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Lin Fan squatted in front of the tombstone and talked to herself, of course, no one would respond to her.

Thin raindrops rolled down the ends of her hair and landed on the corners of her eyes, and she raised her hand to wipe them gently.

There were footsteps behind her, and she didn't need to look back, but she also sensed who that person was.

Sheng Xingze held a black umbrella and silently raised it above her head.

"It's raining, let's go back."

Lin Fan said: "I want to stay here for a while. ”

Sheng Xingze no longer persuaded her, anyway, the rain was not heavy, so he simply put away the umbrella and put it aside.

"Jiao Xiaotang once looked for me and gave me something, so that I can hand it over to you at the right time." Sheng Xingze said as he opened the kraft paper bag in his hand.

There were several documents in it, he glanced at it, and said: "There are some property transfer documents, he transferred all the assets under his name to you, including 25% of Zhongheng's shares, and all the property inherited from the Tang family, including the house, real estate, jewelry, and artificial intelligence he developed as a hacker T." ”

The property catalogue listed a thick stack of papers, and just a cursory glance surprised Sheng Xingze.

Only talking about wealth, Zhongheng is indeed above the Sheng family.

But these wealthes that were enough to make Lin Fan jump onto the rich list did not cause her to be moved at all.

She quietly looked directly at Jiao Xiaotang's tombstone and asked, "Aside from these, did he leave any words?" ”

Sheng Xingze flipped through it, and at the end, there was a letter, just one page.

"He left a letter."

Lin Fan said urgently: "Can you read it to me?" What did he say? ”

Sheng Xingze said: "I didn't say anything, he left a poem, I'll read it to you." ”

Didn't say anything? Lin Fan's nose was sour, and tears slowly slipped out.

Sheng Xingze unfolded the letter paper and read:

"Please don't weep at my tombstone,

I'm not there, I don't sleep.

I am the wind that has been lifted a thousand times,

It's a diamond that sparkles in the snow.

I am the light that shines on the golden wheat,

It is a gentle autumn rain.

When you wake up in the silence of the morning,

I'm the one that rises in the air,

Birds flying quietly,

It is a star that twinkles gently at night.

Please don't weep at my tombstone,

I'm not there, I don't sleep. ”

When he began to read, Lin Fan's crying became louder and louder, and in the soft and slow voice, it was her continuous tears, carrying the irreversible past and irretrievable loss.

The wind of early spring, the light that shines through the clouds, and the birds that fly in the sky, in this quiet cemetery, I don't know how many joys and sorrows I have seen.

They won't understand, but they know everything.

The light rain fell thousands of drops, smudging on the paper, blurring the handwritten black ink into small corners, and the quietly arranged words were like floating fish, and the fragrance of ink shuttled in the wisps of wind.

Sheng Xingze carefully shook off the raindrops on the paper, folded them preciously, and put them back in the envelope.

Then he stood beside her, listened to her crying, and let out his sadness to his heart's content.

After enduring it for so long, she finally accepted the fact that Jiao Xiaotang would never come back.

"Brother Ze." After a long time, Lin Fan opened his mouth with a crying voice.

"Hmm." Sheng Xingze responded.

Lin Fan said: "Today, I originally went to Wen Yan with murderous intent, I wanted to kill him and completely relieve my pain, and then I might die, or maybe I would turn myself in." ”

Sheng Xingze didn't speak, and didn't ask her if she thought about him at the time.