After a while, the loofah actually grew and grew stronger and stronger.

Suddenly one day, everyone discovered that the luffa seedlings had climbed out of the fence and onto the wall of the villa.

Looking at the loofah every day, I climbed a lot further upstairs than the day before, and finally climbed from the first floor to the second floor.

After a few days, the loofah bloomed with yellow flowers; after a few days, some of the yellow flowers turned into small green melons, which grew longer and bigger, and of course the weight also increased.

The first small melon that sprouted actually dropped the melon vine a little, and it hung straight in the air, swaying in the wind.

Tintin danced for joy: "The loofah has grown! The loofah has grown!" Tang Junhao also looked excited.

However, Xia Pan'er just watched quietly, with tears covering her cheeks unconsciously. She could not recover from Kang Junxi's departure at all.

Tang Junhao turned around, looked at Xia Pan'er who was still grieving, and called out in a low voice: "Pan'er!"

He stretched out his hand to hold her hand, but she immediately retracted it: "Don't touch me!" Her voice was light but strong, and her rejection was straightforward and complete.

Tang Junhao's heart was sad, empty, and tightly held, and there was even a trace of unspeakable jealousy.

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Not long after the loofah fell, the traditional Chinese Qingming Festival arrived.

On this day, Xia Paner, Ding Ding, and Kang Zhiqiao went to visit Kang Junxi's grave in the suburbs early.

Kang Junxi's cemetery is made of white marble and looks like a garden. The tomb is covered with green grass and gorgeous flowers. The lonely nameplate is hidden in the green shade.

Holding the stone tablet and recalling Kang Junxi's warm smile during his lifetime, Xia Pan'er leaned down in pain and sobbed silently.

Kang Zhiqiao couldn't help crying, and suddenly a hand gently hugged her shoulder. She looked up and saw that Hao Liangjun, whose face was full of sadness and sympathy, was standing next to her, and she finally leaned in.

He cried loudly in his arms.

Tang Junhao also arrived. He squatted behind Xia Paner for a long time, not daring to disturb her.

Finally, the wind blew and the flowers flew, and the frail Xia Paner shivered.

Tang Junhao wanted to help her up, but he didn't dare to touch her again. He couldn't help but persuade her: "Pan'er, the wind is blowing——"

After a long, long time, Xia Pan'er turned around and moved her lips, but couldn't say a word. She turned her head again because tears had filled her eyes again.

Everyone said nothing more and just stood in front of the stone tablet in silence until an old man appeared.

"Dad!" Kang Zhiqiao greeted him and helped him over.

The old man was thin and tall, his clothes were clean and tidy, his face was full of wrinkles, the wind blew the messy white hair on his head, he was dumb, with no tears, no expression, as if he had lost his ability to think and all will.

The people are old, tired, and numb.

He stood there like a statue, so pale and haggard that he couldn't find any of his former majestic shopping mall elegance.

He has never woken up from the nightmare of his son's death. He was both a father and a mother who raised Kang Junxi. How could he accept the grief of losing a child in old age?

Xia Pan'er stood up from the ground next to the stone tablet, walked timidly to him, and softly called out: "Dad!"

The old man did not respond. He stared at the statue of his son on the stone tablet, held a stack of thick books in his hand, and said in a flat voice:

"Pan'er!"

He turned his face sideways, raised his dry and dull eyes, and looked at the face that looked exactly like Xia Yanhan, the face he had once been passionately in love with and could not forget, and then said quietly: "You killed my son."

!Pan’er.”

He handed the notebook in Xia Paner's hand and said: "This is his diary during his lifetime. When he came back from the United States, he left it in my villa. Maybe he was afraid that you would see it. Over the past few years, these notebooks have

Almost all of them are your name, I give it to you, take it!"

He shook his head, looked deeply at Xia Paner, and repeated: "It was you who killed him. I know how he died. It was you who killed him!"

Xia Pan'er held those books and stood there fixedly. There was no word that could describe the expression on her face after hearing the old man's words.

Her face was ashen, her lips were pale, and her eyes were frightened and desperate. This upright and respected old man had remained silent since the news of Kang Junxi's bad news. He was tolerant of Xia Pan'er, and he finally spoke out.

Such a condemning word!

The overly sad old man stopped talking or looking at everyone. He stayed silently in front of the grave for a few minutes, then turned around and left.

Kang Zhiqiao and Hao Liangjun followed.

Ding Ding raised his head and stared at Xia Pan'er with his big watery eyes: "Mom, why did grandpa say you killed dad?"

Xia Pan'er stood there, her shoulders trembling, her lips twitching, her face as pale as death, her heart aching in agony, speechless in response to her son's questions.

Tang Junhao squatted down and stared at Ding Ding: "Ding Ding, my father was not killed by my mother. He died in a plane crash and died accidentally!"

Ding Ding nodded innocently: "Yes, I know!"

Tang Junhao stood up, walked to Xia Paner, gently patted her back, and said comfortingly:

"Don't worry, Pan'er, the old man is too sad!"

Xia Pan'er said nothing, bit her lip, closed her eyes involuntarily, and then held the diaries and held Ding Ding's hand to leave.

"Pan'er, please don't hold the responsibility on yourself!" Tang Junhao shouted standing behind her.

Xia Paner stopped, turned around, looked at him with grief-stricken eyes, and said in a low voice: "Tang Junhao, do you really think Junxi's death has nothing to do with me?"

The corners of her lips twitched, and she suddenly smiled sadly: "Grandpa told me that he had always wanted to match Junxi and I in marriage, but the plane crash could have been avoided. It was grandpa who hindered it, and he changed his mind.

: To bring me and you together, let Hanmo call him, lie that his mother is seriously ill, and ask him to go to the United States to take care of her, so that you and I can—"

She could hardly speak anymore: "The real murderer is me, I killed him, I killed him!" She kept repeating this sentence.

Looking at Tang Junhao again, her eyes suddenly became so strange:

"Tang Junhao, from now on, there will be nothing between us!"

She stared at him for a long time and then said softly:

"Junhao, you know, from now on, for me -"

She paused, her eyes blank and sad: "——In life, all that is left is the memory of Jun Xi, do you understand?"

Tang Junhao stared at her and felt that his internal organs were being crushed. Does he understand? Of course he understands.

From now on, if she refuses to let him enter Xia Paner's life again, she will never accept him again and give him a chance.

He said no more and just nodded to her.

She held Ding Ding's hand and left, holding the stack of diaries and a loyal heart.

She's gone.
Chapter completed!