Feng Rong and Baili Mengyan came to the cemetery together and prepared to take care of Feng Rong's mother's tomb, who had never been worshipped for ten years. However, they found that there was a bouquet of fresh flowers lying in front of the tombstone, which was a beautiful bouquet of white mountain tea.

The flower language of Baishan Tea is - please don’t trample on my love.

Feng Rong's mother has the most passionate and paranoid love in the world. Unfortunately, Feng Rong's biological father trampled on this relationship and continued the tragedy to Feng Rong. He could not be a father well. Baili Mengyan was another tragedy he created.

Feng Rong looked at the bouquet of camellia and his face changed slightly, "Who gave this flower?!"

Baili Mengyan originally thought it was a bit strange. Now it is not the season for tomb sweeping, so why is there a bouquet of flowers? But after hearing Feng Rong said this, he asked in confusion: "Is your mother's relative who came to sweep the tomb?"

Feng Rong shook her head confidently, "It is impossible, except for me, all her relatives have passed away."

Baili Mengyan said again: "Can they be friends?"

Feng Rong smiled bitterly, "I have been with her for eighteen years and have never seen her have friends." Everyone thought that they were monsters.

Baili Mengyan looked at the bare tombstone without even a photo, and there was not even a name on it, only the word "Tomb of the Mother of the Grandmother". It was a bit difficult for him to imagine what kind of person Feng Rong's mother would be. After all, he was so cold and not good at communicating, and there were a few friends around him.

——How could anyone live so lonely and have a bad relationship with his only son?

Feng Rong circled around the tomb for several times, and the expression on his face became increasingly confused. "It doesn't seem like the wrong delivery. The flowers are still fresh. They should have been placed here this morning, and the cemetery has been rested. However, I called the cemetery staff before coming. They said they had sorted it out in January this year and had not moved it recently, so I came here with tools." He also bought some weeding tools.

Baili Mengyan suddenly became a little alert and looked around for a while, but did not find that there were anyone else besides them.

There is still a bleak spring breeze in March, and the sunlight in the sky is abundant. The weeds on the ground only have a short green color. The surrounding plants are not dense, unlike the terrain that can hide the sneak attackers.

Feng Rong took out the disposable gloves and picked up the bunch of white mountain tea to check it out. He didn't see anything strange. He hesitated and said, "Maybe he is really my mother's relatives and friends, but I just don't know? Although I think no one except me should know that she is my mother."

As for his grandparents who had been angry to death by his life, the An clan was already a small population, and he was the last tribe in the world. Feng Rong had never seen his mother interact with anyone, but it might be that he did not notice it.

Baili Mengyan's face was not very good-looking, "Can it be... it's him?"

Feng Rong looked at him, and then his face also darkened, "Impossible, the Baili patriarch said that he would not let this secret be exposed. The Baili clan has declined, and he dare not offend me."

Since he was not the scumbag father who abandoned Feng Rong and regarded Baili Mengyan as an ominous person and sent him into the monster's mouth, Baili Mengyan could not think of anyone else.

And, why is Baihe tea? What does this bouquet of flowers mean?

"Forget it, no matter what, it will naturally be exposed when it should be exposed, otherwise it will be useless for us to guess hard," Feng Rong has now infected Lin Yingkong's optimism. He is no longer always worried like before, and puts everything in his heart. "Since someone has helped to take care of it, we don't have to work hard."

"Yeah." Baili Mengyan saw that Feng Rong didn't care, so she didn't say anything. Anyway, he had no good feelings for Feng Rong's mother. A mother who abused her son was actually no different from their scumbag father.

Baili Mengyan helped Feng Rong arrange things like paper money, incense, candles, and there was no intention of worshiping this woman. She just walked around the neighborhood, leaving the space for the mother and son who had a distorted relationship.

After Baili Mengyan left, the cemetery immediately became extremely quiet. The sound of the wind blowing through the branches and leaves gently penetrated into his ears. The noise between the world seemed to be separated by a layer of film and became extremely distant.

Feng Rong squatted in front of the tomb silently and burned paper money for a while, and for a while, he didn't know what he felt in his heart.

The woman lying in the grave has been too long since his life, but the impact she brought about has remained as if she never faded. No matter how many treatments Tao Youjing has taken for Feng Rong, Tao Youjing will always tell Feng Rong that he cannot completely cure Feng Rong's mental illness, and can only ensure that he can restore his state to a normal life.

Perhaps, this is also an alternative inheritance.

Feng Rong seemed to see the woman lying on the hospital bed again, and the bloody sunset slowly fell from behind her. The woman's pale face, which was dyed red by the sunset, seemed to seep out a thin piece of blood.

He could never understand this woman's love, but in fact his feelings were as stubborn as the other party. Whether it was doing everything in the first place just to win a maternal love, or later grasping Baili Mengyan's straw, this woman used her personal experience to pass on that paranoia to Feng Rong. Feng Rong can no longer place his feelings on Lin Yingkong, but unless Lin Yingkong did something, please let him give up, it would be difficult for Feng Rong to imagine that he would have a day of change of heart and empathy.

In the usual sense, such a personality is good news for the partner, and it is a disaster for the person involved. After all, it is easy to love someone, but how can it be so simple to love each other? Deep love does not last long. These four words have already mentioned the vulgarity. Feng Rong is only grateful that he could meet Lin Yingkong.

After burning all the paper money he brought, Feng Rong sat on the clean stone steps in front of the tomb, his eyes were slightly red by the fire and paper ashes. He was in a calm mood, but there was also a strangeness that was inexplicable.

Ten years ago, his mother said that she was waiting for him in hell, but Feng Rong has now found a little prince in hell as a partner. Although he cannot check the life and death book for personal gain, as the minister of the Spiritual Law Enforcement Department, he has never sensed the woman connected to the bloodline, which means that the other party has been reincarnated and cannot wait in hell to see how miserable his life is.

In fact, after this woman died, although his life was tortuous, he encountered countless opportunities and everything was getting better. No matter how painful the past he had had with Baili Mengyan, it is undeniable that Baili Mengyan also brought him a new life, which was the cornerstone of his ability to firmly sit in the position of Minister of Ling Security. Later, he met Bai Congqiu, Jiu Tianyu, the General Office Field Team and others. Not to mention, everyone is the backing for him to survive in those depressed years.

Feng Rong couldn't help but wonder, if he had provocatively told the tombstone that he was actually doing well, would his mother be so angry that she turned into a ghost to come to him?

Well, in fact, she has been reincarnated and can’t become a ghost.

Thinking of this, Feng Rong couldn't help but chuckled, but he didn't seem to be happy or unhappy.

For more than twenty years, he was indeed like a drama. He was as humble as he was, and later he was glorious as he had lived, and his life was so miserable that he would be compensated for how much happiness he would be. If he calculated it carefully, God did not treat him unfairly, unlike his mother, who did not even know the name of the man he had loved for the rest of his life until his death.

Feng Rong had no intention of avenging her. That was the matter of the previous generation and the woman's own choice. Just like Feng Rong was so persistent in Baili Mengyan, he never thought of hating the other party and leaving him alone and letting him be in dire straits.

Love is so unreasonable. You love it in pain and the other person has no serious sin. Who can't let it go?

Feng Rong sat in front of the tombstone for more than half an hour, and even scraped his stomach and didn't expect to say anything to his mother, saying that he was living now, the other party didn't like to listen to it, and that he resented the other party, that's not the case, or did he actually have something bad to live? That's even more unnecessary.

In the end, Feng Rong just poured a bottle of wine on the ground and whispered, "Although I don't know what kind of person you have become in this life, I hope..." He paused for a while, and then said, "I hope you can become a loving person, so that everyone can love you, and you don't need to love anyone anymore."

If love brings you pain, then I look forward to you becoming a person who never needs love again.

That kind of paranoid feeling like a moth to the fire is too bloody and painful. Once in several lifetimes, it is enough.

After saying that, Feng Rong stood up and stared at the tombstone, with a complex look, and finally came to peace.

He thought that he might not bring Lin Yingkong here, nor would he come back.

Because there is no need, no matter whether he is good or bad, his mother has no intention to see her. She only cares about one person for the rest of her life, that is the man she loves with her life. It’s a pity that her feelings are not human and she will not end up in a good end.

Feng Rong thought, he would think carefully about how to coax the angry Lin Yingkong, and then think about how to repair his relationship with Baili Mengyan, or have a date for the bachelors in the field team of the General Office. As for their mother-son relationship...

Feng Rong packed up the things on the ground, turned around, and took a step, leaving behind the tombstone behind him, the bouquet of white daisies and camellia behind him.

Everything actually ended ten years ago, and death is always the end of all love and hate.

Baili Mengyan stood next to the car outside the cemetery, lit a cigarette and smoking. There were a few cigarette butts at his feet. The smoke that was sucking and smudged his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Feng Rong put the thing in his trunk and looked at him in a little surprised, "When did you learn to smoke?"

He remembered that Baili Mengyan knew a little, but he was not skilled and hadn't seen anyone in three to five years. His current movements seemed to have turned into an old smoke gun.

Baili Mengyan thought for a while, "In the past two years, Qianxu looks very good when smoking. I want to try what that feels like."

He was very calm when he said this, and he had a calm feeling after experiencing the world. As Feng Rong looked at it, he suddenly realized that the child who had a clear distinction between love and hate but did not understand love and hate had become mature - just like him.

Feng Rong smiled slightly, and the calmness in his eyes finally turned into relief. He stretched out his hand towards Baili Mengyan and said, "Give me one too."

Baili Mengyan blinked and handed him the cigarette case and lighter.

The two brothers rely on luxury cars worth tens of millions to smoke cigarettes next to the cemetery.

The smoke floats upwards, and in the sky, there are white clouds, blue sky, and the years are quiet.
Chapter completed!