After coming out of Han's enterprise, Xia Goodnight went to a place.

Zhang Tezhu wanted to accompany Xia Wan's night, but Xia Wan's refusal.

Zhang Tezhu did not force Xia to have a good night, and after sending her away, he thought that her face was not very good when she was separated, so he took his mobile phone and sent a message out.

The car drove along the road of the bustling city, sometimes smoothly and sometimes stop-and-go, and when passing through the fourth ring road, Xia Wanhao saw a flower shop on the side of the road, so he asked the master to park the car on the side of the road.

She went to the flower shop to pick up some flowers, and while the little girl in the flower shop helped her pack them, she went to the store next door and bought some things.

Returning to the car, it didn't take long for the car to drive out of the city, and the speed of the car suddenly increased, and it was close to noon when the car arrived at the cemetery.

"Do you need me to go up with you?" Master was the driver called by Zhang Tezhu, so when he got out of the car at the good night in the summer, he asked.

Good night Xia: "No thanks. ”

"Then I'll wait for you here."

Xia Wan'an smiled back with an extremely far-fetched smile, and walked down the steps with a bouquet of flowers and a bag to the depths of the cemetery.

After walking for about twenty minutes, Xia Wan'an stopped, she looked at the extremely luxurious tombstone built in front of her, and stood for most of the day before she slowly walked over.

With each step she took closer, the strength in her body weakened, and when she stood in front of the tombstone and looked at the familiar name engraved on it, she went limp, and her whole body fell to the ground.

The cemetery is damp, the flower baskets placed around it have not completely withered, and the photo of Han Jingnian on the tombstone is very young, wearing a suit, his eyebrows are cold.

Xia Wan'an looked at Han Jingnian in the photo for a long time before he spoke: "I'm coming to see you......"

The man in the photo looked at her quietly, unable to respond to her words.

"I didn't come to see you until now, you...... Will you blame me? ”

"Actually, I don't want to come, I subconsciously feel that as long as I don't come, as long as I don't see these things, you will still be ......"

Xia Wan's tone of speech, not hurried, not heavy, not light, I don't know if she cried too much a few days ago, today she has surprisingly dry eyes, no sign of dampness.

"You know what? I have a secret, I haven't told you, I don't tell you, I want you to be better, but I didn't expect that you left, so suddenly, obviously not long ago, you also gave my circle of friends a thumbs up......"

"That secret, this morning, is no longer a secret, my name is not Xia Wanwan, my name is Xia Goodnight...... Everyone knows the secret, but you'll never know it again......"

"Oh, I have other identities besides that, I'm Anan, my master is JO, I'm ...... Many, many works are designed for one person, such as "Years", "First Love", ...... Do you know why these works are not for sale? Because it's yours alone, I don't allow anyone else to share them...... It's a pity that you don't know these things until you die......"

"I met you when I was fifteen years old, and I married you when I was twenty-two, and you never thought to know me, what a pity...... Until you die, you don't know about me......"

Xia Goodnight still shed tears after all.

In the photo on the tombstone, the man's expression has not changed at all, and he still has that plain appearance.

(Fortunately, Vinegar Vinegar is not dead, if he dies, you won't know until he dies, these plots are going to explode!) ）