What should come, it's still coming after all.

Qiao Sinian was very calm that day, with a face that was not as mature as her age.

He did not cry during the whole process, but was as calm as a pond of lake water without turmoil.

He was very calm and calmly finished Qin Qing's funeral. His fourteen-year-old shoulders held up an extremely heavy burden.

It was also at that time that Qiao Tianyou finally came over.

When he saw Qin Qing for the last time, he said nothing, and came and went in a hurry.

Qiao Sinian did not call him "father" again.

Qin Shien also came. He kept blaming him for not paying attention to his mother, not taking good care of him, and gradually alienating him.

In addition, he is Qiao Tianyou's son, and Qiao Tianyou's blood is bleeding, so Qin Shien has become less and less fond of him.

In this way, in a short period of time, Qiao Sinian betrayed his relatives and had nothing.

The tender shoulders carry all the burdens.

Every late at night, he would be overwhelmed.

He also began to become taciturn and did not like to speak.

Not a few months later, he met Ye Jiaqi.

The eight-year-old girl looked like a dazzling light, illuminating his gloomy life.

He has no father or mother, so does she.

This sudden fate was like a quiet spring night, suddenly raining, entangled and endless...

Meng Chen worshipped his father and walked to Qiao Sinian's side.

The dense tombstones in the cemetery looked shocking.

Meng Chen knew that Qiao Sinian was very depressed, and so was he.

But this accident has no possibility of reverse. If it happens, it will happen.

No one has the ability to turn back time.

"Mr. Qiao, it's very hot outside, go back." Meng Chen sighed. Qiao Sinian had been standing here for half an hour.

Qiao Sinian was silent and silent.

The eyes are deep colors, no light is seen, and there is more restraint and deepness on the cold face.

Meng Chen didn't know what Qiao Sinian was thinking, and Qiao Sinian has always been very secretive about these things.

The sunlight shone directly, and a light golden color was plated on Qiao Sinian's face.

"Master Qiao, you are here, why didn't you notify me?" At this moment, Butler Tang walked over from the house not far from the cemetery.

Butler Tang is much older.

There are more white hair and more wrinkles.

Meng Chen stepped forward and greeted: "Butler Tang."

"Hey, why didn't I notify me? I'm ready."

"Just come and have a walk." Meng Chen lowered his voice.

It's very quiet here, and no one dares to speak loudly.

Butler Tang sighed and his eyes also fell on Qin Qing's tombstone.

She served Qin Qing for many years, and even because Qin Qing treated her with great kindness, she never got married and stayed in Qiao's house.

Now, she is still accompanying Qin Qing in the cemetery.

When the wind blows, the green grass trembles, and the air is filled with sadness.

"Master Qiao, do you miss your mother? If you want to, come here for a walk. I had a dream a few days ago, dreaming that the lady said she missed you very much. Master Qiao, if you have time, come and accompany your mother." Butler Tang sighed.

"Yes." Qiao Sinian responded.

He was raised by his mother, and he had a different relationship with Qin Qing.

Deep, strong.

Even after so many years, this relationship is still very strong and has not faded away with the passage of time.

"Mr. Qiao, it's hot outside. I'll pour you a glass of water." Mr. Tang said.

"No, I'll leave if I stand." Qiao Sinian refused lightly.

Just suddenly I wanted to see Qin Qing, and he came.
Chapter completed!