Jian Shiwu’s heart skipped a beat, subconsciously guessing that her next words might not be a thing.

Lui Heng replied, "Can one understand what those people are thinking?"

......

Jian Shiwu was also a little confused.

He did not expect that there were still elders to deal with, but on thinking about found it could but true, the gentry families would have been involved from generation to generation, the struggle for power not so simple. Plus Gao Can may be sentenced to jail, by which time, Ji Beichuan would be left with no legal guardian ah.

Lui: "I think this is quite difficult to handle."

One word made Jian Shiwu uncomfortable: "Then what should we do."

Lui Heng comforted him: "Don't worry, there's no rush, let's take one step at a time, I think there will definitely be a solution."

He said so and Jian had no choice but to give up.

Originally he thought his parents would not come back, but in the afternoon Zhen Meilie came back, and asked Jian Shiwu to lead the way to find Shen Cheng. Even Jian's father was also there, both people's faces looked very serious, only Shen Cheng came out with a calm face.

When he got back into the car, Jian Shiwu expressed his doubts: "Where are we going?"

Jian's father, who was driving the car, said, "To Fengtai Mountain."

"To climb a mountain?" Jian Shiwu was shocked: "To relax?"

Zhen Mei Li felt that if this one wasn't her own and couldn't be thrown, she would have thrown him down from here: "Tomorrow is the anniversary of your Aunt Shen's death, we're going over to pay our respects."

Ohh

Jian Shiwu looked sideways at Shen Cheng with some concern and suddenly felt that it seemed like a good decision to give Shen Cheng an early birthday yesterday, although Shen Cheng's birthday was only on the 5th, but Shen Youting died in childbirth and the 5th was also the anniversary of his mother's death. He heard that the Ji family never held birthday parties for Ji Beichuan, so he guessed that was the reason.

Zhen Meilie in front said, "It's going to rain tomorrow, so the road is not good.

Jian nodded, "Okay."

They took a whole evening to go op Fengtai mountain and by then, the sunset was dyed red. They found a small hotel on the mountain and spent the night there. The hotel was rather poor and there are not many rooms.

In the end, they only managed to get two rooms. One room was shared by Zhen Meili and Jian's father, and Jian Shiwu shared the other with Shen Cheng. Fortunately, the double bed was not so awkward. In addition, they were tired from traveling and driving during the day, so one could fall asleep and rest quickly.

The sky outside was overcast, and Jian said, "Is it really going to rain tomorrow?"

 The word "mother" that came to Shen Cheng's ears in the wind, unfamiliar but with a heavy meaning. His eyes fell on the tombstone and gazed at the woman in the photo. Her face was cold, but Shen Cheng felt it looked very gentle.

In this small grave was his mother. It was not that he was not loved by his mother, his mother loved him very much and gave him the greatest love, even giving her life for him. Ji Yuansheng looked at the two boys standing in front of the grave and said, "This is kind of your first time here, she didn't like to make a lot of noise and loved to be quiet, it's rare for her to be so lively after so many years."

Ji Beichuan's hand on his side curled up gently, with some calculation. The first time he came here he was still young, at that time he didn't know what sadness was, he only knew how to stare dumbly and couldn't understand his father's feelings, so he didn't behave himself at that time. Later, probably because of this, Ji Yuansheng never brought himself here again, but today he brought him here, does it mean that he still has him as a son in his heart?

Shen Cheng next to him also did not say a word, and did not even show any sadness, which was not the most displeasing to his father? As long as he behaves better, his father may also dislike Shen Cheng and feel better about him.

The sobs were loud enough to be heard by the few people who were close by. He stepped on the wet stone slab with an umbrella and bowed in the middle, with a choked sob: "Mother, your son has come to see you. Growing up, in my heart you are my real mother, and today I can finally come and visit you."

In the rain, his tears fell quickly, and his voice was full of mourning as he cried for his grave, compared to Shen Cheng, who was silent and did not shed a single tear.

Ji Yuansheng looked at Ji Beichuan as he cried so hard that his body was shaking, and sighed: "Don't cry." Ji Beichuan wiped his face and said softly, "...... Yes, I'm sorry father."

Ji Yuansheng patted his shoulder. The tall, handsome man looked at the woman in the photo and remembered the past. Shen Youting died when he loved her the most, more than ten years but he could not let go in the slightest, his heart was a pang of grief, his eyes were flushed with a tinge of scarlet, if not for his juniors being here, perhaps he would have shed a tear.

Ji Beichuan sneaked a glance at Shen Cheng next to him, trying to give Ji Yuan Sheng some eye drops: "Brother Cheng you want to come over and also pay your respects, you don't laugh at me crying my nose off oh, I just saw my mother so im too sad and didn't control it."

Anyway, it was impossible for Shen Cheng to cry. The child who came back halfway is not as close as the one who is always there? Shen Cheng glanced at him sideways, the pair of somewhat stern eyes seemed to easily pierce through Ji Beichuan's despicable acting skills and dark little mind, the rain clattered down, the water on the ground flowed along the stone slab, the teenager who had been standing silently took a few steps and walked right in front of the tombstone.

As Ji Beichuan watched, the black umbrella held up by Shen Cheng was placed to the side, and the rain poured down, instantly drenching the teenager all over, but he did not move a bit, instead his spine straightened and stood still in front of the tombstone, slowly kneeling down and solemnly kowtowing three times. Ji Beichuan's eyes widened in disbelief.

The pouring rain had soaked the teenager, but he seemed to be unable to notice, just kneeling quietly in front of the tombstone, staring at the woman with gentle eyebrows on the stone tablet.

There was lightning across the sky, and the wind from the manor blew past, sweeping over the soaked hem of the young man's clothes; he did not cry, but an endless sadness coalesced all over him. He whispered, "I am Shen Cheng. I've come to see you.”