Jiang Family Cemetery.

The old man changed into plain clothes and knelt beside a tombstone, his face sad and heartbroken. Tear stains on his face, sobbing out of grace.

Lying in it is his favorite son!

The old man's voice trembled like sand rolling and rolling in it. The clear eyes were covered by big drops of tears coming out of their eyes, and they looked cloudy and blurry.

Full of luxuriant, meticulously trimmed hair, messy in the breeze. The bluestone slabs were hard and cold, and there were years of moss, and they smelled of fishy dampness.

The old man knelt on it without care, and his knees, which had been pampered for many years, must be bruised.

His eyes were fixed on the tombstone at the grave in front of him, and his eyes shone with indescribable brilliance. There is regret, there is pain, there is struggle......

"Boss, I've come to see you......"

His pupils were blood-red, and he pulled Jiang Liang beside him: "And Brother Jiang'er......"

Jiang Liang's expression was fluttering, as if he was out of bounds. The bones buried under this tablet belong to his father.

His father, who he had never met, his father who died at a young age, his father who abandoned his own children to pursue his wife......

It's really ruthless, and it's lovely......

Jiang Liang suddenly became a little jealous of them......

They went away happily and happily to themselves.

He was left alone, suffering from the sufferings and storms of this world.

Jiang Liang was a little self-deprecating and pulled the corners of his mouth.

More than 20 years have passed in a flash, and several years have passed in a flash. Who still remembers that the eldest prince of Jiang who was once famous in the imperial capital.

In terms of years, it's just an extra pair of red faces and dry bones.

Jiang Liang thought a little boredly that there was nothing worthy of his nostalgia in the long world.

The only person worthy of his nostalgia has long gone.

When he warmed his devastated and scarred chest, when he gave her a sincere heart without reservation, when he decided to abduct her home and treat her well for the rest of his life......

Abandon him without any regrets.

He was the only one left......

In my mind, a beautiful and unparalleled face slowly emerged......

She said she had no name and no surname, only one word: Ning

often dreams back at midnight, he can only call her dejectedly, Ning Ning, Ning Ning.

How unfortunate, how pathetic!

She said she liked roses, but she couldn't smell them. Jiang Liang knew that as soon as she smelled the roses, she would get drunk......

So I also developed this strange habit.

It seemed like it would be a step closer to her......

She said that she likes handicrafts, and a pair of skillful hands are ever-changing, weaving handicrafts with aura.

Those skillful hands, Jiang Liang has long wanted to touch them. It's small and white, and it must be fragrant and soft to the touch.

Although in the end, he didn't touch it, which became a permanent regret in his heart......

Subconsciously raised his hand and touched the string on his chest.

Through his clothes, he felt the thin temperature inside, like his hot heart......

It was given by her, and it was originally a braided bracelet, but he changed it into a necklace.

Here the centrifugal port is the closest.