The window was very cold, and she wrapped her scarf tightly, revealing only her eyes.

No one disturbed them here, and there were not many tourists coming and going.

Ji Changmu stood beside her, putting his hands in his pockets of his coat, and he was also looking at the scenery under the tower.

This season, the leaves of the trees have fallen, the whole old city is bleak and cold, the streets are narrow, and there are not many pedestrians.

Ji Changmu pointed to the tall ginkgo tree in front of him: "Did you see that tree? It's been a hundred years, and it's the most beautiful in autumn. I once fought with people under that tree."

Qiao Muyuan was quite moved when he heard the first half. He laughed out loud in the second half: "Brother Ji, do you also fight with others?"

He smiled: "Young and Yang Yang, it is common for a fight."

"Then can you beat someone?"

"I'm a Taekwondo black belt."

"Yeah." Qiao Muyuan immediately did not discriminate against her brother Ji. When she was young, she looked at the gentle and handsome boy and turned out to be a Taekwondo black belt. "Will you hit me in the future?"

"What are your little head thinking? Huh?"

"The red house over there is so beautiful, is it also an old house?"

"It's a paper mill." Ji Changmu introduced to her, "When I was in elementary school, I was running a paper mill by a very good friend's house. Later, his father did not know how to adapt and had environmental protection requirements, so he went bankrupt within a few years. My classmate also transferred to another school. Now I don't remember what he looks like."

"The factory building of this paper mill is very well-shaped and has not been demolished. Later, it was bought by a wealthy businessman from other places and made into a coffee processing factory, and it has been today."

"Brother Ji, you have a good memory."

"It's okay, after all, I'm not at the age of a bad memory." Ji Changmu didn't have much trouble in his heart. Now that he came to this city, he was more likely to take a step back and let go of himself.

Shaking hands with the past and making peace, his heart was no longer in peace.

The wind was strong on the top of the tower, and Ji Changmu didn't let her stand for too long, so he took her waist and walked into the tower.

"There is a small museum here, and the cultural relics excavated from the tower are displayed." Ji Changmu led her over.

Walking forward from the corridor, Qiao Muyuan was still looking at the scenery outside the tower. There was a rolling hill to the north. She asked, "Where is there?"

"Bincheng Cemetery." There was a bit of hazy brewing in Ji Changmu's eyes and his voice was depressed, "My father was sleeping there."

Qiao Muyuan is silence: "I'm sorry, Brother Ji..."

"It's okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Ji Changmu held her hand.

"Are you going to see him?"

"I've been to Bincheng last time. This time, if you don't mind... I'll take you with me."

"How could I mind, Ji Changmu, I agreed that we will get married in the future."

"Okay." Ji Changmu nodded, "I'll take you there in the afternoon."

"Um."

From the Twin Towers, Ji Changmu took her to have lunch in the mall and bought a few bouquets of white chrysanthemums from the flower shop.

Qiao Muyuan followed him.

When you arrive at the cemetery, the atmosphere is cold and quiet.

Ji Changmu held her hand and walked from a not-so-wide road to the back of the cemetery. The mountains and rivers were beautiful, and the quietest place in the entire cemetery.

Qiao Muyuan once again saw Ji Donghuai's photo.

She was silent for a long time, placed Bai Ju in front of the tombstone, and bowed with Ji Changmu.

"Dad, I've brought your daughter-in-law here." Ji Changmu's face was gentle and his voice was low.
Chapter completed!