"Are you ready?" Yan Weiming stood downstairs and asked Yan Wenran upstairs in a loud voice.

"It's coming, it's coming!" Yan Wenran replied, hurriedly grabbed the bag and rushed out of the bedroom and ran downstairs.

All the lights in the villa were turned off and there was only the sound of the wind gently passing by.

"Has Grandpa arrived?" Yan Wenran got into the car and asked Yan Weiming while fastening his seat belt.

"Grandpa has already set off, but it's a long way away, so we should arrive around the same time." Yan Weiming replied as he started the car.

Yan Wenran raised his eyes and looked out the car window.

At the beginning of March, there was a damp air in the morning in J City, and the spring rain had just stopped, and the flowers on both sides of the road were waiting to bloom.

"It seems like I haven't seen my parents for a long time." Yan Wenran spoke, his voice was very soft, and his thoughts drifted away as if he had fallen into a cloud.

"Well, it's been a long time." Yan Weiming's eyes always looked at the lane, and there was no sadness in his tone.

When Yan Weiming was 26 years old, his father and stepmother died in a car accident, and he was filming abroad at that time.

When Yan Weiming arrived, he could only see the remains and the cold corpse.

Although in Yan Weiming's memory, his father's figure is always blurred, but the sense of familiarity and bond that comes from the blood cannot be changed.

The death of his biological mother caused Yan Weiming's world to suffer a huge blow, and since then, his personality has changed greatly and he has become indifferent, and it is Yan Wenran's mother who warms him a little bit with patience and makes him accept the existence of 'home' again.

In Yan Weiming's heart, Yan Wenran's mother is also one of his most precious family members.

"Brother, I'll go buy a bouquet of lily of the valley later, Mom likes lily of the valley the most." Yan Wenran said softly, her eyes always looking out the window, but her eyes gradually turned red.

"Okay."

Yan Weiming's car was parked in the parking lot of the cemetery, while another car drove in.

Yan Wenran got out of the car with a bouquet of lily of the valley flowers in full bloom, and strode forward when he saw someone coming down from another car.

"Grandpa." Yan Wenran said with a smile, handed the flowers to Zhong Bo behind Yan Songren, and then helped Yan Songren to walk towards the cemetery with his free hand.

The flat concrete pavement became a little slippery due to the rain, and everyone couldn't help but slow down.

The air you can smell in your nose has an earthy smell, and your skin still feels the moisture even though it hasn't rained, just like when a drizzle falls.

The group stopped in front of the two tombstones in the innermost part of the cemetery.

Yan Songren stood at the front, and behind him stood Yan Wenran and Yan Weiming respectively.

"It's been a long time." Yan Songren said in a deep voice.

Yan Wenran's chest suddenly surged with emotion, but she swallowed it hard.

Yan Weiming took the bouquet of flowers and walked up without a word and placed it in front of the tombstone on the right.

The scene of the family's meeting was interrupted by a sudden spring rain, which was supposed to be a warm and reminiscent scene, and finally ended because of the increasing rain.

Before leaving, Yan Wenran suddenly grabbed Yan Weiming.

"Mom and Dad, my brother has a girlfriend, he's a very good person."

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"Sir, someone has sent someone to deliver the necklace."

Back in the car, Zhong Bo received the news and immediately told Yan Songren, who had just gotten in the car.

"Well, did you say who sent it?" Yan Songren nodded approvingly, and asked again.

"Written, Miss Bai should accept it."