Since the heart transplant, Xiao Ai's body has become more and more healthy, and the new heart seems to be her own, without any abnormalities. The doctor also wondered that there were zero signs of rejection, which was a medical miracle.

Today, the weather is also exceptionally sunny, Xiao Ai bought a bouquet of carnations and went to the cemetery to visit her deceased mother.

In the solemn cemetery, under the cold tombstones, there is a sleeping undead.

A bouquet of carnations is gently placed in front of the grave, and flowers send mourning. She thought that she would never be able to come here again in this life to pay tribute to her longing mother.

The joy of childhood with my mother is presented in my mind one by one at this time. Two lines of hot tears rolled down involuntarily.

Moment,

Say goodbye to your mother and turn around. Suddenly, I saw a man also paying tribute to his relatives, his back was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

The footsteps of the way came to a standstill, and when I looked intently, the broad shoulders were trembling in Weiwei, and I must be crying faintly!

Yes! The memories left by the deceased are good memories for the people who are still alive. Only memories can retain the beauty that was lost in the past. Once you pass away, you can't catch it if you want to, and you can't keep it if you want to. Only the tears that can't help but tell how fortunate it is to have it and how far away it is to be able to live it all over again.

When Xiao Ai approached the man, she was surprised to find that the photo on the tombstone was actually the "female ghost" she dreamed of every day.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other, she was not a simple photo.

She's winking at Xiao Ai!

The corners of his mouth showed a cold smile, a strange sigh or the helplessness of bad luck......

Xiao Ai's heart was beating violently, and her breathing was short. I wanted to open my mouth to speak, but the muscles in my body seemed to stiffen. There was not the slightest sound.

The man turned to leave, and when he saw a girl with a pestle behind him, he was startled at first, and later realized that this girl was not the same librarian who was helping him out.

At this time, Xiao Ai had already recovered from his surprise and said, "You...... Why are you here, and who are you the girl you memorial? What she wanted to know most at this moment was the true identity of this girl. So I asked abruptly regardless of politeness.

The man pondered for a moment, "It's my girlfriend, and today is the 100th anniversary of her death, so I'm here to pay tribute to her." ”

100 days! This is clearly an important day to sacrifice to the dead.

After the "Seven Sevens", 100 days of the return of the dead!

Xiao Ai thought about it again, so wasn't the time of her death on February 14th, Valentine's Day?

This answer made Xiao Ai feel five thunders bang and his head buzzed. Although I had already guessed it in my heart, I still couldn't believe it, the truth came too fast and too fast. The body trembled unconsciously, and he held his head with both hands, and there was a sharp pain......

The man hurriedly stepped forward to help her, and said with concern, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Xiao Ai looked at the man who had been rescued, and looked at the posthumous photo again. He said suddenly in his heart: "Everything is not a coincidence, it was arranged by her, and our meeting is a continuation ...... in the dark."