
He opened his small school bag he carried with him and took out the picture he drew yesterday.
It took him more than an hour to complete it. In the picture, mom and dad held his hands, walking by a small river.
In the picture, he was a very happy child. The mother in the picture smiled sweetly and held his little hand tightly.