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After picking the flowers, the father and daughter went to the cemetery. It was already evening, but the air was still hot and hot, and there were many people coming to the cemetery.
"Father, you talk to mother, I'll wait for you over there." Rong Dai watched An Zhedong put down the flowers, holding the cactus in her hand.
An Zhedong nodded and squatted in front of An Feiya's tombstone. In an instant, he became even older.
Rong Dai held the cactus and walked to a chair under the shade of a tree to sit on it. She watched An Zhedong chattering from a distance without knowing what he was talking about, but Rong Dai could see the look on his face clearly.
Pain, regret, and guilt are intertwined, as complicated as a big dye vat.
Looking at An Zhedong wiping away tears, Rong Dai felt a little sour in her heart. She knew about An Zhedong and An Feiya from her eldest sister. Although they were not related by blood, the world did not allow it.
An Zhedong stayed in front of An Feiya's tombstone for a full two hours before he stood up. Perhaps his legs and feet were numb after squatting for too long. When he stood up, Rong Dai saw him swaying.
"Your mother suffered a lot." An Zhedong walked to her and sat down. His eyes were still looking at An Feiya's tombstone, his voice was deep and full of sorrow.
Rong Dai nodded and said "Yeah". Being entangled by a crazy woman like Zuo Ran, An Feiya would not be able to live in peace until her death. How could she not endure hardship?
"It's my fault. If I had had more courage and followed your mother, I wouldn't be like this now. Yin and Yang are separated"
An Zedong suddenly burst into tears. Rong Dai was startled and turned to look at the regretful old man next to her. His sideburns were actually white, but because of dyeing his hair, when she first saw him I always feel that he is just a middle-aged man in his early forties.
But today, when I look at him, I see that he is already over fifty, his temples are turning white, and time is not forgiving, and he is getting old.
Rong Dai pursed her lips, put the cactus aside, and raised her hand to pat his shoulder: "It's okay, my mother gave birth to me, and if you have a father, you love her, and she is satisfied."
An Zedong cried very sadly, and Rong Dai stopped comforting him. She patted his shoulder every now and then, quietly waiting for him to recover.
An Zhedong calmed down after a while, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his tears. His usually meticulously combed hair was a bit messy, and his whole look looked old.
On the way back home, An Zhedong told her many things about An Feiya in the An family. If it weren't for falling in love with the wrong person, An Feiya might have another career now.
It's just a pity that there is no if. Rong Dai was worried that he was in a bad mood, so she had dinner with him. The father and daughter went to see a movie. When passing by the amusement park, An Zhedong took her to play for the first time. .
"If I had had more courage, I would have fulfilled my responsibility as a father. You and your mother have suffered a lot in these years. It is my father who is sorry for you."
After eating, drinking and having fun, the father and daughter sat on chairs in the park. An Zedong was holding a marshmallow in his hand. He didn't stop talking after coming out of the cemetery.
Rong Dai lowered her head to eat the marshmallow. The sweetness that penetrated her heart and spleen always felt very different. She said nothing and listened quietly to An Zhedong.
After eating the marshmallows and listening to what An Zedong said, the father and daughter left the park together. Rong Dai sent him back to the hotel where he stayed, and Mingxin drove over to pick her up.
"What's wrong? Are you so depressed?"
Seeing that she was not in a high mood, Mingxin couldn't help but ask. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com