Lin Xun was confused when he heard it, he had pursued his girl, but he had never been to Ling Han's cemetery and swept Ling Han's grave?

He asked with a puzzled expression:

"Sister Jingyao, who are you listening to nonsense?"

Her sister Linghan's grave, he still went to during the New Year's Day. He thought that when Aunt Guo came to Wencheng after a while, he would accompany Aunt Guo over to see Ling Han's.

As a result, he heard this sentence......

"Brother Xun, don't care who told me. Anyway, I'll let you know in the near future that someone is cursing my sister behind her back. Yu Jingyao said with a trace of resentment in her eyes.

The next afternoon, after school, Yu Jingyao took a bus to the Jinfuyuan Cemetery on the outskirts of Wencheng I. This is the first time she has gone to Jinfuyuan Cemetery after traveling to this time and space to worship her sister Yu Linghan.

The terrible cold wind hit and blew on Yu Jingyao's face, and the pain was like a knife.

The reed-like snowflakes flew down to the ground, and soon spread a thin layer, like a white net woven by snowflakes on the ground.

As far as the eye can see, the trees near the cemetery are covered with snow. On the stone monument in front of the cemetery, a layer of white snowflakes also fell.

Yu Jingyao wore leather boots on her feet, stepping on the ground covered with a thin layer of snow, and she could hear the sound of small fragments.

When she came to the cemetery, Yu Jingyao had only met a few patrol staff members halfway. She did not meet any of the pedestrians who came to pay respects to her relatives.

A staff member kindly asked Yu Jingyao:

"Girl, I'll bring you the umbrella. It's snowing and it's cold. ”

Yu Jingyao smiled slightly and said:

"Thank you, comrade. My coat has a hat, it's nothing. ”

"May I ask ......" An uncle in his forties, only to see the girl in front of him, looked relatively unfamiliar. asked Yu Jingyao if she needed him to help her.

Yu Jingyao glanced at the uncle in front of her gratefully and said:

"No thanks."

Although she has been around for almost a year, she has not come to worship her sister Yu Linghan. But she still knows everything about the cemetery.

With memory alone, she can accurately point out where her sister Ling Han's grave is.

The uncle looked in the direction of Yu Jingyao's finger. A trace of consternation flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly asked, "Comrade." Your sister was Vice President Lin's fiancée before her death, Xiaoyu?

Vice President Lin often came to the cemetery to worship her, and on New Year's Day, Vice President Lin stood in front of Xiaoyu's cemetery for most of the day.

It was snowing that day as well, and like today, it was very cold......"

After Yu Jingyao heard this, a layer of mist couldn't help but appear in her eyes. Looking for her brother to treat her sister is indeed too good.

The uncle who worked in the cemetery frowned slightly and said, "I heard from my colleagues that in the past few days, several ladies have gone to sweep Ms. Yu's grave.

However, they ...... Oh, let's not talk about it. ”

The uncle in the black coat waved his hand, turned around and left.

Yu Jingyao stood in place and asked, "Excuse me, did that girl come when it was almost dark?" ”

"Yes, she's here, almost always after six o'clock."

The uncle said that, and left with an umbrella.

Yu Jingyao relied on her memory and quickly walked to the grave of her sister Ling Han. As Gu Zhixin said, there were a few bunches of white chrysanthemums in front of Yu Linghan's cemetery.

In those bunches of white chrysanthemums, there are also a few dead grasses mixed in them.

According to Gu Zhixin, Bai Liyun meant that she disliked Yu Linghan's humble status and was not worthy of the noble Lin Xun.

A trace of resentment flashed in Yu Jingyao's eyes, she raised her right foot, stepped forward and stepped on the bunches of white chrysanthemums.

The sound of the whistling wind was extremely terrible, like a wild ghost wailing.

In the past, Yu Jingyao was afraid to go to the cemetery, and when she passed by near the cemetery, she would feel frightened. Although Yu Jingyao was timid, she still came to Jinfuyuan Cemetery and saw her sister Yu Linghan.

Yu Jingyao leaned over and picked up those white chrysanthemums, raised her hand and threw them away. He lowered his voice and said:

"Sister, please forgive me, sister, I'm late.

Today, my sister has to come to meet, that arrogant and arrogant bad woman. It's so unqualified that she went against a deceased person and bullied my sister behind her back......"

Yu Jingyao reached out and took off the hat of her coat and knelt on the cold ground. For her sister Linghan, a bouquet of plain flowers was offered.

Her sister Ling Han died on August 2, 1990.

Today, it is January 11, 1995.

Her sister Linghan, who used to care for her and loved her, has been sleeping underground for more than four years......

Yu Jingyao's pitying eyes locked the stone tablet covered with snowflakes. She reached out and wiped the snowflakes from the stone tablet, and murmured:

"Sister, as soon as you left, you were gone for more than four years......"

After only saying this, Yu Jingyao couldn't cry. After all, after she traveled to this time and space, she accepted Yu Linghan's own sister, Yu Jingyao's body.

She remembered some of the memorable things that happened to the two sisters when they were together.

She misses her sister, sincerely.

With trembling hands, she wiped away the snowflakes from the cold stone tablet. The porcelain statue of her sister Linghan clearly crashed into her eyes. The people on the porcelain statue are still beautiful.

A pair of clear and clear eyes seemed to be looking at her.

Yu Jingyao gently swept the eyebrows, eyes, nose, and beautiful lips of her sister Linghan on the porcelain statue with the tip of her right index finger. I couldn't help but say:

"Sister, it's no wonder that Brother Xun stopped falling in love after you died. There are really not many beautiful and gentle girls like my sister. ”

Yu Jingyao hooked her lips helplessly, and said with some apologies:

"There's something I want to tell my sister. That's our mother, who plans to ask me to help take Brother Xun to Yishi for a day. ”

Yu Jingyao paused, and then said embarrassedly:

"Mom said that Brother Xun is a good person, and she wants to introduce Brother Xun to one of our uncle's daughters. I felt that cousin didn't seem to be a good fit for Brother Xun, so I didn't agree.

Then there is our cousin's aunt, she invited her cousin's sister-in-law, Guo Qingqian, to help in Wencheng. said that he asked Guo Qingqian to help introduce Yu Xinjie to Brother Xun. ”

The corners of Yu Jingyao's lips outlined a sneering arc, and said:

"This kind of thing, I'm afraid only Aunt Tang dares to think about it. She herself is a selfish and greedy person, and she doesn't guide Sister Xinjie well.

Brother Xun himself said that he was not interested in Yu Xinjie......"

Yu Jingyao stood in front of the cemetery, her sharp eyes swept on a few clear characters on the stele:

["The Tomb of His Beloved Wife Yu Linghan"]

Yu Jingyao saw that the words on the stone tablet, as well as the photo of her sister Ling Han, were still as clear as before. Her eyes flashed with relief.

Sometimes, she sees Lin Xun as her brother-in-law; Sometimes, she regarded Lin Xun as Lin Cheng's cousin; More often, she regarded Lin Xun as her own brother.

If she considers the problem from a different standpoint, she will think about different results.

Yu Jingyao smiled self-deprecatingly, and said a little mischievously:

"Sister, I can only look at my brother as my own brother-in-law. will not want to see him and accept other girls.

Because I hope that in my brother's heart, there will always be only my sister and you, a woman. ”