Chapter 770: His Mother Is Here

The next morning, Yuanyuan got up very early.

He went downstairs early and ate the breakfast prepared by the kitchen chef.

He seemed very excited, with a simple and innocent smile on his face.

"Dad, hurry up." Yuanyuan urged his father who got up later than him and was still eating breakfast.

Dad usually gets up very early, but today he was so lazy that he got up later than him.

When it was half past eight in the morning, they finally set off.

The car slowly drove towards the west of Yecheng.

Along the way, Yuanyuan seemed very happy and kept asking various questions.

"Dad, how long will it take us to get to where Mom lives?" Yuanyuan asked anxiously. He found that their car seemed to have been driving for a long time, why didn't we get there. And why is this place so remote, there are no tall houses.

Mo Yixuan turned his head and glanced at Yuanyuan, and at this time he could clearly see the sadness and sadness in his eyes.

"Dad, do you think mom doesn't like me and only likes my sister? That's why mom never came to see me?" Yuanyuan suddenly frowned and said sadly.

He knew that his mother had given him a sister, whose father was Uncle Ye.

The car turned a corner at this time, and then turned from the main road to a two-lane road, with tall maple trees on the roadside. Because it was winter, the maple trees were bare, with only branches and no leaves, as if these trees were dead.

Yuanyuan looked at the unfamiliar environment here curiously, and these leafless trees. He couldn't understand why his mother wanted to live in such a place.

The car continued to drive for two kilometers and stopped.

Mo Yixuan got out of the car and then carried Yuanyuan down.

"Are we there yet?" Yuanyuan asked curiously, with a childlike innocent smile on his face.

But soon his smile froze.

He stood stupidly beside the car, his round eyes staring straight at a large stone in front of him. He knew the words on the stone: Dehai Cemetery?

Yuanyuan read these words, and suddenly turned his head to look at his father beside him, his eyes full of confusion.

He knew what a cemetery meant. It was a place where the dead were buried. Grandpa was buried in such a cemetery, but not this cemetery.

"Dad..." Yuanyuan, who had already realized that something was wrong, hugged his father's legs. The excitement in his eyes disappeared instantly.

Mo Yixuan held Yuanyuan's hand tightly and walked forward with Yuanyuan.

This is a cemetery in the remote west of Yecheng. There are not many people coming here on weekdays, so it is unusually quiet here.

"Yuanyuan, let's go see mom." Mo Yixuan looked down at his son and spoke in a very low and hoarse voice, as if his voice was broken.

He turned around and walked back a few steps, then opened the door of the back seat and took out a bouquet of flowers from it.

A bouquet of chrysanthemums.

Yuanyuan saw the bouquet of flowers his father was holding, and then he frowned.

Because he remembered. The last time he went to visit his grandfather's grave, he brought such flowers. And now, Dad actually bought another bouquet of flowers like this.

"Dad..." Yuanyuan, who had already figured out what was going on, suddenly pulled Dad's pants hard, his mouth pursed.

The excitement he had when he came here was gone, and his smile was gone too.