Qianyin immediately took out 200 yuan from the bag and put it in the old man's hand, and picked the most beautiful and reddish red roses in it. Holding it in his hand, he looked at the tombstone in front of him again, thought about it and smiled, and then bent down slightly to put the rose in front of the tombstone.

At this time, the old man's eyes flashed with gold, as if he was happy, and immediately put the money into his clothes. Then he looked at Mo Lan and An Feng with a smile, and asked in his eyes: Miss, young master, do you want to buy flowers

An Feng and Mo Lan first looked at the surrounding tombstones to see if anyone was there. Why didn't they feel the presence of this old man before?

Hearing the old man's words, the corners of Mo Lan and An Feng's mouths twitched vigorously, this old man is crazy about money, he came to the cemetery to buy things, is he not afraid that someone will look for him

But at this time, they really needed to buy flowers, An Feng immediately took out 400 yuan and handed it to the old man, took two bouquets of flowers, put them in front of the tombstone, and then quietly watched with Qianyin. But the old man did not intend to leave, but kept staring at them.

Mo Lan and An Feng looked back at the strange old man from time to time and didn't say anything else, just curious why the old man hadn't left yet, whether he didn't have enough money or wanted to see what they were going to do

Qianyin put all her heart on the "cold-blooded" tombstone, and then stared at it seriously for a long time before looking back at Mo Lan and An Feng, and only then did she notice the strange old man.

"Grandpa, why don't you leave here to hear what we say or don't think the money is enough" Qianyin is a straight person, seeing that this person is a little unhappy here, she wants to drive An Feng and Mo Lan away, what is this old man doing here as an outsider

"Don't get me wrong, I just want to ask you, do you want to use money for the dead, I don't think you have experience. And a stick of incense, do you want it?" the old man didn't see it at all, ran behind and brought another basket of incense sticks and white paper.

At this time, not only Mo Lan and An Feng's corners twitched, but even Qianyin couldn't help but roll her eyes. How can this old man be so good at doing business, doing business all here?

"Get me a copy of both." Qianyin still took out a few hundred yuan, and she will definitely prepare for cold-blooded things that she needs below, and she can learn what she should do during the festival in the future, and she will do it for An Feng.

"Okay, what about the young master, young lady?"

The person smiled and handed the thing to Qianyin, and then stared directly at Mo Lan and An Feng.

An Feng and Mo Lan had no choice but to take out the money, buy the things, and then "send" them to the cold-blooded like Qianyin. After a bow, Qianyin looked at the old man with unkind eyes.

The old man smiled embarrassedly and walked out, looking very satisfied. The old man who turned around had an incomprehensible expression on his face, and he left quickly, and disappeared in an instant.

After the old man left, the three of them were relieved, looked around, a cold wind blew, and the three of them fought a cold war at the same time, and then looked at the "cold-blooded" tombstone.

Qianyin lowered her head and looked at the tombstone, she couldn't hold back the emotions in her heart anymore, she quickly raised her head, and swallowed back the cry that overflowed in her throat. After fighting with his body for a long time, Qianyin choked up and said, "You guys go back first, I want to be here quietly alone." ”

Mo Lan wanted to say something, An Feng grabbed her, and said quickly: "We won't go far and wait for you outside, if you have anything to say, just say it quickly, it's a little cold here, don't stay here for so long." We will stay in Ximen City for a few days and we can come every day. ”

After saying that, An Feng immediately dragged Mo Lan directly outside, leaving no chance for Mo Lan at all. It's time to give Qianyin a little space and let her slowly let go of this matter. If you catch Qianyin too tightly, she will always be left with a rebellion, and she misses it.

Qianyin silently slid her body down, sat on the ground, and quietly looked at the photo in front of her. Reaching out to touch the handsome face on the photo, the corners of his mouth silently smiled, but the tears in his eyes slowly poured out.

"You know what, I miss you so much."

"I really miss you."

"When are you coming back to see me?"

Qianyin seemed to be talking to himself alone, choking up as she spoke. The breeze around her blew, and Qianyin didn't feel cold at all. In fact, her heart has long been cold, and she has been pretending to smile, but she is not happy at all. The person who loved her the most is gone, and she has nothing to be happy about

The gasping sound became louder and louder, and Qianyin pursed her mouth tightly. Tell himself over and over again in his heart that he can't cry, he will hear it, he will be sad for himself, and he doesn't want to feel sorry for himself.

A man next to a tombstone, wearing ink

Mirror, with a scar on his face, clenched his fists tightly and creaked. His eyes flashed with distress, and there was an inexplicable anger.

has been watching Qianyin's figure, and his heart throbs every time he sheds a tear. He didn't follow Chion, but by chance found out that his so-called body was buried here. I came to watch it on purpose, but I didn't expect Qianyin to be there.

Cold-blooded saw Qianyin sitting on the ground crying for his corpse, and his heart throbbed terribly. In the end, he was relieved, his fists relaxed, and he watched quietly, he could do nothing.

The woman was crying for him, but he couldn't come up and hug her, he couldn't tell her that he was alive, that he loved her, that he wanted to protect her. They are destined to be a pity.

Qianyin spoke alone for a long time, laughing from time to time, crying from time to time, covering her face from time to time, venting all her emotions, she endured it for a long, long time.

Qianyin laughed enough, cried enough, and silently stood up and looked at the person on the tombstone. Then he said gently: "I'm leaving, I'll come to see you tomorrow." ”

After Qianyin finished speaking, she trotted all the way and ran out directly, never looking back at the tombstone again, for fear that she would never want to leave after seeing it. Only he keeps up with God and knows how reluctant she is to be cold-blooded and how much she wants to stay by his side.

Mo Lan and Qianyin walked outside the cemetery for a long time before they saw Qianyin trotting out. Mo Lan found that her eyes were already red, stepped forward and patted Qianyin's shoulder, held Qianyin's hand tightly and pulled the person into the car.

An Feng glanced back at the entire cemetery, it was so quiet, the sky above the cemetery was gray-black, as if there were no bright days in the cemetery. This is the place where some people live after they die, and it is their home on earth.

An Feng sighed deeply, got into the car, didn't notice the cold-blooded who had been following him to the gate of the cemetery, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the car quickly to Boss Jin's residence.

Cold-blooded has been watching, has been looking forward, looking at the car that finally disappeared at the intersection, lowered his head and sighed, turned around and directly destroyed the tombstone belonging to him in the cemetery, all those things overturned, but took away three bouquets of roses. There was a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth when he left, and his cold-blooded self-deprecation was not worthy of their memorial.