The knocking sound rang out.
Luo Xiaoqian hurried over, opened the courtyard door, and upon seeing Leng Zimo standing outside, she immediately broke into a smile.
"You’re back."
"Yes." Leng Zimo, carrying a suitcase, stepped in. "Where should I put this?"
Luo Xiaoqian closed the courtyard door and pointed toward the small stone table in the yard, "Just put it on the table, I’ll take care of it."
The two walked to the small stone table together, and Leng Zimo placed the suitcase he was carrying on it, took a cloth, and wiped off the dust, while Luo Xiaoqian pinched the clasp on the suitcase.
"By the way, Zimo, just now, your dad called me."
"He did?" Leng Zimo frowned slightly. "What did he say this time?"
"The day after tomorrow is the Ghost Festival. He said he wants us to go to the cemetery together to pay our respects." Luo Xiaoqian answered honestly.
Leng Zimo was entirely surprised to hear this.
The Ghost Festival, also known as "Ghost Day," is the day he would visit his mother’s grave to pay respects every year. Just earlier in the car, Ailin had called to remind him that the day after tomorrow was the Ghost Festival.
It was completely out of character for the old man to take the initiative and invite him and Xiao Qian to go back and pay respects together.
Since his mother had passed away, whether it was Qingming or her death anniversary, or similar festivals like the Ghost Festival, no matter how busy the old man was, he would go to pay his respects.
Could it be that he had come to accept Xiao Qian?!
But, was this change of heart not too sudden?!
"Did you agree?"
"I didn’t get to speak before he hung up the phone." Luo Xiaoqian said somewhat helplessly.
"Mom, today I brought someone to see you with me. His name is Zimo, and he’s been very good to me. Now that he’s taking care of me, you don’t need to worry about me over there. If you’ve found Dad, remember to let him know I’m doing very well..."
As she spoke, tears began to well up in her eyes.
Even though her mother was gone, at least her grave was there, she could come and talk to her, tell her what’s in her heart.
But her father, after that one time, never came back, and she didn’t even know where his spirit might be. Just thinking about it made it hard for her not to feel sad.
Stepping forward and bending down to support her shoulders, Leng Zimo gently helped her stand up.
"Don’t be sad anymore. I believe your father must be with your mother."
Luo Xiaoqian stood up and nodded at him with a smile, "It’s getting late, shall we go back?"
"I’d like to say a few words to your aunt." Leng Zimo took a step forward, bowed three times to the tombstone, "Hello Auntie, my name is Leng Zimo. From now on, I will take good care of her. Rest assured."

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