208: C208 His Mother

C208 His Mother

Ever since he left the old mansion of Fenng family, Fenng Yan had been in a bad mood. Although he didn't say anything, Ye Han felt that something was wrong because he didn't say anything.

Fenng Yan drove on the road aimlessly. He did not know where he was going. Because it was evening and the sky was not dark yet. Although there weren't many cars on the road, it wasn't a small number either. Fenng Yan stepped on the accelerator hard. The speed of the car increased to over a hundred, and the speed of the car was extremely outstanding in the slow flow of cars.

Ye Han sat on the passenger seat with fear in her heart, looking at the stream of cars whistling past her.

"Red light! Fenng Yan, stop the car!"

She was about to hit the car in front of her. Ye Han cried out involuntarily. Just as she was one step away from the car in front of her, Fenng Yan suddenly stepped on the brakes. Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of tires rubbing against the road, their car suddenly stopped and stopped at a place that was one punch away from the car in front of them.

Ye Han was thrown forward by the inertia of the car and was pulled back to her seat by the seatbelt. She looked at the car in front of her and felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

But at this moment, what worried her the most was not this matter, but the current condition of Fenng Yan. Ye Han looked at the red light in front of her. There were still 70 seconds left. She unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over towards Fenng Yan.

Ye Han reached out her hand to pinch Fenng Yan's face, forcing him to look at her. Her eyes were very gentle, and her body also gave off a gentle aura.

"Fenng Yan, look at me. I am very worried about you. "

Fenng Yan's face was held by her hand, and she turned her head. He met Ye Han's tender and loving eyes. He felt that the string in his heart that had been tightened just now had been broken.

His face suddenly revealed a painful expression, and his eyes were filled with hatred. Fenng Yan raised his hand and held Ye Han tightly in his arms, murmuring in a low voice.

"They actually came back, how dare they! How dare they come back. . . "

Ye Han looked at the painful Fenng Yan and felt his uneasiness and hatred. She felt as if her heart had been pinched by something. She was so sad that she could not breathe. She took a deep breath and stretched out her hands to hug Fenng Yan. Her two hands kept caressing his back.

"Don't be afraid. I have always been by your side. "

Fenng Yan heard Ye Han's gentle words and was about to say something when the beeping sound of the car behind woke him up. He turned around to look at the green light that had already lit up and let go of Ye Han who was in his arms.

The car started to drive again, but Fenng Yan was not as tense as before. Ye Han put on her seatbelt and heaved a sigh of relief. Before she could do anything else, she heard Fenng Yan's words.

"Come with me to a place. "

The car drove smoothly for a while and soon arrived at a place.

After parking the car, Fenng Yan took the lead to get out of the car and walk to a flower shop on the left side of the road. Ye Han looked at Fenng Yan's back and was a little puzzled, but she still got out of the car and followed Fenng Yan into the flower shop.

When Ye Han went in, Fenng Yan was talking to the lady boss of the flower shop.

"Please help me pack a bunch of white chrysanthemums. Thank you. "

White chrysanthemums? When Ye Han heard Fenng Yan's words, she was a little confused. Why did he want to buy white chrysanthemums? But very quickly, Ye Han seemed to understand something. She looked at Fenng Yan's side profile and vaguely felt that she seemed to know where Fenng Yan was going to take her.

When Fenng Yan and Ye Han finished buying the flowers, the sky had already darkened. The orange sunset hung in the horizon, as if it was about to fall. Fenng Yan still did not say anything. He solemnly placed the white chrysanthemum on the back seat, and then drove to the cemetery in the suburbs.

When the car drove to the cemetery, the sky was already dark. The gray sky covered the entire cemetery, and it was very depressing.

Fenng Yan took out a bouquet of flowers from the back seat of the car and hugged it in his arms. He held Ye Han's hand with the other hand and walked towards the depths of the cemetery. After the two of them walked for a while, Ye Han saw a tomb surrounded by a white wooden fence in the distance. She held Fenng Yan's hand tightly and followed him without making a sound.

In just a few steps, Fenng Yan and Ye Han arrived in front of the tomb. Fenng Yan let go of Ye Han's hand and looked at the photo on the tombstone. There was a trace of undetectable longing and weakness in his eyes.

Ye Han followed his gaze and looked over. In the picture was a very beautiful woman. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. Her eyes were filled with gentleness. Below the picture was a line of words, "Tomb of Shen Yuzhu. "

A slight breeze blew over, and the leaves not far away made rustling sounds as they collided with each other. There was no one else in the cemetery at the moment. Only Fenng Yan and Ye Han were there.

Fenng Yan looked at the picture of his mother. He gently placed the bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone. He knelt on the ground and gently touched the picture on the tombstone.

"Mom, I'm here to see you. "

Ye Han looked at the sad Fenng Yan and also knelt beside him. She did not know how to comfort Fenng Yan at this moment, but she could also feel the strong sadness in Fenng Yan.1

"Mom, this is Ye Han, my wife. You haven't seen her yet, have you? I brought her to see you today. "

Fenng Yan looked at Ye Han who was kneeling beside him. There was a slight change in his expression. He introduced the person beside him to his mother in the photo, then turned his head to look at Ye Han and said in a low voice.

"Ye Han, this is my mother. "

Before Ye Han could say anything, Fenng Yan seemed to be immersed in his memory. He looked at the tombstone without any focus and talked about the past in a low voice.

"I grew up with my mother. She's really a very, very good person, but. . . "

As if recalling something unpleasant, Fenng Yan frowned, and a hint of pain appeared on his face. But very quickly, his brows relaxed again, and his expression gradually relaxed.

"When I was young, I didn't like to eat. She always changed ways to make delicious food for me. Whenever I eat one more bite, she will be very happy. She also plays the piano very well. Every time I hear her play the piano, I always make her want to learn. Every time at this time, she will take me to the attic to teach me how to play the piano. At that time, I was always very naughty. I didn't want to sleep at night, so she couldn't sleep well either. But she had never been impatient. She always sang a lullaby very gently for me to hear. She will only go to sleep after I fall asleep. . . "

Fenng Yan talked about the story of the past, and at this moment, he had completely relaxed. He thought of the warmth his mother had when she was still there. He felt as if he was still bathing in the warmth she had given him.

Ye Han looked at his expression and listened to him talk about things one after another. Her heart felt dull pain. Her Fenng Yan had experienced such a painful thing since he was young, but he had never said a word of pain. He would always persist like this, always thinking of the warmth of the past in his memories.

Hearing Fenng Yan's description, Ye Han seemed to really see those scenes. Her face unconsciously revealed a gentle smile. She thought that Mrs. Fenng must be a very, very, very gentle person.

Because only such a gentle person could make people feel love and tenderness even though she was no longer by her side.

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