The next morning, Zonggu lying on the hotel bed woke up early.

In order not to be influenced by Chaoyang, he completely attracted the curtains of the floor -to -ceiling window before going to bed, but the time to wake up naturally was earlier than yesterday.

"Because I am going to see them today ..."

Looking at the ceiling for a while, Zonggu couldn't get other conclusions.

Falling towards the fogling beside, keeping the habit of the past, not inch.

Pull the quilt to her chest, Zonggu sat up, and got out of bed from the other side.

The Tanabata Festival has ended, and the decoration of various paper flowers, color balls and green bamboo festivals on the street has not been completely removed. The long ribbon falls down and retain the passing pedestrians.

Even if you are reluctant, not many people are willing to stay.

Standing next to the window and looking back, Zonggu turned his head and looked at the fog bell sitting.

"Bell wakes up."

"Um."

"Then get up. After breakfast, let's go to the cemetery together."

"Um."

When she was dressed in her in the past, Zonggu saw that the phone on the bed was flashing.

When I picked up, Hongzi sent him a message at more than two o'clock last night, and he had been sleeping deeply at that time.

Hongzi: What is Qian? What do you say to Zong Gu?

"..."

Zong Gu couldn't help sighing, hoping that time could flow back a few seconds, and it would be good to return to himself before seeing this news.

He didn't want to be troubled by this matter when he went to the grave.

"Did she know too."

After looking at the news, Chao Ling looked at him again. Last night, she already knew the abnormalities of Tong Ye Qian.

"Tong Ye probably said to her." Zonggu said.

She didn't think it was big at all, but instead instigated, "Ask her what to do, choose you or choose her."

"..."

Zonggu left the phone and mentioned the thin cloth between her calfs, and pulled it to the leg of the leg to release.

Stand up in the bed in the fog bell and adjust it yourself.

"You are escaping."

Zonggu picked up another underwear, "I don't want myself to get up, and I have to face this kind of thing before I have eaten breakfast."

She put on his shoulder, "You are escaping."

"Yes ... I'm just escaping. Let me go back."

"Just you."

"This kind of thing can only be said clearly when face -to -face, isn't it?"

"Um."

"This is also to better solve the problem ..."

"Just escape."

"All right."

After holding for a while, she released her hand, and he continued to wear clothes for her.

Staring at his face for a while, he suddenly bowed his head towards the fog bell, kissed on his forehead.

Zonggu just looked at her, put the shirt up, and then tied the buttons.

"Is it a couple today?"

"Um."

Dress, the two went downstairs to eat breakfast, and then set off to sweep the grave. There are several places to go today.

The weather was fine, and it was not until the hot. Zonggu pulled towards the fog bell on the tram and returned to the place where he lived many years ago.

"It's so soon ... I always thought it was a far place here."

After walking out of the station, Zonggu looked around for a while, looking at the familiar and strange area in front of him.

The earthquake and the monstrous tsunami seem to be yesterday, and the new city has been rebuilt on the ruins.

"Every time I return here, I feel different from the time when I came back last time."

"Um."

"Ten years have passed since the great earthquake. I heard from Teacher Dansheng that those who fled their homes for refuge now seem to be gradually returning here."

Chao Wu Ling nodded again.

Taking a deep breath, Zonggu finished his memories, took her hand, "Let's go, let's go to the flower shop first."

"good."

Following the route in his memory, Zonggu successfully found the flower shop he used to frequent, and the cemetery was not too far away.

"Fortunately, this place is still in business."

The two of them walked over and saw all kinds of flowers in baskets or small pots. They were colorful and filled the shop and outside. They were fresh and beautiful.

The sun is bright and the flowers are full, which is the freshest time.

“Welcome.”

There were two people busy in the store. When a customer came to the door, one of the clerks came over and said, "Hello, what flowers do you need?"

Zonggu lowered his head and glanced among the flowers, and first selected a few bunches of white and yellow summer chrysanthemums.

"This, and this... take two more branches."

"Okay." The clerk picked up the flower branches, "Are these enough?"

He paused for a while, then pointed to a cluster of red chrysanthemums next to him, "Let's get two of these too."

"OK."

The clerk picked two branches, while Soya watched from the side. He also walked into the flowers, picked a few branches, and handed them to him.

"That's all."

"Okay, please wait."

The clerk took the flowers to pack, and Sogu followed him, preparing to pay.

"Mom likes red flowers."

"Yes." Chaogiri Ling held his hand.

After paying the money and taking the bag containing a large bunch of chrysanthemums, the two left the flower shop and walked to the cemetery.

"I remember it was this way."

"Um."

After walking for a while, the two stopped at the traffic light at the intersection.

Zonggu held the flowers in one hand and held Chaogiri Suzu in the other hand. He looked at the hillside in front of him and asked, "Are you tired?"

"fine."

This was not the first time she had come here. She had accompanied him several times before when he was still in the children's welfare home.

"I used to take my uncle's car here... I didn't realize it took so long to walk from the flower shop to the cemetery."

"Um."

Zong Gu almost never came alone.

Every year on his parents' memorial day, a relative in the family would come to pick him up at the station. After sweeping the grave together, they would basically take him home for a meal, then send him to the station, or drive him directly back to the orphanage.

The red light turned green, the two of them crossed the road and continued forward.

The cemetery is halfway up the mountain. Soya and Asagiri Suzu climbed up the stairs for the first time, but they were not too tired. When they arrived at the parking lot, the cemetery was right in front of them.

Stopping at the top of the stairs, Soya looked at the cemetery above and straightened up.

"There's no one here today."

Chao Wuling took half a step behind, holding his arm, slightly out of breath, "Today is just an ordinary day..."

"That's right."

In the past, when he came here, the cemetery would be full of people who came to visit their graves on the same day - many people's funerals fell on the same day.

“It feels a little deserted.”
To be continued...