"Hmm—" The old man smiled and nodded, as if with deep meaning.

"Grandpa, then why didn't you answer what I just asked you?" She still voiced the question in her heart.

Grandpa's smiling face tightened because of these words, his smile cooled, his eyelids drooped, he looked thoughtfully at the shocking cemetery in front of him, and said lightly, "My lover and woman are buried here, and no one talks to me anymore, and over time, there are fewer words." ”

Shi Lan's heart trembled suddenly, it turned out that he was a lonely old man, so pitiful, a sour feeling surged into his heart, straight to his nose.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry to make you remember something sad." She choked up and blamed herself.

The uncle shook his head, "Child, it's none of your business, I work here every day, and I will remember it all the time." The old man wiped the corners of his wet eyes and comforted her.

"Then why don't you change jobs?"

Thinking that the uncle was so old, Shilan added, "Uncle, you are at this age, you can enjoy the benefits of the country, in fact, there is no need to come out to make money." ”

The old man waved his hand, "I just want to be here, I can be with my family every day, clean their graves, and arrange flowers and plants." ”

She completely enquired that everything the uncle did was for two words -- family affection, and unconsciously, her eyes moistened.

Through the conversation after that, Shi Lan thoroughly understood that the uncle's surname was Liu, and his lover and daughter were unfortunately killed in a car accident two years ago, leaving him alone.

His relatives are buried in the corner of this cemetery, and he has guarded this cemetery day and night for the past two years, guarding his relatives.

"Uncle, how long has Minnaxing's tomb been here?" Shi Lan asked abruptly.

"The second son of the Ming family was buried here two years ago, a few days before my lover and daughter."

Her eyes widened, and she had an inexplicable feeling in her heart that Ming Naxing's death was not so simple, after all, she was young, and the body of the person in the photo was also very strong.

"What's going on with him..."Shilan didn't want to say anything about things like illness, natural disasters, etc.

Uncle Liu paused before he was stunned, "He was killed." ”

"What? Killed? Her eyes widened so much that they were about to fall off, and she couldn't believe that the dignified second son of the Ming family would be killed.

Uncle Liu sighed heavily and nodded.

"Who's the murderer?" She asked eagerly.

"The case hasn't been solved yet."

The culprit hasn't been caught yet, to be exact, I don't know who killed it, Shilan was stunned and couldn't speak.

From his grandfather's faint words, Shilan finally knew some general situation, Ming Naxing was three years old, on a winter night two years ago, three gangsters sneaked into the Ming family's mansion to steal an important trade secret, and were bumped into by Ming Zeen and Ming Naxing, who happened to enter the study, during the fight, Ming Naxing was unfortunately stabbed, right in the heart, and then died suddenly.

A few days after the incident, when Ming Zeen went to the crematorium to pick up the ashes of his younger brother Ming Naxing, he happened to see him dragging the bodies of his wife and daughter and refusing to let them be cremated, saying that he wanted to be with his wife and daughter forever, and it was useless for the staff to persuade him. At this time, Ming Zeen stepped forward and told him that if he was given a place in the cemetery where he could see his wife and daughter every day, would he be able to let his wife and daughter be cremated and laid to rest?