Or is it that Chen Yi is talking about Mu Ran is another person? Or is she hallucinating...

But how could it be, Mu Ran died! Buried in City A!

She didn't know how to get into the elevator, she didn't know how to leave Gu's, and she didn't know how to take a taxi.

"The old man is in peace, the cemetery. After reporting the destination, Qiao Zhiyan leaned on the back seat, her chest blocked in panic.

She never thought that Makiran would die.

But no, it's a fox, how can it die so easily?

Could it be that the bullet that day hurt it in the vital point?

But she still didn't believe it, and she wanted to verify it.

Finally fifty minutes, almost an hour, the rental stopped.

Qiao Zhiyan paid the money and rushed in directly.

The cemetery is very quiet, the willows are clinging, and the tombstones are all stone gray. The path is cobbled and cleaned.

She looked for them one by one, her heart tightly constricted, as if she was being held tightly by an invisible big palm...

Don't, don't.

She promised Mu Ran that she would take good care of him, and he couldn't be fine...

Gu Jinchen, they finally got along, don't be disillusioned about this...

Qiao Zhiyan prayed in her heart and looked for Mu Ran.

"What are you looking for?" just then the cemetery administrator ran over.

Qiao Zhiyan stopped and hurriedly asked, "Is there a person named Mu Ran who is buried here?"

The man read the name, took out a pen from his pocket and handed it over: "You said those two words, can you write them down?" ”

Taking the pen, Qiao Zhiyan hurriedly wrote down with trembling hands: "Is there any, no, right?"

The man looked at the name in his hand and was silent for a while.

"No, is it?" Qiao Zhiyan's heart lit up with a glimmer of hope.

"Oh, I remember. The man spoke up: "This was just added a few days ago, and the cemetery we bought is the best feng shui we have here, go, I'll take you there." ”

Qiao Zhiyan was stunned, her eyes red.

After following the manager for a long time, under a ginkgo tree, the manager stopped: "That's it." ”

Her heart fell to the ground with the word "Mu Ran" on the tombstone, and tears fell one by one.

"Don't be too sad, the deceased is gone, we must always try to let go. With that, the management left.

Qiao Zhiyan mentioned that at this moment, she seemed to have a thousand heavy footsteps and walked over.

The photo on the tombstone is his profile picture in the live broadcast room.

Below the picture, his name is written vertically, and at the bottom is a line of small letters.

Qiao Zhiyan squatted down and looked at it carefully.

"May you have a long dream in heaven, and may you have a long and worry-free life in the next life..."

At the end of the pen, there is a capital letter "G".

Qiao Zhiyan sat paralyzed on the ground, it was Gu Jinchen, and the beginning of his surname was capitalized.

Touching the tombstone, she closed her eyes and read a spell, induction.

In his mind, the picture of him falling from the building and shattering, and the picture of Gu Jinchen and them coming over to check the corpse emerged.

It's Mu Ran, that's right, it's Gu Jinchen's burial.

Qiao Zhiyan's heart was painful, lying on the tombstone, she cried for a long time, extremely guilty...

If he hadn't been at his house that night, Gu Jinchen wouldn't have rushed over to misunderstand.

If she hadn't brought him here, he wouldn't have been hurt looking for her.

"Makizen, Makizen, I'm sorry, it's my fault..."

"Makiran, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't take care of you!"

"It's my fault, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Her tears hit the tombstone one by one, and her cry could not fall for a long time.

But no matter how many tears there are, people can't come back after all...