An elegant and gentle woman should feel pain in the palm of her hand.

As proud as her mother, how could she succumb to Zuo Pingkun if it wasn't to give her a place to live.

Ye Jiaqi couldn't help but shed tears as he thought about it.

The past is hard to look back on.

She lay in bed all morning without eating breakfast or lunch.

At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, she felt her stomach and got up from the bed in discomfort.

After washing, she heated up the oatmeal porridge left by Butler Sun, and sat alone on the empty balcony, drinking the porridge and watching the rain, feeling her heart agitate.

It's not warm on the balcony, and it's very deserted compared to days with sunshine.

She looked at the birds and mountains in the distance, her eyes blurred.

After finishing the porridge, she stood up and silently went to the bedroom to pack her luggage.

No matter how difficult the day is, you can get through it with just your fingers, even though every second seems like a year.

She put all the spring clothes she and Josnian bought last time into the box. She didn't take too much with her, just some commonly used cosmetics and underwear.

She also took away Qiao Chengfan's little tiger and stuffed it into the box.

She thought that she could give her a sail in the future.

Not long after we packed our luggage, the sky darkened and the wind blew loudly.

The rain continued to fall, as if there was no end.

cemetery.

Josnian came here very early and placed flowers in front of each tombstone.

The rain wetted the petals, and these flowers became the only bright colors in the cemetery, like lonely sunset glow.

Meng Chen came later than José.

Every year during Qingming Festival, they usually come together. If anyone is busier, the other one will come too.

Gradually, over twenty years, a tacit understanding has been formed.

Paper dust was flying, and a desolate atmosphere permeated the air.

As the night was getting late, Josnian and Meng Chen stood under the eaves of a roof, each lighting a cigarette and watching the sky get darker.

Josnian was thin, and the light stretched his shadow very long. His cold, dignified face was hidden in the dim light, like a deep seabed.

The luster in his eyes changed little by little, and a lot of cigarette butts were already thrown on the ground.

Meng Chen leaned against the door frame, his legs slightly crossed, and his eyes fell on the large tombstone.

Especially when he saw his father's tombstone, his eyes would stay for a few minutes longer.

"Meng Chen, after finishing the fasting meal tonight, I may not stay here overnight and come back tomorrow." Josnian's deep voice mixed with the sound of rain, hoarse and tired.

"Okay, I understand." Meng Chen nodded with almost no hesitation, "The past is in the past, let it go with the wind. It is best to leave warm waiting and companionship to people in this world."

In previous years, they would come the day before Tomb Sweeping Day and take turns staying overnight in the cemetery until Tomb Sweeping Day the next day.

This year, Josnian came early in the morning, and he had already made plans not to keep vigil at night.

"It's very cold, you should go to bed early." Josnian looked at Meng Chen.

"I know, Master Qiao, you don't have to worry about me." Meng Chen planned to stay here all night. "The weather forecast says there will be heavy rain at night, so please keep warm."

Josnian nodded.

"Master Qiao, when are you going to Chicago? The day after tomorrow?" Meng Chen and Josnian chatted briefly.
Chapter completed!