Ye Jiaqi had millions of puzzles, but no one could answer her.

Is life and death a life? How can these light words explain the weight of life and the impermanence of fate?

She stood in the wind, like the leaves on this tree, as if the wind could fall down. Her body became very cold, her eyes were a little dazed, and her mind was broken at any time, and blank images would appear constantly.

Qiao Sinian held the good stuff in one hand and held her with the other hand.

Ye Jiaqi then noticed that he had already prepared everything: "What did you bring to him..."

"Paper money, candles, and some paintings he drew during his lifetime." Qiao Sinian was ready. "When he was in the funeral, Principal Wang burned some of the things, and the rest were what he cherished most when he was alive. You burn it to him."

"You are hiding it from me..."

"No." Qiao Sinian held her hand, "If you want to blame me, you will blame me. He left when he was taken to the hospital by the rescue team. I didn't want you to see him for the last time. I don't think Zhuo Yuanhang didn't want you to see him like that. The funeral was also in a hurry. I was afraid that you would not be able to accept this fact suddenly, so I chose today."

He came during the funeral, but Ye Jiaqi didn't know.

Ye Jiaqi didn't know what to say, and looked ahead, looking at the road to the cemetery.

The road is not long, but because of the white fog, you can only see a very short part.

Qiao Sinian held her hand: "Let's go, his tomb is not far away."

Ye Jiaqi followed Qiao Sinian almost like a rag doll. Her legs were very heavy. If Qiao Sinian hadn't pulled her, she wouldn't have been able to walk.

Zhuo Yuanhang's face flashed from time to time before her eyes, and she remembered the first time she met him.

In fact, they haven't known each other for long!

When he went up, Qiao Sinian protected her and held her hand tightly.

"He chose the cemetery himself." Qiao Sinian's voice was gentle. "He knew he had not had much time, so he personally picked a piece of land. He probably didn't want to go back to Hong Kong, so he chose to stay here."

"He has been prepared for a long time, but he probably didn't expect to save you once before leaving, save those children once, so he is great."

"So what's the matter with greatness... He's gone..." Ye Jiaqi cried, "I would rather he didn't save me. This time, I really can't pay him back. What I owe him will never pay back..."

"If he is still here, he must not want you to return it. You think he is a friend, and he also thinks you are a friend. What are the things to pay between friends?"

The voices of Qiao Sinian and Ye Jiaqi slowly drifted in the wind.

The wind was not strong, but the fog had not dissipated, and the forehead was filled with moisture.

Qiao Sinian grabbed her hand tightly.

Before he reached the tombstone, Ye Jiaqi saw Zhuo Yuanhang's tomb.

Zhuo Yuanhang in the photo is still as familiar to her.

As soon as he saw it, Ye Jiaqi burst into tears and cried: "Mr. Zhuo... Mr. Zhuo..."

Ye Jiaqi staggered over and broke free from Qiao Sinian's hand and ran towards the tombstone!

Qiao Sinian kept up with her big strides.

Ye Jiaqi almost fell down, and Qiao Sinian supported her in time!

He frowned slightly and hugged her waist: "Tell him what you have, and keep it in your heart forever after you finish it. After all, people can't be resurrected after leaving, so I'm sorry."

Misty.
Chapter completed!