Beijiao Cemetery.

A very tall man had been standing in the rain for a long time. He held a big black umbrella and his figure was independent and slender.

There was no light visible under the dark night sky, only the street lights on the roadside of the cemetery emitted a faint halo.

Josnian's car stopped not far away.

He also held a big umbrella and walked into the rain, heading to the cemetery.

There was only a solitary tomb around, standing quietly on the spot.

Josnian had met Song Shaojun. Since he and Song Shaoyan had the same father and half mother, they only had partial similarities in appearance.

Josnian's leather shoes stepped on the rain as he strode towards the tombstone.

The rain fell on the tombstone solemnly.

Perhaps hearing the footsteps, Song Shaojun turned his head: "Master Qiao."

"Mr. Song." Josnian greeted him politely.

Josnian placed the flowers in front of the tombstone and bowed respectfully with a heavy expression on his face.

On the tombstone is a photo of Song Shaoyan, who is young and handsome, with an elegant and gentle demeanor.

However, his years will always be fixed at this age.

"Thank you, Mr. Qiao, for helping me find the tomb. The scenery here is nice, and I think my brother will like it." Song Shaojun's voice was hoarse and sad.

Although they have the same father and mother, Song Shaojun always regarded Song Shaoyan as his older brother.

Although he had only seen Song Shaoyan a few times since childhood, he still hoped that Song Shaoyan would be well.

Unfortunately, hope is always just hope.

Reality... is cruel.

"You don't need to thank me. This is the last thing I do for Shao Yan." Josnian said slowly, "He helped me a lot when Qiao was in crisis."

"My brother went to South Africa to do business and didn't say hello to anyone. If I had known, maybe I would have persuaded him, but it was too late."

"The mining area in Johannesburg is already a mixed bag, so it's a pity that an accident happened." Josnian sighed.

The low, hoarse voices of the two men sounded even heavier in the rain.

The two of them were talking to each other, and most of the time they were silent.

Perhaps, at this moment, silence is far more solemn than conversation.

Josnian looked at Song Shaoyan's photo and closed his eyes tiredly.

Unexpectedly, it was goodbye forever.

They all stood silently, tall and independent.

When the rain falls on the umbrella, it makes a "plop" and "plop" sound, a long one and a short one, just like longing, which lasts forever.

At this moment, Song Shaojun and Qiao Snian were the only ones accompanying Song Shaoyan.

The sky was overcast and there was no light in the horizon for a long time.

"Master Qiao, I'll accompany my brother. You should go back early." Song Shaojun said.

"I'll stay with Shao Yan again." Josnian refused to leave. He saw the tired look on Song Shaojun's face, and he knew that Song Shaojun must have been up all night.

Song Shaojun did not stop him and nodded.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket: "Master Qiao, would you like one?"

"Yeah." Josnian took it.

Men's emotions are not as turbulent as women's, but more calm and rational.

But no amount of reason can cover up the deep sadness in his eyes.

This farewell is forever.

Song Shaojun lit a cigarette for Josnian and then for himself.

The smoke was lingering and drifting in the cool wind.

The two men stood quietly, and no one broke the loneliness.

Sometimes when the wind blows, the tops of the trees in the cemetery sway gently, startling a bunch of birds.

With a "wow" sound, the bird flew into the sky and soon disappeared.
Chapter completed!