Chapter 771: His Mother Is Here 2

Mo Yixuan led Yuanyuan forward, he walked very slowly, as if every step was so difficult.

The sun shone through the clouds, casting a golden glow here. But no matter how big the sun was, it couldn't make this cold place warm.

Yuanyuan was led by his father, he bit his lip, and his eyes looked at the graves and tombstones on both sides from time to time.

There were hundreds of graves here, but only they and their son came at this time.

The cemetery was very quiet, except for the occasional bird calls.

Mo Yixuan finally stopped in front of a grave on the right.

At this time, he slowly squatted down his tall body and placed the bouquet of chrysanthemums he brought in front of the grave.

"Yuanyuan..." He turned his head and looked at his son.

Yuanyuan cried "wow" at this time. He wiped his eyes with both hands, and the little boy seemed unable to accept such a sudden result all of a sudden.

He came with the mood of meeting his mother, he didn't know that his mother was dead.

"Woo..." Yuanyuan cried more and more sadly.

Mo Yixuan woke up and sniffed. In the sunlight, the tears in the corners of his eyes sparkled with crystal light. He pulled Yuanyuan into his arms and patted the child's back.

"Yuanyuan, I'm sorry, it was Dad who lied to you." Mo Yixuan said sorry again.

He was not only sorry to his former wife, but also to Yuanyuan, because it was he who made the child without a mother.

If it weren't for his betrayal, they would be living together as a family of three now.

He was the instigator.

Yuanyuan just cried and wiped his eyes. He didn't listen to what his father said at all. He cried so loudly that the cemetery was filled with the sound of his crying.

"Yuanyuan..." Mo Yixuan hugged Yuanyuan in his arms distressedly, and at this time he also cried, the kind of silent crying, only tears kept falling down his pale cheeks.

"Yuanyuan, don't cry, your mother will be sad if you cry." Mo Yixuan comforted the child while patting his back. Then he took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and took out one to wipe the tears from Yuanyuan's eyes.

He comforted his child, but no one comforted him.

Yuanyuan blew his nose hard at this time, and he stopped crying, but more tears continued to flow from his eyes.

He looked at a grave in front of him and the tombstone in front of the grave. There was a small black and white photo on the tombstone, and the photo was his mother, the mother in his memory.

He still had some impression of his mother. Although he was very young when his mother left, he still remembered what his mother looked like.

"Mom..." Yuanyuan shouted at the black and white photo.

Mo Yixuan took out a few more tissues, walked forward two steps, squatted down again, and then reached out to wipe some dust on the tombstone.

In fact, there was not much dust, because he had been here not long ago.

"Yuanyuan..." He looked back at Yuanyuan, "Don't you have something to give to your mother?"

Yuanyuan nodded, because of crying, his face was red, and his eyes were red.

He opened a small schoolbag he carried with him, and took out a painting he had drawn yesterday.

It took him more than an hour to finish it. The painting shows his parents holding his hand and walking by a small river.

He is an extremely happy child in the painting, and his mother is smiling sweetly and holding his little hand tightly.