"Brother Xu, the director is calling you."

The assistant's voice pulled Xu Yu's thoughts back.

"I see." Xu Yu replied, stood up and walked off the stage to discuss the performance with the director.

Occasionally, when there is no good movie, Xu Yu will act in dramas, not only to exercise, but also to relax.

Although many people watch it just because of his fame, he still strives to do his best to make every viewer get the best viewing experience.

After discussing the performance, Xu Yu walked back to the lounge slightly tired.

The mobile phone suddenly vibrated at this time, Xu Yu stopped in place, took out his mobile phone and turned it on.

I saw that Xu Yu was reminded of tomorrow's schedule on the mobile phone screen, and at the bottom of the agenda, there was a row of words.

Jiang Han's birthday.

Xu Yu's eyes were always looking at those words, and he dialed the agent's phone.

"Cancel all the trips for me tomorrow." He muttered, leaning feebly against the wall of the hallway.

The agent glanced at the calendar on the table, thought about it in his mind, and then reflected on tomorrow's day.

"You're going to the cemetery again? I can only help you free up tomorrow morning, and in the afternoon you have a very important project to talk about. The agent sighed and said worriedly.

"I know, just send someone to pick me up at the villa at noon."

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"Sister Qimeng, look, the entry for 'Jiang Han's birthday' on Weibo's hot search was handed to Bai Qimeng.

Bai Qimeng was stunned for a moment.

Yes, today is Jiang Han's birthday and her birthday.

If it weren't for Yang Yi's reminder, she would have forgotten her true identity a long time ago.

Has it been two years since the day she committed suicide?

"Yang Yi, is my itinerary empty tomorrow?" Bai Qimeng asked softly.

"Well, Sister Lin Qing said tomorrow weekend, let Sister Qimeng take a break." Yang Yi thought for a moment and nodded back.

Bai Qimeng lowered her eyes, and suddenly had an idea in her heart.

She wanted to see herself and Jiang Han.

Following:

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the cemetery, and Bai Qimeng got out of the car wearing a simple sportswear, a hat and a mask.

It was still early in the morning, and the cemetery was far away from the city, so no one was here at all.

The sky was overcast, a gust of wind was blowing, and it was as if to tell people that a heavy rain would come at any moment and completely drench them.

Bai Qimeng walked slowly in the cemetery, his eyes sweeping over one tombstone after another.

It was not easy for her to inquire about the cemetery where Jiang Han was, but she had never been to this place, so she could only look for it slowly by herself.

Finally, after Bai Qimeng searched for about ten minutes, he found the target.

Bai Qimeng stood in front of the tombstone, looking at the name written on the tombstone was Jiang Hanshi, and tremblingly stretched out his hand to touch the cold tombstone.

"Huh." Bai Qimeng's voice came out, and his eyes were deep.

She raised her hand to pull the mask down, revealing her face.

It's a strange feeling to look at your own tombstone.

Bai Qimeng thought in her heart, and stopped when her fingers touched the word 'Jiang Han'.

The cemetery was empty, except for the occasional sound of insects and birds, and somehow there was a hint of horror.

Xu Yu walked on the path of the cemetery, wearing only sunglasses, and the whole person relaxed his guard.

He had only walked this road twice, but he always remembered where he was going.

Only this time, in front of the destination, there is no longer a person. 22