Feng Jinghan couldn't help but speed up his pace, and suddenly, Feng Jinghan seemed to have been pointed at by someone, and froze in place.

The rain still kept falling in mid-air, and Feng Jinghan didn't even have the courage to turn his head.

At a glance he had just inadvertently seen, he seemed to see a photo.

The photo on the stone tablet was like a thunderclap.

His hands were clasped tightly, and he had experienced countless lives and deaths in his life, and his courage seemed to be drained at this moment.

He imagined it countless times in his mind, but he never imagined that one day, he would see a cold tombstone.

No, I must have been dazzled just now, maybe someone just looked alike.

Dawn... Xiaozhu she will definitely not lie there, absolutely not!

Feng Jinghan didn't have the courage to turn his head for a long time, and let the heavy rain wash over him.

He wiped the rain from his face, and he didn't know if it was rain or tears.

The clenched fist, the green tendons on it are obviously raised, showing how excited the owner is at the moment.

After about a few minutes, Feng Jinghan slowly turned his head.

Through the rain, the photos on the tomb are still the gentle smiles.

When he saw the words 'Lin Xiaozhu' carved on the tombstone, a faint faint struck him, and his head exploded together.

Feng Jinghan held on to the tombstone, so he didn't let himself fall.

His hands trembled, his heart seemed to be tightly twisted by a wire, his whole heart seemed to be dragged down from his chest, and his breathing was painful.

He gently touched her photo, her eyebrows, her smile, so familiar.

It's exactly the same as when he first met.

Feng Jinghan looked at the date on the tombstone, and his heart hurt even more.

Is it because he saved him against the sky, so the patriarch's words came true.

Because of him, she can't die well after all.

Feng Jinghan suddenly knelt in front of Lin Xiaozhu's grave, holding the cold stone tablet.

Men don't flick when they have tears, at this moment, even if Feng Jinghan, who has been iron-blooded all his life, his tears can't be controlled.

"Xiaozhu, I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I came too late. ”

It turned out that seeing her again really became a luxury.

Feng Jinghan regretted it very much, if he didn't care about it so much and left with Xiaozhu at the beginning, wouldn't they be as separated by yin and yang as they are today?

Feng Jinghan punched the hard stone tablet, and blood flowed out of his fist, slowly sliding down the rain.

"Xiaozhu, I'm damned, I'm really damned......"

Feng Jinghan's whole person looked as if he had aged ten years all of a sudden.

The autumn rain comes as it comes, and it goes as it goes.

After a while, the rain stopped and the sky cleared.

After the baptism of heavy rain, the sky is exceptionally blue, and the blue is heartbreaking.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhang Juan and Su Guohua were slowly ascending the mountain.

It had just rained, the road was a little slippery, and Su Guohua's legs were inconvenient, so the two of them didn't walk fast.

Zhang Juan was very impatient, and scolded as she walked: "That slut Lin Xiaozhu has been dead for so many years, and his ghost is still lingering. ”

Zhang Juan is now eager to dig up Lin Xiaozhu's grave and whip the corpse.

In the past few days, I don't know what's going on, Zhang Juan and Su Guohua have dreamed of Lin Xiaozhu.

In the dream, Lin Xiaozhu held the white silk and wanted to ask for her life, saying that they had sold all her things, but they did not treat her children well.

Zhang Juan and Su Guohua were shocked into a cold sweat, so they decided to come to the cemetery today to pay respects.

Su Guohua leaned on crutches and glared at Zhang Juan, "Shut your stinky mouth, I want to sleep well at night, and give me a good confession in a while, do you dare to say that you haven't abused Ning Yan and Shijie before?" ”()

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