In June, Xilin City is exceptionally hot, and the sun is blazing to make people feel dizzy, but in the past few days, dark clouds have drifted from nowhere, shrouding the sky over Xilin City, and the light rain has been falling for two or three days.

The drizzle washed away the dusty leaves, houses and streets, but it could not wash away the sin, the resentment and injustice that had been precipitated in the heart for many years.

In the distance, I saw a girl in a black three-quarter sleeve and waist-cinching dress in the drizzle, with a pair of delicate and slender high heels on her feet, and with every step, her figure swayed like the willows, and the skirt danced rhythmically with the girl's advance.

The girl has a shawl and permed her hair, dancing with the wind, and the black dress makes her skin even more fair and lovely, with a pair of charming eyes, two curved eyebrows like Dai, a small face like a goose egg, delicate and white and tender with a watery glow, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the small mouth is red, and the soul can be hooked away at a glance.

Although the girl seems to be seductive, but the facial expression at the moment is indifferent, yes, in this drizzly weather, such a dazzling girl actually holds an umbrella alone, holding flowers in her hand, walking in this mausoleum-full Fu Cemetery, on the slender path, it makes people feel surprised.

The gaze of the mausoleum keeper followed the woman, and it was not until the end of the invisible figure that she shook her head fiercely, shivered, and muttered something that she didn't know what she was saying.

At this time, it is almost nightfall, at this time, especially in this weather, no one will come to visit the cemetery, let alone such a beautiful girl?

However, none of this can hinder Jiang Miyin, she is holding flowers in front of a tombstone at the moment, and the photo on the tombstone is a very handsome young man, with eyebrows like green peaks, but her eyes are as gentle as the moon.

It looks so green and sunny, but he has been buried in the ground for a long time, and with such a gentle gaze, Jiang Miyin can only feel it in this empty and silent cemetery.

Jiang Miyin gently stroked the photo on the tombstone with her hand, with tears in her eyes, her eyes were lonely, and she said in a condensed voice: "Shaosheng, are you okay?

After finishing speaking, he muttered to himself: "Yes, you are fine, this place is quiet and elegant, the scenery is beautiful, it is your favorite, I haven't seen you for a few years, but I miss you." ”

"Shaosheng, Shaosheng, hehe, you shouldn't call it this name, you should call it Changsheng, Changsheng is good......"

Jiang Miyin gently stroked the photo on the tombstone, her expression was desolate, ten years of life and death, hehe, ten years, how many things have changed in ten years? How many things have changed, but he has never changed his promise that day, Shaosheng, you wait for me......

It's time to pay the blood debt of those people.