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Under the persuasion of Yan Ruyu, Wu took two days off, he has been working for nearly 10 days in a row, and in 10 days, when he is sleepy, he shrinks up on the office sofa to sleep for a while, and sometimes he doesn't even bother to brush his teeth and wash his face, let alone take a bath.

In Yan Ruyu's words, "You're about to grow mushrooms!" ”

I went home and took a bath, and after a whole day of eating, sleeping, sleeping, and eating, I finally made up for my sleep, and when Wu got up the next morning, Yan Ruyu had already bought a bag of paper money, incense, candles and other memorial supplies.

Wu Cuo patted his head, "Oh, how did I forget about going to the grave." ”

"It's okay, your father and mother are both policemen, and they can understand that you are busy with work." Yan Ruyu sat in front of the computer and comforted him without being salty.

Wu Cuo hurriedly dressed and washed, cleaned up after 5 minutes, and was about to go out with a fritter in his mouth.

"I'll go, is your toothbrush clean? Brush it again, sniff, sniff, smell it, since you moved here, the house stinks, can you still live this day? If you're so unkempt, you'll move out......" Yan Ruyu glanced at Wu Cuo with disdain.

"As for it? Boss Yan, can your mouth be a little more poisonous? ”

"Yo, dare to contradict the second landlord, be careful that I kick you out!"

"Gotta get it, I'll take it, I'll wash it again, okay?"

After Wu mistakenly entered the bathroom, Yan Ruyu smiled at the computer monitor with a conspiracy that had succeeded.

Through the microphone, he said to the few people who formed a team battle: "Okay, I'm the last one, let's fight quickly and push the high ground quickly." ”

Twenty minutes later, the two went out and drove to the northern suburbs cemetery.

When the car left the downtown area, Wu Cuo said to Yan Ruyu, who was sitting in the co-pilot: "I have always wanted to ask you, what did you say to Niu Sujie that day?" Why was he willing to cooperate with vomiting again? ”

"It's simple, it's just to mention his grandfather in his hometown, people, as long as there are concerns, I don't want to die."

"Tut-tut, such a simple way, I didn't think of it."

"You're stupid."

"I'll go! Boss Yan, you are so unkind! I finally had a day off, and I woke up early in the morning and was hit by you, so I might as well go to work! ”

Yan Ruyu shrugged, "The first day you knew me?" ”

Northern suburbs cemetery.

In fact, it is three small hills with many pines and cypresses planted around it.

The graves of Yan Ruyu and Wu Cuo's parents are in the innermost position, where they are basically old graves, not as gorgeous and exquisite as new graves, but much more spacious.

20 years ago, no one took care of the funeral land, and a grave bag could occupy more than ten square meters of space, unlike now, a cemetery of one or two square meters can easily cost hundreds of thousands, and the cemetery is next to the cemetery, just like the tube building a few decades ago, and you can't afford to die!

Yan Ruyu and Wu Cuo drove into the cemetery and drove for nearly 20 minutes before they found their parents' graves.

Both of their parents died in the same fire, and the burial work at that time was arranged by the city hall, so the graves were next to each other.

The two got out of the car and saw two fresh flowers in front of the tomb at a glance, and they were a little puzzled.

Someone came to sweep the tomb?

Who could it be?

The two looked at each other and felt strange, such a thing had never happened in 20 years, their parents had long been forgotten by relatives and friends, otherwise the two would not have gone to the orphanage when they were young.

Wu Cuo strode to the grave and picked up the bouquet.

"It's so fresh, it should have just been put here."

Yan Ruyu immediately looked around, but where could he still see people.

"Do you have any information about the florist?"

"No, but there's a card."

Yan Ruyu stepped forward, and Wu Cao opened the card.

Old friend Cao Yaohua

give

Just a few words.

Yan Ruyu opened the card on the bouquet in front of her parents' grave, and it was the same words.

"Cao Yaohua, do you know this person?" Wu asked wrongly.

"There is an impression, but it seems to be a long time ago, and it seems to be ...... The name...... Where have you seen it? Yan Ruyu closed her eyes and frowned.

"It should be a mutual friend of our parents, could it be a police officer? …… It's strange, why don't I have any impression at all......"

Wu Cuo reminded in a whisper on the side, Yan Ruyu waved his hand, and he hurriedly shut up.

Cao Yaohua ...... Cao Yaohua ......"

The box of memories came, and countless sporadic images flashed through Yan Ruyu's mind.

Some of the images have become blurry, like old yellowed photographs.

Among them are colleagues and friends whose parents came to visit the house during their lifetime...... Among these people, there is no one named Cao Yaohua.

Yan Ruyu expanded the search for her memories, and countless faces flashed, including even the young milk station worker who brought milk to her family when she was a child, and the old man who sold popsicles at the entrance of the alley...... Cao Yaohua...... Cao Yaohua...... None of these people are called Cao Yaohua......

Where exactly have you seen this name? ……

Suddenly, in the corner of memory, a vague scene caught Yan Ruyu's attention.

A cemetery.

Exactly nearby.

It was the Qingming Festival in the first year after the death of his parents, and the Public Security Department held a ceremony to commemorate the martyrs to sweep the graves of the martyrs, which naturally included the tombs of Yan Ruyu and Wu Cuo's parents.

Yan Ruyu and Wu Cuo, as family members of martyrs, were also brought over from the orphanage.

The lengthy memorial service was really boring, Yan Ruyu was at the age of jumping up and down, where could he stand this, so he quietly got out of the crowd and played in the cemetery.

Soon he found a young boy his own age.

The little boy came with his mother. The mother stood in front of a tomb to wipe her tears, and although the little boy did not cry, he was very obedient to accompany his mother.

I guess I came to see his dad. Yan Ruyu thought so, and leaned towards the little boy.

Two children, you look at me, I look at you, but neither of them will speak.

The little boy's mother also noticed Yan Ruyu, she touched her tears and asked, "Which child is this?" How to play in the cemetery? ”

Yan Ruyu pointed to the grave of his parents not far away, where a group of people in police uniforms were mourning, and they were making a lot of noise, adding some excitement to Xiao Suo's grave, which was very weird. ”

"You're a police kid?" The woman asked.

Yan Ruyu nodded.

The woman spat at Yan Ruyu viciously, picked up her child and left.

"The police don't have a good thing!"

Yan Ruyu was both aggrieved and sad, why would strangers treat him like this? Why slander his parents?

He paid special attention to the woman's mourning for the tomb, Yan Ruyu still didn't know how to read at that time, but the appearance of the tombstone and the words on the tablet were imprinted in his memory.

Now that it sounds, isn't the name on the tombstone Cao Yaohua?

Yan Ruyu suddenly opened his eyes and searched around.

Wu Cuo didn't know why, but he didn't ask much, just followed closely.

Soon, the tombstone was found.

After 20 years of wind and rain, there have been small cracks on the tombstone, and a small piece of the corner of the monument has also fallen, but the words on it can still be seen clearly.

The tomb of her husband Cao Yaohua

August 1951 - February 1997

The words on the tombstone are simple.

There is also a bouquet of fresh flowers in front of the tomb, and the style and packaging of the three bouquets are exactly the same, which is enough to see that they were given by the same person.

"This Cao Yaohua ...... Know our parents? Wu Cuo asked.

"I don't know." Yan Ruyu shook her head, "However, the flowers are definitely not sent by dead people." ”

"What do you mean?"

"I think it's fake to send flowers, so let's notice that this Cao Yaohua is real.

The person who delivered the flowers may know our parents, and at the same time have some kind of relationship with Cao Yaohua. The question is, what exactly is their relationship? ”

Yan Ruyu circled around Cao Yaohua's grave, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "I can only take the risk and try." ”