An elegant and gentle woman should have been hurt by holding her hands.

As proud as her mother, if she hadn't given her a place to live, how could she surrender to Zuo Pingkun?

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

The past is unbearable to look back on.

She lay in bed for the whole morning without eating breakfast and lunch.

It was only two or three o'clock in the afternoon that she touched her stomach and got up from the bed uncomfortable.

After washing up, she heated up the oatmeal porridge left by Butler Sun. She sat alone on the empty balcony, drinking the porridge and watching the rain, and her heart was filled with turmoil.

The balcony is not warm, and it is very deserted compared to the days when there is sun.

She looked at the birds in the distance and the mountains in the distance, with a blurred look.

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

No matter how hard the days are, you can get through them with your fingers, although every second is like a year.

She put all the spring clothes she bought last time and Qiao Sinian into the box, and did not take away too much, but just some commonly used cosmetics and close-fitting clothes.

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

She thought she could give it to Chengfan in the future.

After packing my luggage for a while, the sky darkened and the wind blew "whistling".

The rain is still falling, as if there is no end.

Cemetery.

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

The rain wet the petals, and these flowers became the only bright color in the cemetery, like the lonely sunset.

Meng Chen came later than Qiao Si.

Every year during the Qingming Festival, they usually come together. If anyone is busy, another person will come too.

Gradually, more than 20 years have passed, and a tacit understanding has been formed.

Paper ashes are flying, and the air is filled with a desolate atmosphere.

When the night was getting late, Qiao Sinian and Meng Chen stood under the same roof, lit a cigarette, and watched the sky gradually getting late.

Qiao Sinian is thin and the lights make his shadow very long. His cold and noble face is hidden under the dark lights, like the deep seabed.

The luster in my eyes changed little by little, and there were many cigarette butts on the ground.

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

Especially when he sees his father's tombstone, his gaze will stay for a few extra minutes.

"Meng Chen, after vegetarian meal tonight, I may not be vigilant here, come here tomorrow." Qiao Sinian's low voice mixed with the sound of rain, hoarse and tired.

"Okay, I understand." Meng Chen nodded almost without hesitation, "The past is over and it will be dissipated with the wind. It is best to keep it for the people in this world with warm waiting and companionship."

In previous years, they would come the day before the Qingming Festival and take turns to stay in the cemetery for one night until the Qingming Festival the next day.

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

"The weather is very cold, so you can rest early." Qiao Sinian looked at Meng Chen.

"I know, Mr. Qiao doesn't have to worry about me." Meng Chen planned to stay here for a night. "The weather forecast says it will rain heavily at night, so be careful to keep warm."

Qiao Sinian nodded.

"Mr. Qiao, when will you go to Chicago? The day after tomorrow?" Meng Chen and Qiao Sinian chatted briefly.
Chapter completed!