The Little Mute's Life Was Stolen, and the Wealthy Boss Comes To Spoil Him Chapter 144

Chapter 144 Begonia Flower Garden

Si Huai saw that the little boy was emotionally unstable, so he held her in his arms, then pushed the wheelchair with one hand and walked behind the glass cabinet.

He was still saying: "You can only visit here, not touch it with your hands."

 At this point, he paused and said in a helpless tone: "You can't even take it home."

He thought about what Tang Wan just said, and felt a little confused.

Didn't they say that this little cub couldn't speak? Why were you still calling mom just now?

Mother?

Si Huai suddenly seemed to realize something. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the restless little boy in his arms, his voice trembling a little.

 “You, you...”Whose mother are you calling?

 Is he who he thinks he is?

Tang Wan stretched out his hand, but could no longer say the two words he just said.

With tears in her eyes, she pointed at the burnt wooden horse and shouted "Ah" excitedly.

Si Huai seemed to suddenly understand what Tang Wan meant.

He stretched out his hand, wiped his eye sockets hard, pushed the wheelchair, and said: "I will take you over to see it."

No matter whether the person Tang Wan shouted was the person he thought, he should comfort this little kid who was crying very sadly.

Tang Wan helped Si Huai a lot, and Si Huai remembered it.

 Although he never said it, he kept it in his heart.

Tang Wan is actually very similar to the person he misses.

They are all the same, they are very considerate of others, and then they say "it's just a casual thing" and "it's not a big deal, I have a lot, it doesn't matter if I help", such understatements.

 It is difficult for people like them to understand the greedy thoughts of some people. For beautiful things, they are the beauty itself.

Si Huai was also cured in this way.

He just spent more than two thousand days and nights, chasing his lover like the dark night chasing the sun.

He picked up Tang Wan and got close to the scarred little wooden horse, hearing the little cub sobbing.

Her tears were like a river that would never dry up, hitting Si Huai's heart hard in this closed room.

He sighed and hugged Tang Wan into his arms. His movements were unfamiliar and he could only imitate Lu Lin, saying over and over again: "Stop crying, I'm a tabby cat."

 Do children really cry so much?

 There were so many that it made him feel a little sad.

The belatedly arrived head teacher looked at the two figures hugging each other and suddenly put back what he was saying.

As one of the investors of this cemetery, the head teacher was also very familiar with Si Huai.

 The Si family, like the Xue family, has a small population and is also a loyal supporter of the country.

 They also endured unimaginable pain.

 The most obvious thing is that Si Huai's legs were broken by the bad guys in revenge.

 But even so, Si Huai still led the Si Group to move forward.

 He is sitting in a wheelchair, but his soul is still unyielding.

The head teacher waved to the students behind him and told them to leave, wanting Si Huai to enjoy the quiet time.

 For him, the Xue family is his second home.

 This is the place where he carries his memories, and his resting family members cannot be disturbed.

Tang Wan didn't know how long she cried. She only knew that she was very sad.

 The elders she didn't have time to see rested here.

 She couldn't touch anything about them. All the past was dictated by her mother, and now it finally has a concrete appearance.

If it were normal days, Tang Wan would definitely not cry. But she had just recovered the memory of her mother, and seeing everything in front of her, Tang Wan really couldn't bear it.

She just wanted to take a short break, she just wanted to touch something with the warmth of a family member, and stay for a while in the home she could have had.

 It will be fine in a little while.

 She will be able to stand up soon, and soon she will follow in her mother's footsteps and move on.

Si Huai's hand gently rubbed Tang Wan's hair, as if comforting a restless kitten.

 In the quiet space, there are two incomplete souls, one big and one small.

 The incomplete relics around them are the last things left to them by their relatives.

 The cold moonlight shines on them through the ceiling, lengthening their shadows and blending them into one.

 The shadows of the relics surrounded them.

This is not a hug.

 Other students have followed their class teacher back to school, only Tang Wan remains here.

Si Huai looked at the little kid who was crying and was a little dazed. He hugged her and pushed the wheelchair onto a small path leading to the back mountain.

 No other people are allowed to visit here, only relatives and friends of the Xue family can come.

 There are warm-colored star lights on the road, hanging on fruit trees of different sizes.

Tang Wan also saw that the fruits on the trees were crooked, some were green, and looked very sour.

Si Huai seemed to have opened up a chat box and talked about some past events with Tang Wan.

 Perhaps it was because Tang Wan was the only kid in this cemetery who felt the same way, or maybe it was because Si Huai was somewhat close to Tang Wan. It was the first time for him to talk so much to outsiders.

“These fruit trees were saved later, and it took a lot of energy from that person.”

"Your name should be Grandma Xue, right? She is from the south, and she is particularly petite among us. She is a very petite and cute grandma. The fruits she grows are very unpalatable, but she gives us some every year."

 “It's sour and astringent, really...”

“She's not very good at raising plants. The cacti will all grow to death. Grandpa Xue helps her take care of them every time, so she manages to keep some plants alive.”

 “Have you seen that pavilion?”

Tang Wan looked in the direction of Si Huai's finger and saw a pavilion among the crabapple flowers.

 The blooming begonia flowers are blooming with unprecedented vitality, and the fireflies on them are like elves, making everything look like a fairy tale.

Si Huai's voice was a little hoarse and a little cold: "Grandma Xue likes crabapple flowers very much, and her daughter also likes them, so Grandpa Xue built a crabapple flower garden for them."

“Jingjiao is not suitable for crabapple flowers to grow, but in order to satisfy the wishes of Grandma Xue and her daughter, Grandpa Xue spent a lot of effort to cultivate this kind of flower that is suitable for Jingjiao's climate.”

“It's a pity that what you see now is the restored one at the back. The former garden was more beautiful.”

“There is also the creek next to it. We used to go there to catch fish and shrimp.”

 “Still having a picnic here…”

Si Huai treasures everything here. Every flower and leaf has a story in his heart.

Tang Wan's eyes fell on Si Huai, and he couldn't imagine what kind of mood he was in, engraving these memories in his mind over and over again.

Finally, Tang Wan discovered that Si Huai seemed to have been calling Grandma Xue's daughter, but never called her by her name.

So Tang Wan took Si Huai's hand and wrote his questions on his palm.

  [What is the name of Grandma Xue's daughter? ]

Si Huai slowly closed his fingertips and spoke in a hoarse and painful voice.

 “Her name is Xue Mina.”

  “It's my lover.”

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