In the middle of nowhere, a middle-aged man with a cold face and a girl with brown and red hair walked on the path like a sheep's intestine, leaving two rows of footprints on the wet and soft red clay, one large and one small. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was cold in the mountains, and there were still some crystal dewdrops on the blades of grass, and Gao Shan and his daughter Gao Ling walked slowly through the grass, and the shoes and trousers shook off the little crystals on the blades of grass, making a subtle rustling sound.

A few minutes later, Takayama led Gao Ling through an ancient stone gate adorned with deer-shaped coats of arms to a vast private cemetery.

Gao Ling has been following his father with his head down, his eyes and expression are covered by brown-red bangs, his father and daughter walk through the quaint stone tablets engraved with the names of their ancestors in silence, and Gao Shan, who usually laughs and talks with his daughter and gossip, is strangely silent today.

The father and daughter stopped in a corner of the cemetery and stood in front of the newest tomb in the cemetery.

The tombstone bears the mother's name.

A bouquet of daisies rests quietly in front of the tombstone, the tiny petals are delicate and white, and the thirteen daisies are tied together by a bracelet made of six shells.

Takayama bent down and placed a plain lily next to the bouquet of daisies, and straightened up to look at his deceased wife's tombstone quietly.

Gao Shan's back to his daughter's shoulder moved slightly:

"He's been here."

"Hmm." Gao Ling replied slightly.

She stared down at her toes, the wet marks on the tips of her shoes dripping, perhaps the dew drops left by the shaking of the blades of grass as she walked across the path.

"You talk to Mom, I have something missing, go look outside."

Gao Shan closed his eyes and exhaled softly, turned around very quickly, and slowed down and walked slowly towards the outside of the cemetery.

The middle-aged man, who described him as cold, put away his soft expression and stood by the square stone pillar at the gate of the cemetery waiting for his daughter.

But he couldn't help but show a soft expression.

"You're just a little girl, do you want to share it for me?"

The mountain departed from the square stone pillar it leaned on, and stood with its hands in its hands and looked into the distance.

In the rugged mountain path, a red-red butterfly locomotive drove at a slow speed that did not match its wild style, and the sound of the engine was low and inaudible, as if it did not want to disturb the purity of the cemetery.

Xu Hui, who was wearing a traffic police uniform, drove the car reluctantly, and Kaga Kaga, who was dressed in red and blond hair in the back seat, held his waist with one hand and a large bouquet of white roses in the other.

The crimson military locomotive flame rider was parked ten meters away from the gate of the cemetery, and Xu Hui and Kaga Feng walked over, each of them had a dark purple bruise on their eyes, one on the left and one on the right was very symmetrical.

Kaga Kaede and Takayama nodded and said hello, then carried the bouquet of white roses into the cemetery, leaving Xu Hui and Takayama at the gate of the cemetery.

Gao Shan raised his eyes to look at Xu Hui and pointed to his left eye.

Xu Hui, who was bruised in his left eye, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth:

"Who else could it be?"

Gao Shan had an imperceptible smile on his face and said, "Every year, he and I are not in a very good mood. ”

"You don't mind."

Xu Wei exhaled a puff of blue smoke, and the smoke dispersed directly to both sides in front of Gao Shan, like a wave split by a sharp sword, dissipating in the slightly cool air.

He lit two more cigarettes and stood on the red earth in front of the cemetery with the one he had used to do before.

"I'm not going in...... To tell you two things, first, I met Qin Ye's son. Second, the woman saw it too. Xu Hui faced the cemetery and raised his chin.

"What if you see it." Gao Shan reacted lightly, his smile disappeared, and only the scenery remained in his eyes.

Xu Wei frowned: "You also believe that Qin Ye and Luo Yu's 'background has nothing to do with responsibility' and 'people are born free'?" ”

"I also have a daughter."

Xu Hui sneered twice: "There are really a lot of people in the three families of Qiushi who have in their brains in this life. ”

He stopped talking and didn't smoke.

Until Kaede Kaede came out of the cemetery, the two men did not speak again.

The blonde woman patted Gao Shan's shoulder with a big grin: "Don't look half-dead, if Sister Chaoyan is still here, she will make fun of you again." You haven't gone in to sweep the grave yet? It's empty and lonely. ”

Gao Shan's voice was slightly sentimental: "When I walked here, I suddenly didn't dare to see her, I'll go in later." ”

"The dead are gone, don't be too sad." Kaga Kaede put his hands in his pockets and suddenly changed the subject, "Qin Ye's son, will also participate in the National College Kendo Competition this time?" ”

"Well, he'll be competing in a kendo tournament."

Takayama accentuated the words "kendo competition", but Kaga Kaede didn't seem to hear what he meant, and said to himself:

"It's good, this year it's your turn to host the three Fengyuelu families, and it is natural for the eldest son of the Qin family to return to the circle this time...... He has performed well in the 12 Dabiri, and it is only right that he will be arranged in a good position in the future...... You, Qin Ye, and that bastard don't care, but fortunately, Du Ze is a responsible person, and he won't be too eye-catching in the National College Kendo Competition......"

"You're worried about other people's sons." Xu Hui coldly interrupted Kaga Kaede.

Kaga Kaede's eyes widened and he glanced sideways, only to pull the bruise on his right eye, and his eyebrows furrowed in pain.

She patted Gao Shan on the shoulder again: "Then this is the case first, mourning." ”

She and Xu Hui rode on the crimson butterfly energy locomotive and left the mountain cemetery.

When I went, Kaede Kagae was driving, and the locomotive engine roared loudly, and even the gray clouds in the sky seemed to be shaken and fluttered in the wind.

A wisp of gray clouds swept over the stone gate decorated with deer-shaped coats of arms from above, and from above, in the remote corner of the cemetery, a girl with brown and red hair crouched in front of the grave with daisies and lilies whispering, and at the other end of the cemetery, in front of a tall tombstone that was also new but much more luxurious and solemn, casually throwing a large bouquet of white roses.

……

White Rabbit Shopping Street, Alfred Flower Shop.

The owner of the flower shop, an old woman with a few strands of tea hair on her silver hair, is looking kindly at the only customer in the shop, a boy in the uniform of Rinmori Town High School, who is choosing a favorite flower from a room full of flowers.

The boy chose a bouquet of flowers with golden stamens and small white and bright petals, probably some kind of Asteraceae flower, very fresh, she should like it.

The old woman behind her smiled, "Are you going to give it to someone you like?" In fact, there was no need to ask, she already knew the answer from the young nervousness on the boy's face.

The boy smiled shyly: "The hundredth date after dating, I want to surprise her." ”

The old woman took the bouquet in his hand: "If you are a lover, you can't give daisies." She lowered her head and sniffed the fragrance of the bouquet, "In our Yoga customs, the flower language of daisies is to hide the love in the heart, and lovers will not give it to each other." ”

The old woman closed her eyes in the scent of flowers and read a little poem:

"I love and don't say anything."

"I love, only I feel it in my heart."

"I cherish my secrets, and I cherish my pain."

"I swore that I loved and had no hope."

"But it's not without happiness."

"As long as you can miss it, you will be happy enough, even if you can no longer see you smiling."

"This poem was told to me by a gentleman who came to buy daisies in the morning, and his name was 'Daisy'...... If you are a lover, let's send this. ”

The old woman smiled and handed the boy a bouquet of white lilies.