During the Qingming season, the rain fell one after another.

A woman stood alone with an umbrella in front of a tombstone in a remote corner, the tombstone seemed to be a little older, and it was no longer clear that the words on it could not be seen clearly. There were fruits and flowers and a pot of sake in front of the tombstone, and the woman sighed, sighed heavily, and said helplessly: "Red face is thin." ”

The rain fell on the umbrella held by the woman, forming raindrops like bead curtains flowing down the edge of the umbrella. The woman stood for about ten minutes, then turned away. Back in the parking lot at the foot of the cemetery mountain, the car door opened, and the woman walked over, closed the umbrella and sat in the car. The driver starts the car and the car leaves the cemetery.

The secretary sitting in the co-pilot said softly: "The little young master called just now and asked you to serve him a glass of wine." ”

"Tell him he did." The woman said lightly, her voice was very good.

Inadvertently, the woman noticed through the rearview mirror that a trace of gray hair had appeared on her sideburns.

The secretary said, "Just now there was a call from the health center, saying that he was sick again, and asked you to come and have a look." ”

The woman nodded, and the secretary motioned for the driver to drive to the health center.

The full name of the health center is Shanghai Mental Health Center, which is a psychiatric hospital.

The car drove to the psychiatric hospital, where the doctor personally received the woman and led the woman through the alley to a backyard that looked like a back garden. At this point, the doctor did not follow, and the woman walked in alone and found a man in a pavilion. The man was wearing a hospital gown, sitting on the edge of the pavilion with his eyes blankly looking ahead, not crying or making a fuss, only occasionally smirking.

The woman walked up and sat down next to him and said something to him, and he giggled all the time.

An hour later, the woman stood up to leave.

Suddenly, a man's voice came from behind him: "Xiaoqing, remember to come to see me next time." ”

Tears welled up in the woman's eyes, and she hid her face and wept—

PS: Actually, the last chapter is already the end, and the reason why there is this postscript may be because of the literary youth. The reason why there was no update a few days ago is because I have been adjusting my mentality and nesting at home like an ostrich without moving. The story has developed to this point, and it has reached a boundary, and because of some force majeure reasons, it can only end in a hurry. It's not a rush, I think everything that needs to be written has already been written. Everything about Hao Ren has been written very clearly. At the end of the last chapter, he is a hero, where Sun Xiaoqing is still alive and has many to conquer in the future. And in this postscript, from the beginning, Hao Ren was not a hero, he was just an amorous prodigal. The woman in the postscript is Xia Wanyu, and the tombstone is Sun Xiaoqing. The reason why I wrote this is because I feel that if Sun Xiaoqing really died at the beginning, Hao Ren would not have any future. Anyway, this is the end of the book. Thank you for reading, in the future, Mantou will also write a new book, but Mantou will have to rest for a month. Finally, let's talk about the contact information of steamed bread, QQ: 1694539229, WeChat: manyou0911, welcome to add steamed bread. We'll see you next in the next book.