Without bothering the Sheng family's driver anymore, Seventeen put on sunglasses, flagged down a taxi downstairs in the apartment, and went to the cemetery where he was buried in the news last night.

She was also an unlucky ghost who died during filming.

It was already afternoon, the funeral was over, and the worshippers in the cemetery were leaving one after another.

Seventeen looked at those familiar and strange people from a distance, who were already people who had crossed paths with her in her previous life.

The actors, friends, directors, teachers, and even some celebrities who have only met her a few times all appeared at her funeral.

A reporter broadcast the funeral live, and Seventeen seemed to be watching a mime, which had something to do with her and didn't seem to have anything to do with it.

Suddenly, she saw Bai Mo at the front of the crowd, surrounded by two or three people, her eyes were always red, her face was sad, and she stubbornly helped her preside over the funeral in front of her family.

In March, the temperature was still low, and the wind gradually picked up.

When the last person left, only Bai Mo and her assistant Xiao Ai were left in front of the tombstone.

Shi Qi's tombstone is full of flowers and fruits, her popularity in the entertainment industry was quite good during her lifetime, but the best, of course, is Bai Mo.

There was no one at this time, Bai Mo closed his dry and red eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief with some tiredness.

Xiao Ai immediately said, "Sister Mo, you're tired, let's go back." ”

Bai Mo shook her head slowly, she opened her eyes again, staring at the photo on the tombstone with clear eyes, the photo she chose, Shi Qi's most beautiful appearance, she said in a low voice: "I'm afraid this is the best acting time in my life." ”

This low sigh melted softly in the wind.

After a while, she said again: "Shi Qi, you can rest in peace." ”

Seventeen saw that the crowd was gone, leaving Bai Mo alone still standing, as if still immersed in the grief of her death, and she suddenly had an urge to go over and tell her that she was actually alive, and let her not be so sad.

But this idea is also fleeting, and no one will believe it, even she herself has just lived as Zhao Seventeen.

But when she saw her friend sad, she still wanted to comfort her.

She thought that even if she changed as a different person, she and Bai Mo could get along and always become friends again.

She walked over gently.

Xiao Ai over there saw her first, and immediately pushed Bai Mo: "Sister Mo, there is another friend here." She thought she had come to worship the Queen.

Bai Mo twisted his eyebrows carefully, and when he turned around again, his face was sad and sad: "Hello, thank you for coming to see Shi Qi." ”

"Bai Mo." Seventeen took a step forward and took off the sunglasses off his face.

Bai Mo was stunned for a moment, and his brows furrowed, this is a face that is not unfamiliar, it has often been on the hot search recently, and there is only one reason why it can be remembered by her.

Her name!

Bai Mo's face was slightly cold, and he wrinkled his eyebrows to look at her: "I don't remember that you are Shi Qi's friend." ”

This girl group artist really does everything to rub the heat, even rubbing the name of the dead!

"My name is Zhao Seventeen, I want to come and see—"

"Please leave! Miss Zhao thinks that my friend's name and yours have the same pronunciation, and even this popularity has to be rubbed? I tell you, no way! Bai Mo interrupted her and said coldly.

Seventeen wanted to say something, Xiao Ai stepped forward and politely persuaded her to leave, "Miss Zhao, you better go, our Sister Mo hasn't rested for a few days for Sister Qi's business, she is already very tired." ”

"Okay." Seventeen saw Bai Mo's pale face and bloodshot eyes, and she felt a little distressed.

She finally glanced at her tombstone again, and said softly in her heart: Bai Mo, thank you.

Shi Qi, goodbye.