The person in the photo is Lin Huan.

Lu Changqing got up and picked up the phone, his arm trembled a little, clicked on the address book, and found Enron's number.

"Eldest sister, what's wrong with Lin Huan?" Lu Changqing's tone trembled a little.

"You know? I wanted to hide it from you first, but her situation is more complicated. An Ran was silent for a moment, and said in a somewhat low tone.

Then he explained the cause and effect.

"Any news?"

"I have asked the relevant departments of other provinces and cities for help, after the first contact, it is certain that Lin Huan seems to have lost her memory, and she has no impression of the previous things at all. ”

After listening to An Ran's words, Lu Changqing was silent for a while, when your ability is not enough to solve all problems, you have to accept reality.

After chatting with An Ran for a while, and after saying goodbye, Lu Changqing hung up his phone.

It's unimaginable how sad Lin Huan's disappearance + amnesia would be if her parents knew.

Lu Changqing looked at Wang Yao and Tang Xiaobao in the garden, he wanted to ask about how to deal with Tang Wan'er and Tang Xiaobao, but now he was not in the mood.

He had only one thing on his mind.

After hurriedly saying hello to Wang Yao and Tang Wan'er, Lu Changqing left No. 317 Huixing Road.

......

Five hours later, Kuncheng, Yunnan Province, 20:40.

After getting off the plane, Lu Changqing looked at this unfamiliar city that he should be familiar with.

Lu Changqing's parents are from Kuncheng, Yunnan Province, but when he was not born, his parents were already out to do leather wholesale, and he remembers that when he was a child, he traveled between various cities with his parents.

Subsequently, the family had their own house in Shanghai, which was considered to be stable.

However, the happiness did not last long, and in the winter of 2011, I remember that winter when the snow fell a lot.

On the way to Wucheng to purchase, my parents encountered a tunnel collapse and left them forever.

Subsequently, his family's house in Shanghai was transferred to his name by his own uncle in the name of his guardian, and he was swept away.

If it weren't for the relief and scholarship that my parents had in business at the time, I would have frozen to death on a street.

Lu Changqing said self-deprecatingly.

"Where's the duck, young man?" A taxi stopped in front of Lu Changqing, interrupting Lu Changqing's memories, and the driver was an uncle in his early 50s.

Lu Changqing came to his senses, and it turned out that unconsciously, he came to the taxi pick-up area with the flow of people.

The evening breeze blows, and it is slightly cool.

This has to be said, if anyone dares to say in front of him that Kuncheng will not be cold in all seasons, he will definitely blow up the other party's dog's head, if you listen to this sentence and go to Kuncheng with very few clothes, then congratulations, you can mention the beautiful frozen package.

Only those who have actually been to Kuncheng in winter understand that the four seasons of spring only exist in legends, maybe they used to be, but now they are definitely not.

"Go to the West Hill Cemetery. Lu Changqing pondered for a moment and said.

Taxi Driver: "???"

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He was a little suspicious that he had misheard.

I'm afraid it's not a psychotic or demon-possessed, right? Meow, you came here on a plane at night just to go to the cemetery???

It's not too scary, is it!!

According to the grapevine from the road, it is said that the cemetery is not very stable at night.

At this time, where can I go!

Don't go, resolutely don't go!!

Don't go to the death!

"Ahem, little brother, it's not a matter of money, I'm a relatively timid person, I don't dare to go at night, why don't you find another one, little brother?" The taxi driver said cautiously.

"800 pieces. Lu Changqing said lightly. Who is he? He is Lu, Bu Bad, Qian Changqing.

"Okay, get in the car and sit down. ”

Well, that's fragrant.

There were many flower shops and fruit shops in front of the airport, and Lu Changqing bought a bouquet of red roses, a bouquet of yellow/chrysanthemums and a few boxes of fruit on the way.

Looking at the flowers Lu Changqing bought, the expression on the face of the taxi driver's uncle became more and more weird.

Special meow scared to death, okay, I went to the cemetery in the middle of the night, and I bought red roses...

The driver's uncle wanted to ask, but looking at Lu Changqing's somewhat expressionless face, he swallowed the words in his throat and drove silently.

In Xishan Cemetery, the taxi driver's uncle put Lu Changqing down and left in a hurry. No way, from the airport to Xishan Cemetery, the distance is not very close, it took almost 40 minutes, plus November, it gets dark relatively quickly, and the cemetery at 21 o'clock at night is simply not too gloomy.

In the guard room of Xishan Cemetery, an old man with gray hair, a wrinkled face, and a dry tobacco pouch in his mouth raised his head.

After seeing that it was Lu Changqing, the corners of the old man's mouth rose slightly.

"Grandpa Zhou, I've come to see you. Lu Changqing picked up a box of fruit and walked to the guard room.

"Xiao Changqing, I'm coming to see your parents again. Grandpa Zhou in Lu Changqing's mouth said with a smile.

"Yes, I suddenly missed them, so I came over, and by the way, I came to see you, Grandpa Zhou. Lu Changqing said with a smile.

"You're breaking the bill for me again, a bad old man. The old man said with a smile.

"Where, these are all careful, not anything. ”

Lu Changqing put the fruit in the guard room, walked out again, and brought in the remaining boxes of fruits.

"Grandpa Zhou, then I'll go first. Lu Changqing piled a few boxes of fruit in the corner and said to the gray-haired old man.

"Well, go ahead, this house smells of dry smoke, and it's not good for young people. The old man spat out a puff of dry smoke and said to Lu Changqing, his eyes full of love.

Looking at the old man with more and more wrinkles on his face, Lu Changqing was in a trance.

He only remembered what his father said: Fallen leaves always return to their roots.

In the year of his parents' death, he held his parents' ashes altar and took a three-day and two-night train from Shanghai to Kuncheng alone, and hired someone to help bury his parents in Xishan Cemetery.

On the day of the burial, it rained so hard that everyone left, and he knelt in front of his parents' tombstones in the heavy rain and cried for a long, long time.

Later, a large black umbrella with a hole was silently propped up from behind him, and a leaning figure appeared beside him, silently helping him cover the rain, and criticizing his somewhat shabby coat on him.

Lu Changqing bowed to the old man and walked into the cemetery with roses and yellow/chrysanthemums in his arms.

In the middle of the night, the cemetery was quiet, Lu Changqing walked on the path of the cemetery, and the sound of falling leaves on the ground could be heard clearly.

Lu Changqing walked towards a certain place in the cemetery with ease.

"Mom and Dad, I've come to see you and brought your favorite flowers. ”

Lu Changqing squatted down, put the red roses and yellow/chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone, and said quietly.

The tombstone is engraved with the names of Lu Changqing's parents, Lu Ping, Mu Yunying, Yunying who saw Yunying and loved Qing.

Lu Changqing squatted in front of the tombstone, chattering about his experience during this time, starting from the day he woke up from the strange meteor shower, meeting the virtual adult, and waking up.

He couldn't find anyone to talk to about these experiences, even if it was his friend Wang Yao.

"Dad, Mom, I'm a very powerful cultivator now, and I've joined a very powerful department, although I can't pick the sun, moon and stars by hand now, but it's going to get better and better..."

Lu Changqing babbled for a long, long time, but unfortunately, he never got a response.

He always remembered that at that time, although he had his own house in Shanghai, but due to business, his parents often had to go out, and every time he promised to stay with him, he often missed the appointment in the end, and his mother most often sent him a text message: Mom and Dad can't come back today, the meal is ready for you, and you can warm up when you go home from school.

At that time, he didn't understand, and every time he went home, he threw his mother's cooked food on the ground, and then went out to eat by himself.

Every time my mother came home, she didn't say anything, just silently cleaned up the broken dishes and chopsticks, wrapped them in tape, and put them in the trash.

"Mom, I really miss you...."