Behind the tombstone is also a clearing with grass and various small flowers, and at the end, there is a forest.

The music was still playing, and it seemed to be coming from the woods.

I nervously followed the boss through the meadow and into the woods.

There are several rows of trees in the woods, and the boss comes to a tree and squats down, gently picking up the bushes below, and I also squatting down and looking curiously out of the open bushes.

I finally know where the music comes from.

It turned out that the other side of the forest was also a cemetery, and there were many people in black clothes standing in the cemetery, and there was a band playing music.

I knew immediately whose grave it was, because I saw a few familiar figures almost at first sight, Zhang Li, Zhang Qihua, several employees of the Zhang Group, and a few people at the memorial service just now.

Zhang Li was holding a square box in his hand, and was bending down to put the box into a coffin at this time, Zhang Qihua was standing next to him, watching his son do all this, his face expressionless.

Then a few people stepped forward to close the coffin, the music paused, and some people said words and gestures on one side, and then everyone in the room bowed their heads in silence.

Looking at the coffin, I couldn't help but feel sad in my heart, when I came out of the memorial service, TRACY was still lying in the crystal coffin intact, I didn't expect to see her again in a small box, I originally planned to come here to see her off, but I didn't expect the episode at the memorial service to make me leave early, but, even more unexpectedly, I am now hiding in this grove, in this way to see her leave.

The silent ceremony over there was soon completed, and everyone raised their heads again, and the person who had just made the gesture should be the master of ceremonies, and he said something again, and a few people walked to the coffin, put the coffin in a few ropes, lifted it, and slowly put it into the pit dug in the cemetery.

Everyone's attention was on the coffin, and I suddenly saw Zhang Qihua looking over here.

I was startled, almost thought he had discovered me, but he just looked at this side and didn't make any other movements, I was so scared that I didn't even dare to breathe too loudly, and after a while, I felt so nervous that my muscles began to ache, but Zhang Qihua stopped looking at this side again, and he moved his gaze back to the coffin of Tracy, which had been carried into the pit.

There was a false alarm, I exhaled a long breath, only to find that the boss had been silent for so long, I turned my head to look at him, and I saw a little gloom on his face, and mockery.

"Are you alright?" I asked him softly.

The gloom and mockery disappeared from his face in an instant, and he became the boss who didn't care about anything again.

"It's okay!" he smiled at me.

Although I was rough, I still guessed what he was feeling just now.

TRACY'S GRAVEYARD OVER THERE, HIS MOTHER'S GRAVE OVER THERE, THEY BOTH LOVED THE SAME MAN, AND FOR THIS REASON, THEY WERE LEFT AT A YOUNG AGE BY THE SAME PERSON IN THE SAME WAY, AND NOW THEY ARE BURIED IN TWO ADJACENT CEMETERIES.

I DON'T KNOW WHO CHOSE TRACY'S CEMETERY, IT SHOULD BE EITHER ZHANG QIHUA OR ZHANG LI, AND I DON'T KNOW WHO CHOSE THE BOSS'S MOTHER'S CEMETERY, PROBABLY MORE THAN HALF OF IT IS HER HUSBAND ZHANG LIHUA.

But I don't understand very much, why the person who chose the cemetery for TRACY chose the cemetery next to Zhang Yiru's cemetery, whether this is deliberate or just a coincidence, but I think the probability of a coincidence is actually very low, could it be that Zhang Li or Zhang Qihua didn't know that Zhang Yiru's cemetery was here?

So it's deliberate, but why did this arrangement be made? Would ordinary people, not to avoid suspicion, deliberately keep the graves of the two people as far away as possible? Why should they be so close to each other, it can't be just to make it more convenient for the two to sweep the graves at the same time?

Alas, the way of thinking of the family in this chapter is really more difficult to fathom than the other, and the generation is more and more unfathomable.

What I'm talking about is unfathomable, and of course it includes the boss.

If it were me, I might have collapsed before forty-nine days, but now it seems that the more time is approaching, the more and more things I know about the truth, the more calm he becomes, and even if there is a little other emotion, it always flashes like lightning and disappears.

Sometimes I don't know if his psychological quality is getting better and better, or if he is hiding his emotions deeper and deeper, sometimes he should be in a bad mood, but once he faces me, he always has the most relaxed expression, so I can't figure out him.

THE CEREMONY AT THE TRACY CEMETERY ENDED QUICKLY, AND IN JUST OVER HALF AN HOUR, A NEW TOMBSTONE HAD BEEN ERECTED IN THE ORIGINAL OPEN SPACE.

After squatting for so long, I don't feel numb in my legs, because most of the time, I sit on the boss's knees and am held up by him.

But looking at it, I suddenly had no interest, and I didn't want to continue looking, the newly erected tombstone, and the photo on the tombstone that could be seen from so far away, although I couldn't see it clearly, I could guess from a distance that it was the same photo hanging at the door at the memorial service, all of which made me feel a little depressed.

I simply stood up and left the bush and the tree, and I felt the boss stand up too, and I didn't look at him, I turned and walked out of the woods, and sat down on the grass on this side of the woods.

The boss sat down next to me.

I bent my knees, rested my arms on them, rested my chin on my arms, and stared at the back of Zhang Yiru's tombstone not far away.

In fact, I don't seem to think about anything, my thinking is actually numb, but I just can't lift my emotions, I only feel that there are two tombstones in my head, one in front of me, and one in front of me, and the new one I just saw, alternately, and I can't say what I think about or whether I think about it at all.

The boss didn't say anything, and sat in the same position as me for a while, then he stretched out his arms around my waist and let me lie on his side on his lap.

I lay obediently, letting his fingers curl my hair round and round.

None of us thought about leaving.

Later, looking at Zhang Yiru's tombstone, I suddenly thought, after a person dies, if his soul does not leave and is buried with his body, then what should it be like to lie here for 21 years? Will the past grievances and hatreds still remain in my heart? Or have they already disappeared with the passage of time?

But what about those who are alive? Can they all let go of what happened in the past over time? Maybe some things they can, but maybe some of them have been engraved in their hearts like an imprint, and they will think about it in their hearts for a lifetime, stubborn for a lifetime, entangled for a lifetime, and even miserable for a lifetime.

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