Chapter 772: I Must Be Happy in My Next Life

"Yuanyuan, give the painting to daddy." Mo Yixuan stretched out a hand, which was trembling at this time.

Yuanyuan didn't understand, he bit his lip, seemed a little hesitant, but he still gave the painting to his father.

Mo Yixuan took it.

Soon the scenes in the painting appeared clearly in front of his eyes.

He closed his eyes suddenly, as if stimulated by the scene in the painting. When he opened them again, his eyes were red and bloodshot.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He said sorry several times in a row.

Such sorry has no meaning, but what else can he say except sorry.

(Yanyan, if there is an afterlife, you must be well. You must live happily.)

He said silently to the tombstone.

In this life, because of meeting him, she suffered a lot of setbacks and pains, and died at the age of 27. He was the disaster star of her life, and all her misfortunes came from him. If there is an afterlife, he only hopes that she will be well, live a hundred years, and have many children and grandchildren. There can be a man who loves her better than him and loves her forever, so that she will have no worries and happiness in her life.

(I will take good care of and cultivate Yuanyuan.)

Mo Yixuan said another sentence, and his face became paler after he finished speaking.

He held the painting tightly in his hand. He paused for a while, then he took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it.

Soon the painting turned into some black ash.

Yuanyuan didn't know why her father wanted to burn his painting. He walked over and pulled his father's clothes hard.

Mo Yixuan smiled bitterly and reached out to pat Yuanyuan's head.

"Yuanyuan, only if you burn it, your mother can see it." He said in a deep voice.

In fact, he knew that she couldn't see it. When a person dies, he is dead, and when he dies, there is nothing.

Whether it is burning paper money or burning paper houses, it is just a way for the living to commemorate the dead. But he still did it even though he knew it was useless.

Yuanyuan looked up at his father in confusion.

"Can my mother really see it?" He asked doubtfully.

Mo Yixuan smiled bitterly and nodded.

"Mom can see it, and mom will become a star in the sky. She will bless Yuanyuan and watch Yuanyuan grow up."

Mo Yixuan didn't know why he said such words. But apart from saying this, he didn't know what to say. He knew that this was all nonsense, and he also knew that Yuanyuan would not believe it when she grew up.

Yuanyuan seemed to understand and nodded.

"Okay, Yuanyuan..." Mo Yixuan took two steps back, and then he took Yuanyuan's hand again, "We are going back, we can't disturb mom for too long."

Yuanyuan hummed softly. The choked voice sounded particularly distressing.

He raised one of his hands, then shook it gently, and said to the grave: "Mom, I will come to see you later."

Mo Yixuan closed his eyes painfully, hiding the guilt and pain in his eyes that could not be dispelled.

(Yanyan, rest in peace, and be happy in your next life.)

In the sunlight, the figures of the father and son, one big and one small, were stretched very long. They gradually left the graveyard and the cemetery. From then on, little Yuanyuan never asked again, "When will mom come back?" or "Where is mom?"