"The baby just drank milk, Aunt Lin, come and pat it." Wen Shaoqing immediately changed the subject.

Then he walked towards Lin Nianchu: "How are your feet? Let me take a look!"

"No need." Lin Nianchu was embarrassed: "I took the medicine and applied it for a few days and it will be fine."

"Well, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me and I will take you to the hospital at any time."

"good."

The day after tomorrow is the old lady’s death anniversary.

Although his foot injury had not yet recovered, Lin Nianchu went to Shang Chuyao early in the morning and proposed to join him.

Shang Chuyao looked at her legs and was particularly worried: "Sister Niannian, why don't you go and just wait and see."

"It doesn't hurt anymore. It's just that it doesn't look good when we walk. Let's go together. Only in this way can we be sincere."

Seeing that she was very insistent, Shang Chuyao didn't say anything.

When the two arrived, the tombstone was empty.

Shang Chuyao curled his lips: "I told you, he will never remember that he is a heartless person!"

"After so many years, even if he comes once, I will feel better. Sister Niannian, do you think my mother would be so sad if Izumi knew about it?"

Lin Nianchu put down the chrysanthemum in his hand, then reached out and patted Shang Chuyao on the shoulder: "There are some things that we cannot see with our naked eyes, because it is easy to make mistakes."

"Then what should I use to read it?"

"Careful!"

Shang Chuyao: "It's useless to use your heart. After all, not everyone has a heart."

"Then do you want to verify it today?"

"What do you mean?" Shang Chuyao looked at Lin Nianchu with confusion.

"You'll know soon."

After the sacrifice, the two of them walked down the mountain.

The weather was pretty good when we arrived, but it started to drizzle when we went down the mountain.

Lin Nianchu's hand was already injured. Shang Chuyao was afraid that she would slip, so he kept holding her arm tightly.

After getting in the car, Lin Nianchu said: "Chu Yao, my feet hurt a little. Please drive the car to the side and let's rest for a while!"

Shang Chuyao looked down and saw that her ankle was indeed red and swollen, so he immediately nodded in agreement.

The two rested for about half an hour. Looking down the mountain through the layers of woods, they could see a familiar car approaching at a steady speed on the winding mountain road.

"Sister Niannian, how do you feel? How about we go to the hospital to have a look!" Shang Chuyao asked.

"It's much better after I sprayed it with medicine."

"Then let's go back first!"

"No rush, just wait a few minutes!" Lin Nianchu said.

After the words fell for a while, from their perspective, they saw Wen Shaoqing's car slowly approaching.

Lin Nianchu raised his head and signaled: "Chu Yao, you should know this car, see for yourself."

Shang Chuyao rubbed his eyes, completely unwilling to believe what he saw.

He stiffened his mouth and did not dare to admit: "Sister Niannian, you are overthinking, how could it be him? Maybe I just sent someone to send a bouquet of flowers to pass it off."

He didn't believe that that person would come in person.

Soon, the car door opened and Zhou Chen's figure came down.

When Shang Chuyao saw it, he immediately said, "I knew he wouldn't come."

However, the next moment, Wen Shaoqing walked out of the car holding an umbrella.

Shang Chuyao was shocked: "Why did he come? Sister Niannian, you already knew?"

"I only knew it a day or two before you. Zhou Chen told me, because it's Zhou Chen who comes here with your brother at this time of year."

"I don't believe it!"

"Don't worry, we can continue watching."

After getting off the car, Wen Shaoqing handed the umbrella in his hand to Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen held an umbrella for him, while Wen Shaoqing opened the trunk of the car, and then took out bouquets of flowers from inside.

Lin Nianchu counted, there were about seven or eight handfuls.

There are many kinds of flowers, such as roses, lilies, tulips, sunflowers...

Every bunch, Wen Shaoqing

Hold her tightly in your arms.

The umbrella in Zhou Chen's hand was held on a flower.

Because Wen Shaoqing said: "He can be exposed to the rain, but flowers cannot."

Shang Chuyao's heart softened when he looked at Wen Shaoqing holding handfuls of flowers, because these were all his mother's favorite flowers.

My mother's biggest hobby during her lifetime was growing flowers, and she spent almost one-third of her day in the garden.

She said that as soon as she saw those beautiful flowers, it was like all her worries were gone.

He always thought that only he knew this.

Unexpectedly, Wen Shaoqing actually remembered.

Wen Shaoqing and Zhou Chen had been up there for a long time, and the sky began to thunder, and then the wind began to roar.

"It's going to rain!" Lin Nianchu said, "How about we go back first."

This time, the person who was not calm was Shang Chuyao: "Wait a moment."

Soon, within a few minutes, the downpour began to pour down mercilessly, washing the car body crazily. The wipers could not even cover the front window because the rain was so heavy.

In the haze of heavy rain, gradually, I finally saw the silhouette of a human being.

"They seem to be coming down." Lin Nianchu shouted.

Then, when I walked in, I found that there was only one person, Zhou Chen.

"It seems that Shaoqing hasn't come down yet. It's very dangerous on the mountain with such heavy rain. No, I'll give Shaoqing a..." phone call.

Before Lin Nianchu finished speaking, Shang Chuyao had already opened the car door and rushed out quickly.

He walked forward and grabbed Zhou Chen's collar: "Where is he? Why are you the only one coming down?"

"Second Young Master, you...why are you here?" Zhou Chen was extremely surprised.

"Where is the other person? How did you become an assistant? It's raining so heavily and you left him alone on the mountain. Do you know how dangerous it is?"

Zhou Chen wiped the rain off his face and tried his best to explain: "I'm sorry, Second Young Master, Mr. Wen insisted, but I couldn't persuade him, so I had to come down first to get the raincoat."

"What are you doing with a raincoat? What can a raincoat do? Just get someone else off!"

Zhou Chen could only apologize non-stop: "I'm sorry, Second Young Master, I really tried my best. At this time every year, Mr. Wen will stay here until dark before leaving!"

Shang Chuyao was so angry that he punched him with his rain-stained hand: "Are you still lying to me? Except this year, when has he been here before?"

The corner of Zhou Chen's mouth where he was beaten immediately started to bleed, but he didn't wipe it and let the rain hit him.

"Second Young Master, I have the conscience of heaven and earth. Everything I say is true, and not a single one of it is a lie to you."

"On the anniversary of Madam's death, Mr. Wen comes every year, but he only comes after you have left, and he always brings a lot of flowers."

"In the past, when the weather was nice, Mr. Wen would always move up and down the mountain several times by himself, until all the flowers were piled up at Madam's place. Moreover, Mr. Wen would move it himself every time without letting anyone help."

"It rained today, so Mr. Wen brought less. The umbrella I brought was also to protect the flowers that Madam likes. Mr. Wen couldn't bear to let those flowers get a little rain."

Shang Chuyao still didn't believe it: "You still make up lies for him? How come I haven't seen him even once in all these years?"

"Second Young Master, that's because Mr. Wen deliberately avoids you!" Zhou Chen said earnestly.
Chapter completed!