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In the afternoon of the same day, Luo Tingsong and Song Fang's urns were delivered.

Tong Ran wore a pure white winter dress, and she kept it in her hand after the urn was delivered, and she didn't put it down.

The black sedan was waiting outside, the weather was very gloomy today, and the black clouds were overhead, and it seemed that it would rain at any time.

Monan Jue carried Tong Ran into the car.

The car soon left the Emgrand Dragon Garden, Chen An did not go, he sat in the living room, just lit a cigarette, the flames jumped out and burned his fingers, he hissed and shook off, and a burst of haze came to his heart.

Sensing that something was wrong, he took the key and got up and went back to his villa.

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Western Suburbs Cemetery.

Because Tong Ran insisted, Mo Nanjue didn't bring too many people, but just brought a few black-clothed people who followed closely.

The car soon drove to the periphery of the cemetery.

Tong Ran held the urn with both hands, she looked up, and suddenly said, "Just stop here." ”

The driver pulls the car over.

The man in black came over and pulled the car door, Tong Ran raised his eyes after getting out of the car, the cemetery was still the same desolate appearance, she still remembered that the last time she came, she came to sweep the grave with her aunt and uncle and Luo Xiao......

It's just that just a few months, she came again, and it turned out to be buried with their urns.

Is it ridiculous?

Life is really unpredictable, one second you are laughing in the crowded streets, and the next second you will be crouching in the deserted alley crying.

Mo Nanjue was wearing a pure black suit, his slender figure was straight and stylish, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on Tong Ran.

The two looked at each other.

Tong Ran walked to him with the urn, but did not get closer, her hands were extremely cherished, what she held in her hand was not two ordinary boxes, nor was it anything else, it was her relatives......

She didn't open her mouth for a long time, her eyes were always fixed on the urn, and her aunts and uncles were gone, and the world was ......

Tong Ran bit his lower lip, Mo Nanjue put his hands in his pockets, and the two stood facing each other for a while, the sky was gray and drizzling, and the man in black hurriedly held up a black umbrella.

Tong Ran felt that the top of her head was shrouded in dark clouds, she raised her head, only to find that it was an umbrella, she moved her steps and avoided the umbrella, her voice was very soft, "Mo Nanjue, I want to go in alone." ”

The man looked up at her.

Tong Ran looked directly at his handsome face, "You just wait for me here, don't let anyone follow me in...... I hope to leave my loved ones with the last trace of respect. ”

The corners of Mo Nanjue's eyes narrowed slightly, Luo Tingsong's shot was indeed fired by him, she couldn't let go, he understood this, the man nodded his head, "Okay." ”

Tong Ran's eyes still fell on his handsome face, and it took a long time to take it back, she didn't say anything, turned around and walked into the cemetery.

Monan Jue narrowed his eyes, staring at her slender back as she walked into the cemetery, the man reached out and pushed away the umbrella of the man in black next to him, letting the tiny raindrops fall on his body, he leaned his back against the car door, took out a cigarette, lit it and didn't move again.

The man in black also saw that his young master was in a bad mood, so he retreated to the side with interest.

In the cemetery, Tong Ran was holding the urn, and every step she took was extremely heavy, as if the dark clouds in the sky were pressing on her shoulders.

Over the years, she would come to visit her parents' graves every year, and at that time, she was accompanied by the two urns she was holding in her hands.