Xu Yu didn't know how Jiang Yihan took these photos without attracting her attention, but now, her whole person was on the verge of nervous collapse.

Is there a problem with her memory, or is there a ghost beside her, and this ghost happened to be photographed by Jiang Yihan? She couldn't think clearly, she couldn't remember, and she felt like she was going crazy.

And as a descendant of the criminal police, how can they believe in ghosts, ghosts, and legends?

In their hearts, evidence proves everything, and they appear to dig up evidence and then prove it.

And now, these photos in her hands are evidence, to prove, to prove something that she thought absolutely never happened, to prove a person she thought did not exist.

She suddenly remembered a possibility, and looked up at the butler questioningly. The housekeeper seemed to know what she was thinking, and replied, "The young master said that all the photos were taken by him and printed by himself, and there is no possibility of fraud. ”

The final word shattered her last illusions.

She was stunned, she sat on the sofa for a long, long time, and the butler's fruit tea was added three times, and she couldn't get to her senses. I smoothed out all the memories in my head from front to back, and it was very clear, but there was no memory of being with the girl at all, let alone the content of the chat.

Or from the source, will Jiang Yihan lie to her?

has been a classmate of Jiang Yihan for more than ten years, and she knows Jiang Yihan's personality very well, and it is absolutely impossible to do this kind of thing to deceive her. In his heart, he has always been the object he wants to protect, how can he use this method to force her into a desperate situation?

She stood up abruptly and looked around, there was no one, no one.

Running to the first floor, nervously asked the housekeeper if there was anyone behind her, and the housekeeper looked at her a little scoundrel and replied affirmatively: "No." ”

In the case three years ago, the person who resembled her, although she had seen it once, had never spoken.

And she is still a murderer, the most important thing is that there is no information about her in the public security system at all, and there is no way to investigate her.

Who stuffed the photo in Xin Hua's hand? She had always thought that this woman was the opposite of her, and she deliberately stuffed the photo into Xin Hua's hands, even if it was not framed, the purpose was not pure.

Now it seems that it is not, if "she" really exists, then their relationship should be very close. Except for the time they met, why did she have no impression of anything else? Who will put the photo in Xin Hua's hands? Who does the "he" in Meng Xiang's mouth refer to?

Everything squeezed into her head, and she walked out of Jiang Yihan's house in a daze. And the phone vibrated in her pocket for a long time, and she was completely unaware of it.

The housekeeper said that the photo could not be taken away, and now no one else knows about this matter except for her and Jiang Yihan.

She took a deep breath and told herself to calm down, there was still time, and she could slowly find things out. When Jiang Yihan is contacted, I will ask her for specific details. Don't worry, don't be in a hurry, don't mess with yourself, push yourself into the abyss.

There was a crisp sound of glass, which instantly woke her up from the fugue.

She came back to her senses and looked up, and it turned out that she had walked into the back garden of another house. She looked at the source of the sound, the light focused, and when she saw the man clearly, her legs seemed to be leaded, and she could not move half a step.

I have mixed feelings in my heart, and I feel extremely uncomfortable. The weight of the tears in her eyes suddenly became heavy, blurring her vision, but not the weight of his heart in her.

I was still holding her in my arms this morning, and after half a day, I moved to another woman's territory, and it was still staged*.

Her eyesight was very good, and she would never admit it, he had his back to her, and his hair was still shining with droplets, reflecting the morning light. The clothes all over his body were wet, clinging to his body, showing his figure at a glance.

Even if she was covered by him, she could still see clearly, leaning on his woman, very beautiful, hotly dressed, and with a devilish figure.

The woman gave a sudden push, and they both fell into the pool next to them.

The promise couldn't stand it anymore, she was afraid that her tears would really burst out of her eyes without being angry.

She trotted back, always deceiving herself, she wasn't like that at the beginning. But the thought of their close bodies, the thought of them standing with affection looking at each other, made her heart feel as if she were going to die.

As soon as she sat in the car, the mobile phone began to vibrate, it was Uncle Ye, she wiped a handful of tears, and only picked up the phone when her mood calmed down.

"Hello?"

It seemed that her voice was choked and hoarse, and the person over there paused for two seconds before saying, "Now to the Spring Mountain Cemetery, hurry up, the funeral will start soon." ”

Xu Yu was surprised, she didn't remember any acquaintances who had passed away recently, could it be someone Uncle Ye knew, so why let her go?

To be honest, she was in a very bad mood today, she didn't want to add any more heaviness, and instinctively wanted to refuse.

Before the words could be spoken, the voice from there came again, "Don't think about refusing, come over now, don't have to go home to change clothes, just come over directly, be careful on the road." ”

Having said that, the promise had to be promised. Throw away all the thoughts in your heart, swallow all the anger, be unwilling, sad, and drive there.

Chunshan Cemetery is a relatively large cemetery in the whole city, although she has not been there, but it is easy to find. As soon as she parked the car, the window was knocked a few times, and the window was slid down, and Uncle Ye handed her the clothes.

She could clearly see that his gaze lingered on her. Probably seeing her swollen and red eyes, he frowned, but he didn't say much, only told her to change her clothes quickly.

Walking into the main mourning hall with him, she clearly saw that it was Yu Mo who was paying tribute.

She stopped, she hadn't forgotten that he hadn't just given her a kick, he was a murderer. It's cheap for him to die like this, how could she still give him a memorial.

She turned around to walk back, when her hand was suddenly grabbed.

Uncle Ye stared at her, but didn't explain much, and then turned his gaze to the wreath in the front hall. Xu Yu followed his gaze, only to find that there were three little girls standing in front of him, and the oldest was no more than ten years old.

They wore black mourning clothes, held each other, raised their hands from time to time, wiped a handful on their faces, and then put them down. The little face was swollen and red, but he just pursed his lips and did not cry.

Her heart was touched, and she could guess that there must be something hidden in it. Although he stayed, he did not come forward to offer flowers. Just stood aside, staring at the little girl, waiting for Uncle Ye to preside over the funeral.

When Yu Mo's ashes were buried in the cemetery, only Uncle Ye, she and the four little girls remained. The little girls let go and cried out loud.

She couldn't help but step forward, patted the girls on the back, and comforted them.

The girls suddenly found support, and all of them gathered around, hugged her, and cried even louder. Her eyes, which were already red, were even more red.

Uncle Ye got the wine out of nowhere, drank a glass of it himself, and then poured the rest of the wine in front of Yu Mo. It seemed that something had been said, and she couldn't quite hear it clearly. But there was a deep gloom in the ink-stained eyes, indicating that he was sad.

After a while, he walked up to her and waited with her for the little girls to finish crying.

Probably tired of crying, the youngest girl actually fell asleep on Uncle Ye's shoulder. She took the child and walked outside the cemetery with Uncle Ye. They were all tacit and didn't spit out the doubts in their hearts, but she believed that this time, there were some things he should tell her.

Uncle Ye drove the car, she and the children sat in the back, the children fell asleep on her, fatigue would be contagious, and after a while, she also fell asleep groggy.

When I woke up, I was at the door of the welfare home. The children were no longer with her, and Uncle Ye didn't see her, she had a thin blanket on her body, printed with very cute cartoon dolls, apparently borrowed from the children.

She folded the blanket and walked to the orphanage.

Under the leadership of the staff of the welfare home, she quickly found the group of children and Uncle Ye.

Under the tree, children are surrounding him, and he is holding a book and telling stories to them. Probably seeing her coming, Uncle Ye raised his head and glanced at her, and the children also saw it, and the three children suddenly ran over and said happily, "Sister, are you awake?" ”

The girl took her hand and said as she walked, "Come on, join us and listen to Teacher Ye's story." ”

Xu Promise walked in front of Uncle Ye with surprise, the children actually called him Teacher Ye, but he didn't expect such a big man to get along so well with the children.

She suddenly remembered her father, who really didn't know anything at that time, and was completely helpless to tie her hair, she was almost late, and his breakfast was not ready.

Sometimes, before she could eat breakfast, his BB would go off, and he would have to take it to the office and she would have to take it to school.

was always so busy that he forgot to pick her up from school, Jiang Yihan accompanied her at school until it was dark, and he came to pick her up in a panic.

Years have passed, time has passed, and there will never be a return. Now, how she wishes that warmth would be performed again. However, after the passage of time, I can't get it back after all. Fortunately, those heart-piercing warmth will never be forgotten, and they will be repeated in another story.

Together with the children, she quietly listened to the story of the Thousand and One Nights, Uncle Ye's voice was mellow, like intoxicating wine, and every word she read could not only see sweetness, but also smell fragrance.

Even if the cicadas chirp, they can't dry this warm and tranquil warmth.

And the things that pressed on her heart before, the pain that poked at the bottom of her heart, seemed to be as soft as a cloud, without weight, and then, when it was gently blown by the wind, it suddenly disappeared.