Stop! You're Just An Ex-husband

After nine hours, Mu Jingyang and hang YunRuo finally returned to hang YunRuo's hometown. Looking at the familiar environment, familiar scenery. Looking at strangers and strange buildings, hang YunRuo feels as if he is separated from the rest of the world.

"Come on, I'll take you back to the old house first. Put down your things and let's see my father again. " Hang YunRuo pulls Mu Jingyang slowly to the direction of the old house. The expression on his face is more or less unspeakable bitterness.

"Once I desperately wanted to leave this place. I don't want to come back all my life, because this place has many memories I don't want to remember. But now that I'm back here, I feel a sense of belonging. "

Hang YunRuo's hand is tightly held by Mu Jingyang. The feeling of coming back this time is very different from that of every time he comes back to worship his father. In the past, he always comes back with despair and bitterness. This time. A little more peace of mind.

"In the future, I will often accompany you back, and there will be children coming back with us." Mu Jingyang comforts hang YunRuo. Hang YunRuo nodded, and the two continued to walk in the direction of the old house.

About 15 minutes later. Hang YunRuo and Mu Jingyang are standing near the door of the old house of the hang family. The house, which has not been looked after for a long time, is particularly dilapidated.

Push open the creaking gate of the yard and you will see the yard full of weeds. Several mice were frightened by the sound and ran away. Hang YunRuo's eyes turned red again.

She remembered that she and her father were sitting at the door, and they were looking at the bright stars in the sky. Her father would tell them which is the Big Dipper. That's the star.

But now everything is gone, her eyes only this piece of desolation and dilapidation. Mu Jingyang comfortingly patted hang YunRuo on the shoulder. Directly took the key in hang YunRuo's hand. He opened the door and went in.

"Cough..." too long no one came into the room. Every place is covered with dust. Two people in the room looking for a long time, only to find a few rags and a broom, after a simple clean up, things are put away.

"Thank you! You have a rest first. I'll see if there's any water in the well. I'll give you some to taste! " If hang YunRuo puts down the dishcloth, he wants to fetch water to let Mu Jingyang wash his hands and face, and drink some sweet well water to have a rest.

"Forget it, I'll go! You've been tossing about for a long time. Have a rest! " Mu Jingyang pulled hang YunRuo and let her sit beside her. Hang YunRuo was really tired and obedient.

Hang YunRuo looked around the house. Once four of them sat in this room to eat together and talk about some interesting things that happened in the village. At that time, she also felt very happy.

Her honest and slightly dull father likes to sit in his present seat and watch TV. Every time he sees Beijing opera, he will sing a few words when he is in high spirits. His voice is a bit hoarse and out of tune. Hang YunRuo has not forgotten it now.

Now, when people go to empty rooms, things are right and people are wrong. Her father died, her mother remarried, her brother was sent away, and the whole world seemed to abandon her, as if she was alone at any time.

Hang YunRuo's tears fell uncontrollably, and his shoulders began to shake. Mu Jingyang saw hang YunRuo crying and held him at a loss.

But all these years of sadness and despair, and the feeling of being abandoned, broke out in the moment of returning to his hometown. Hang YunRuo fell down in Mu Jingyang's arms and began to cry.

After a long time, hang YunRuo calmed down, with a pair of red eyes and Mu Jingyang walking slowly to his father's grave. Autumn wind blowing in hang YunRuo's body, with a cold feeling.

Hang YunRuo quietly stares at his father's grave, and his tears blur his eyes. In that small grave bag, there is a person who once accompanied him alive, but that person can no longer embrace you, and can no longer respond to you.

"Dad, YunRuo has come back to see you! How was your year? Autumn is coming soon. You cough every time. You must pay more attention to your health... "

Hang YunRuo goes to the grave and cleans up some weeds in front of the grave. He cleans up the things he brought home for worship last year and puts clean fruits and fresh flowers.

"Dad, I've burned a lot of books for you and I still have money. This time I brought you a smart phone. You don't like to listen to Peking Opera. You can use it to listen to whatever you want. I still remember that you're good at singing Peking Opera!"

Hang YunRuo's fingers gently touch his father's picture on the tombstone, so familiar eyebrows, familiar smile, let hang YunRuo sad.

"Dad, Mu Jingyang and I are together again. This time he will come back with me to see you! Dad, I'm very happy now. My family is very kind to me. I paint every day. I walk around the garden when I'm bored. I'm very happy every day. Don't worry! "

Hang YunRuo's voice is trembling and crying. She knows that her father is most worried about being bullied because he is not happy. If her father is alive now, she will be able to let go.

"Dad, I'm Mu Jingyang. I'm sorry I didn't come to see you with YunRuo before. I brought you good wine and good cigarettes this time. It's my gift to meet you. Every year today, I will accompany YunRuo to come back to see you!"

Mu Jingyang opens the wine in his hand and pours it on the grave. He makes a promise to hang YunRuo's father piously and solemnly.

"Dad, Mu Jingyang took good care of me. He gave me a finished home and gave me a lot of love. Now my heart is full of happiness, so you don't have to worry about my grievances any more!"

Hang YunRuo wiped his eyes and gently took Mu Jingyang's hand. Mu Jingyang gives a gentle smile to hang YunRuo, and hang YunRuo also smiles.

"Dad, I found my brother, but my brother may not be able to accept it for a while, so I can't come to see you this year. It doesn't matter. I have a long time to come. Now that I have found him, I will slowly untie the knot in his heart. Don't worry!"

Hang YunRuo and Mu Jingyang kneel in front of the grave and kowtow three times solemnly, lighting up some gold paper and other things they brought. She thought that her missing and concern for her father would be brought to him with these things.

"Dad, I hope you have no pain, no sadness, only happiness and freedom in heaven! My daughter miss you very much! I'll come back to see you often in the future. Dad, take good care of yourself in heaven! "

Hang YunRuo said softly, with a relieved smile on his face. Mu Jingyang holds hang YunRuo's small hand tightly and puts her slightly cool hand in his pocket to let his temperature warm hang YunRuo.

"Dad, I'm fine and happy!" Hang YunRuo read it silently in his heart until everything was burnt out