Faced with Xiao Ce’s problem, Qi Meng sighed: “She has indeed suffered a lot with me.”

"So what? What is the meaning of her marrying you?" Xiao Ce was puzzled, "This is actually a problem that I have never understood. Here, she is a daughter-in-law. She can wear clothes and reach out to eat and open her mouth. She can enjoy the glory. What about you? She has become a housewife who cooks in a fire. I remember she has an ideal of writing books, but until now, I have never heard of what she has written. Has she written?"

"Not written." Qi Meng shook his head, "That would take a lot of time and energy."

"It's a story, right?" Xiao Ce said, "She only cooks fire every day. Where can she write stories? What should she write? Love? What does her love bring to her? After she follows you, she rarely smiles, right?"

Qi Meng nodded heavily: "I'm sorry for her."

"You are sorry for her, I'm sorry!" Xiao Ce spoke out, and he took out an old pocket watch from his pocket.

The pocket watch is made of pure gold and is full of age. This is a product from at least forty years ago.

A family that could take out such a pure gold pocket watch forty years ago is now considered a loss of family if they don’t drive a helicopter.

Xiao Ce popped open the pocket watch and there was a photo inside, which was already yellowed.

The owner of the photo is a beautiful young woman with fashionable short curly hair, and the woman is smiling happily.

Xiao Ce stared at the photo in the pocket watch for a while, then waved his hand and threw the pocket watch at Qi Meng.

The moment Qi Meng saw the photo, his eyes became gentle.

"How long has it been, decades." Qi Meng sighed.

Xiao Ce said: "Decades ago, she smiled very happily. At that time, she was still at the Xiao family, but later, she didn't even send us many photos."

Qi Meng shook his head: "She doesn't like taking pictures."

"She is my sister. I know her. She is a person who loves beauty. If she doesn't like to laugh anymore, she will naturally not like to take photos." Xiao Ce said, "You rarely make her laugh."

"Of course, she has been blaming you." Xiao Ce's tone increased a little.

Qimeng didn't say anything.

"Let's go." Xiao Ce stood up and said, "Go and see her."

After Xiao Ce finished speaking, he walked towards the door. When he reached the door, Xiao Ce turned his head and looked at Qi Meng who was still sitting in his seat, and said again: "Let's go."

Qi Meng nodded and stood up.

It was very dark, and under the night, Qi Meng and Xiao Ce walked towards the cemetery together.

The faint light from the searchlight followed Qi Meng and the others, who walked towards the tombstone in the cemetery.

When I stood in front of the tombstone, the searchlight hit the tombstone, and a photo was embedded in it.

"Look, we found the photos on the tombstone. You couldn't take out anything about her." Xiao Ce said half a step behind Qi Meng.

"I'm sorry for her." Qi Meng murmured.

"You are sorry for her. You were sorry for her when she was alive. Now she has left. You have to sorry for her again. Is that right?" Xiao Ce said, "Just now, your grandson Qi Tian, ​​took people to surround my son in the factory. You know very well what kind of person your grandson Qi Tian is. That factory is an opportunity for our Xiao family to rise again. Because of the choice you made, our Xiao family fell down. Even if you regret it, there is no chance to remedy that matter. But today, it is time for you to make a choice again. You are right in front of Xiao Jin's grave and make a good decision!"

Qi Meng looked at the tombstone in front of him, his old and turbid eyes were filled with nostalgia. In the tomb was his lover.

Qi Meng admitted that she was sorry for Xiao Jin. Xiao Jin had never laughed since that incident. Even though he was in Tianyin, he almost never went out. She seemed to be living her life in a daze.

Qi Meng could feel that Xiao Jin hated him, even on the day she left, she still hated him.

Do you regret the decision of Qimeng?

Qi Meng also asked himself.

regret!

If there is a chance to do it again...

"Xiao Jin, if I were asked to choose again..." Qi Meng murmured, he took out his cell phone and made a call.

The phone was answered, and Qi Tian's voice rang on the phone: "Grandpa."

"Have you ever thought about calling me before you made the decision?" Qi Meng asked.

"I thought about it, but I didn't fight." Qi Tian replied.

"I've thought about it." Qi Meng sighed, "I'm right in front of your grandma's tombstone now, what do you want to do?"

"I don't know." Qi Tian replied.

Qi Meng looked back at Xiao Ce behind him.

Xiao Ce snorted: "Qi Meng, make your choice. I don't want my sister to be in peace after she dies!"

Qi Meng nodded, took a deep breath, and rushed to the phone, "After the matter is over, come to Tianhai and kowtow to your grandma. It's our grandfather and grandson. I'm sorry."

After Qi Meng finished speaking, he pressed the phone.

Xiao Ce, who was standing behind Qimeng, changed his face when he heard this.

"Qi Meng! You..."

"I asked myself, I regret what happened back then." In Qi Meng's eyes, turbid tears slowly flowed down, "But if I asked me to choose again, my decision would still be the same as before. Some things that cannot be done are not done, and everyone will be the same!"

"Qi Meng, do you still have humanity?" Xiao Ce roared angrily, "The one in front of Qi Tian is his uncle, my son, and your nephew! He wants to call you uncle!"

Qi Meng grinned and said with a slut: "Second brother, when I got married to Xiao Jin, your Xiao family asked me why I only came to my family. You said I didn't pay enough attention to it. The real reason, I can tell you today that I am the only one left in my family. They did something wrong..."

After Qi Meng finished speaking, the tears were already covered with his face.

Qi Mengru is already old this year, and he is half a foot buried. At this age, he mentioned his parents and the past that he has been trying to buried in his memory.

Xiao Ce's body trembled slightly: "Qi Meng! You are just a madman!"

"I'm a madman." Qi Meng shook his head, "For us, if we don't have crazy, we would have died on that land long ago."

Qi Meng turned around and walked towards the tombstone. He reached out and gently touched the photo on the tombstone, his arms trembling slightly.

"Xiao Jin, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry..."

Qi Meng stroked the photo, as if he was the first time he touched this face.

It's just that everything can never be returned.

"Qi Meng!" Xiao Ce roared, "You want to kill my son! You want to kill him!"

"He made his own choice." Qi Meng shook his head, "But second brother, don't worry, Qi Tian is my grandson. I know him, and he will leave blood for the Xiao family."
Chapter completed!