The wind outside the window blew on the face, and the coolness made people a little uncomfortable. Meng Qing in the car only felt helplessness. Deep helplessness. He was completely unaware that he was starting to think about these unnecessary things like a woman because of someone.

The half-open window reflected his somewhat melancholy face. Meng Qingli really felt that some things had changed, everyone had grown up in a blink of an eye, and everyone was unfamiliar in a blink of an eye.

The woman in the back seat of the car used to be so close to her. It's as if I was watching the fireworks by my side yesterday.

But when exactly did you go away? I don't know. Everyone walked and walked and dispersed. Walking and walking, the heart is not here with the other party.

It's so fast, so fast that they're running, so fast that we're screaming, so fast that they don't have time to think about these unnecessary things.

After letting out a sigh, Meng Qingli put aside the thoughts in his mind. Forget it, forget it. He stroked his forehead and leaned against the car glass.

How about love. Now we have to take one step at a time. Since there was no driver, the atmosphere inside the car was deserted.

Autonomous driving is always good. But it's too automatic, but it's impersonal. So he tried to bring up a new topic.

Meng Qingli looked at the wall calendar on his watch and found that it was already more than October.

October is a good season, and autumn is the time when the sky is cloudless and the sky is crisp. But something not so good happened in the autumn of a hundred years ago.

Yes, everything is inseparable from that war. Nothing can be done without that massacre.

October 15 is Yan Mo's death day. However, today is October 6th.

"Your sister's death day is coming." He looked up and spoke slowly. Then I heard the voice of the woman behind me reply:

"I know."

"Then have you figured out who you're going to take with you this year?"

"I don't have to bring anyone, I'll go by myself." Yan Ruo lowered his eyes.

The cemetery of the high-level of the demon clan is strictly under the jurisdiction of the special department of the demon alliance. If it is not a national legal holiday, it stands to reason that you should not go to visit the tomb.

Except, of course, the Yan family. Her family is the highest level of the Demon Alliance, and in addition to sweeping the grave according to the statutory festival, she is also specially allowed to bring her relatives to the grave on the day of her death to express her remembrance.

…… At first glance, these things sound quite sanctimonious.

Yan Ru has always been dismissive of these regulations. Yan Ruo didn't understand why the Demon Alliance even had to take care of such a thing as going to the grave of the dead. She had repeatedly proposed to the Alliance Leader that this law should be abolished. However, the approval has not been passed. The reason was the intervention of the Presbyterian Church.

The old stuff had to go to the grave, and every day they put on a stinky face, as if they wouldn't be buried in it.

In fact, Yan Mo back then was not buried in the high-level cemetery under the jurisdiction of the Demon Alliance. After the massacre of the demon clan was over, Yan Ruo returned from the battlefield covered in blood and holding an empty skeleton.

It was her sister, and even the head she had picked it up from the ground and installed it.

After the end of the war, the Council of Elders did not allow Yan Mo to enter the high-rise garden under the pretext that the body could not be identified. Although Yan Ruo was very angry and scolded in front of the presbyterian church for three days and three nights, in the end, she was helpless, so she picked a place with better feng shui for her sister on the mountain outside the eastern suburbs and buried it hastily.

At that time, her strength was not enough, so she could only be suppressed. Later, the power of the Intelligence Bureau slowly grew, and her sister's demon spirit team was also included in Yan Ruo's command, she grasped the real power step by step, and finally rehabilitated her sister, and the bones were moved back to Yuanling.

Now it's good. It's still cheaper for the old guys. By respecting the deceased and respecting the name of the ancestors, she pressed her again and again with things, and she couldn't even worship and sweep the tomb normally.

A few years ago, Yan Ruo finally couldn't help it, and ran to the Council of Elders to make a fuss, and there was no way to allow her to enter and leave the Yuanling at will, but at most, he was only allowed to enter and exit alone, Yan Ruo couldn't take a group of people in, and he could only follow a secretary or a bodyguard if he died.

A few years ago, when Luo Sheng was in the Demon League, he usually followed. There is no way, this kid is waiting for this day, and only this day can he sneak in to take a look at his dead wife under the pretense of being Yan Ruo's bodyguard.

But after Luo Sheng went to the human race last year, he never came back. So during this time, Yan Ruo has always gone to see her sister by herself.

In fact, it's not that I'm not used to it, it's just that for so many years, I've been used to having someone accompany me to visit my sister's grave on this day, but suddenly this person disappeared last year, and Yan Ruo always felt like she was empty in her heart.

She remembered what Luo Sheng said a few nights ago, then rubbed her eyebrows, leaned back slightly, and leaned helplessly on the back seat.

The guy said he didn't come back until the end of the year. Seeing that the next few days are coming again, it is estimated that my sister's death day, this kid will not be able to catch up again.

Whew-

Yan Ruo sighed, took out a cigarette from his bag and lit it, the moment the lighter was put down, the smoke in front of him was filled, and he seemed to see someone's smile in the haze, but before he could see the blurred shadow carefully, it was blown away in the wind again.

The blonde hair that was not fully tied up in the ears was slightly raised, and a cool autumn breeze swept across the neck. Yan Ruo squinted his eyes and looked out a little hopelessly. At this time, there was no hope in those clear eyes. Some are just full of apathy and sleepiness.

This expression fell into Meng Liqing's eyes through the rearview mirror outside the window. For a moment, his brow furrowed, and his chest was a little stuffy and painful.

It's that expression again. Maybe it was because he liked it, Meng Qingli had observed Yan Ruo's various expressions.

Laughing, angry, happy, hurting.

The expressions were like frame after frame of stop-motion animation projected in his head. However, these emotions are rarely present.

Especially laughing, Meng Qingli rarely saw Yan Ruoxiao, and the only time was the fireworks mentioned earlier.

On the other hand, the most common one of these stop-motion animations is actually this decadent expression now.

Maybe even Yan Ruo himself doesn't know.

When she is tired, she will unconsciously make such an expression, melancholy and desolate, and more revealing a kind of loneliness, loneliness engraved in her bones. At that moment, you will feel like a star falling from the sky.

But that's not the saddest, the saddest thing is that you can't comfort her.

You will feel that what you say is not right, as if it is useless to say anything.

Because you and she are not in the same world.