Taking the umbrella from He Guan'er's hand, Mo Chunshan held the heavy and warm red, paced down the stairs, and got into the car waiting at the foot of the steps.

But the car didn't drive away right away.

He Wan'er stood on the top of the steps and waited for him to leave, but saw Meng Qianyang coming down from the cab and trotting up the steps.

He handed He Wan'er a black umbrella and said, "Our boss said that your umbrella is not suitable for use in funeral homes, so use this one first to avoid being rude." He's borrowed yours for the time being, and he'll get it back next time. ”

"Oh. He Wan'er took the black umbrella, a little dumbfounded.

"The boss also said that the wake here will be difficult at night, and he is too busy to come and accompany you at night. The boss asked me to tell Miss He to remember to eat more and not to be afraid of fat. ”

He Wan'er listened to it in his ears, and his heartbeat was out of order.

She spoke a little out of proportion today, but Mo Chunshan seemed to be the same.

It seems that some boundaries are slowly being broken, and He Wan'er is so engrossed that he unconsciously blushes and his heart jumps.

She watched the elegant 728 disappear away at the end of the road, and her heartbeat gradually calmed down.

Suddenly, I remembered what Mo Chunshan said about Mo Shuyi before.

He said at that time - a piece of liver, 200 million yuan?

So this is the hidden message behind Mo Shuyi's complicated glance at Mo Chunshan? And the 200 million yuan is the money that Mo Chunshan used to operate in the capital market and used to acquire Tongcheng Road and Bridge after multiplying it several times?

He reappeared in the world ten years later, and he used this money to make a comeback?

He Wan'er forced herself not to think about these things, but like a small pebble falling into a calm pool, there were ripples in circles, no matter how much she wanted to divert her attention, she could no longer be quiet.

The sound of mourning in the mourning hall behind him was intermittent, and He Guan'er took a deep breath and turned around to walk.

Gu Nian is straightforward, and he has a lot of friends when he was alive, and many classmates came from Zhongxian to offer condolences, and even came from Shanghai.

There are not many people coming and going, but they always have to arrange room and board, and Sister Gu is not familiar with the place of life in Gyeongju, so He Wan'er is busy with this stall.

Mo Shuyi didn't even leave, and kept guarding the mourning hall. He was a lot more knowledgeable and obedient, He Wan'er ignored him, and he would not take the initiative to provoke, so he was safe all day.

He Wan'er ran errands all day, and when there were fewer people coming and going in the Night Spirit Hall, she felt tired in the gradually lonely night.

Just as he was saying that it was time to change and go to dinner, someone brought him food.

A small van pulled a sorting box so many insulated food boxes, and the food boxes were wrapped with layers of tin foil, which were still a little hot in their hands, and it seemed that the insulation measures were quite good.

The food box said that the food was produced in a well-known restaurant, and it must be much better than the boxed lunches sold in the funeral home canteen.

He Wan'er thought that it was Sister Gu who ordered it, but subconsciously felt that they would not be so luxurious from the countryside.

When asked, it turned out to be arranged by Caijia, and the reason was quite justified - Mo Shuyi caused trouble to everyone here, so Mr. Mo sent dinner to express his gratitude.

Cai Jia probably couldn't estimate how many people ate here, those meals were enough for seven or eight people, each person had two boxes of dishes and one box of lunch, and He Waner's was a separate portion.

Mainly meat, no pork, the taste is light and even the sauce is light - obviously, this one has been specially advised, as for who the person is, of course He Waner can guess.

During the meal, Sister Gu sat opposite her, and while eating, she looked at He Wan'er with a smile and a deep meaning in her eyes.

He Guan'er was a little hot to see, buried his head, and pretended to concentrate on eating.

After dinner, Shipan Mountain became more and more silent, the staff of the funeral home had already left work, and the cemetery was solemn, only the sound of the wind blowing through the pine and cypress waves.

Sister Gu and his wife were very grateful to He Guan'er for his help, and said that they would not let He Guan'er stay to guard the spirit, and let her go back to rest quickly.

He Guan'er couldn't resist the eldest sister, and thought that Mo Shuyi was also here, so he changed the original intention of keeping the spirit all night.

She saw that the incense stick in front of Gu Nianling was about to burn out, so she cleaned her hands and put on another stick of incense.

Holding the pillar of incense and standing in front of Gu Nianling, He Wan'er heard the sound of small footsteps approaching behind him, and then heard the movement of Sister Gu stepping forward to greet people.

He Wan'er was a little strange that someone came so late, and when he turned around after the incense, he realized that the person behind him was familiar and a little unfamiliar silhouette.

A woman stood behind her, with neat short hair, a slightly round face, wheat-colored skin, and slender eyes.

She wore a camel-colored trench coat, a checked cashmere scarf of the same brand around her neck, a simple Tote bag in her hand, and an indescribable look between her eyebrows.

He Wan'er saw the person clearly, and couldn't suppress his surprise: "Boss, is it really you?"

The tavern by the Quling River was once He Waner's favorite holy place to pass the time.

At night, under the cover of not so bright lights, in a low noise, she drinks, chats, complains, and decompresses with friends and sisters, which is most suitable for her who loves to be lively.

This night, old friends reunited, but He Guaner's mood was not as relaxed as it should be.

"I didn't expect Gyeongju to be so good now," Hu Qin said with a smile, "There are so many high-rise buildings, which are not inferior to those so-called international cities." ”

He Guan'er tugged at the corners of his mouth and replied casually: "Now every city is like this, if you go to a few more places, you will find that they are similar." ”

"I also want to have more time, but unfortunately there are too few holidays and too much work. Hu Qin replied helplessly, took a sip of sparkling wine in the cup, and said, "It's not as good as China, everything depends on my ability to speak, I have no way out but to fight a little." ”

After five years in the United States, Hu Qin has changed a lot.

She was silent a lot, and seemed to have been worn away by time with a little untimely edges and corners, and she could express her views more mellow and peacefully, unlike before when she said three words to He Wan'er, two of them were like quarrels.

Hu Qin did not become a policeman after graduation, she decided as early as her junior year to continue her studies, and also gave up the major of criminal investigation, and was admitted to a graduate school of political science and law in China to study law.

She was originally from the imperial capital, her family background was good, and when she was enrolled in school, she naturally grew up in the arrogance of the imperial city, and He Guan'er, who was upright and short-tempered, looked down on each other at first.

Later, they quarreled but had a different kind of feelings, although He Guan'er was not as good as Gu Nian, but the relationship was also very good.

On that day, He Guan'er sent her the news of Gu Nian's death, which was just a momentary feeling, and Hu Qin did not reply to her WeChat after that.

As a result, she traveled thousands of miles across the ocean to return to China, just to see Gu Nian for the last time.