After the sound of the high heels falling to the ground completely disappeared, Fang Zhihe turned his head to look at the windowsill again, the morning light at this time happened to be sprinkled on the pot of thousand leaves, and the small water droplets on the leaves emitted colorful light under the illumination of the morning light.

But there seemed to be a crack in the light, and when he looked closely, he didn't expect to see the spring of many years ago.

At that time, there was a soft back standing on the edge of the spring lake, and the surface of the lake was as calm as ......

Fang Zhihe's eyes became more and more blurry, but at the critical moment when the picture was about to transition, he pulled out suddenly.

Then, he stared silently for a while, and finally reached out and grabbed the key on the table, and strode out of the office.

Half an hour later, a black Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of a cemetery on the outskirts.

Compared with the urban area, it is unusually quiet here, and the temperature is low, Fang Zhihe pulled his collar, raised his legs and walked to a tombstone, the tombstone is blue-black, and it is engraved with four big characters of "Han Yingzhi's Tomb" in Lishu, and there is a black and white photo embedded directly above the word.

Fang Zhihe glanced at the photo, bent down and gently placed the cake box in his hand in front of the tombstone, and then began to be silent, with a silence of various thoughts, and I don't know how long time passed, he suddenly turned around and walked towards the black car parked on the side of the road.

A minute later, a large hand put on the handle of the door, and with a little force, the door was opened, and he was about to step in with his legs, when suddenly he noticed a black shadow reflected in the black window.

With a bang, the half-open door slammed shut, and a sharp gaze shot straight at the black shadow.

The black shadow was stunned for a moment when she heard the sound, and then a panicked look appeared on her face, and the cake box she had just picked up shook in her hand and fell to the ground, she looked down, raised her legs and quickly escaped from someone's field of vision.

After a long time, he finally withdrew his gaze, then reached out and took out his mobile phone from his jacket pocket, and skillfully dialed a string of numbers.

"What I asked you to look into, how's it going?"

"Oh, Han Ying does have a half-sister, named Feng Yu, she is the daughter born to Han Chunxue's first husband after she remarried Feng Wuhou, 20 years old this year, 163cm tall, thin, Feng Wu changed her surname to Han after being imprisoned the year before last. ”

"Han Yu?"

"Yes, it's Han Yu, Han Liang found her at the beginning of this year and arranged for her to study in the United States, but he unexpectedly stayed in China, and that's all for now. ”

"yes, got it!"

"That ......" Yan Jin wanted to speak and stopped, but finally spoke: "Are you in the cemetery?"

"Hmm!"

"Come back early, it's not very warm now, don't freeze. ”

Fang Zhihe hung up the phone after a faint "um", he lowered his head and glanced at the smiling face on the tombstone again, squatted down and stroked it gently.

This photo is actually the one-inch photo on the graduation certificate, the background color was originally blue, but after processing, it has become black, and the smiling face looks particularly beautiful against the black background, so beautiful that people pity it.

After a long time, Fang Zhihe stood up and stepped out of the cemetery again, opened the car door again and sat in, and then started the car smoothly.

The car galloped along the wide outer ring road, like a dark horse fighting on the battlefield, neighing and galloping......