The summer wind carries a restless breath.

But I don't know if it's because of being in the cemetery, Bo Jinghan didn't feel the slightest heat, but had an illusion of coldness, from his back, all the way up, straight to the top of his head.

Holding a bouquet of pink and blue hydrangeas familiar with the fragrance of flowers, he stepped on the bluestone slab that had been smoothed out of the edges.

Bo Jinghan also walked towards a tombstone not far away.

Next to the tombstone, a figure stood with his back to her, holding his hands in his hands.

Perhaps sensing someone approaching, he suddenly turned around, saw her, and beckoned to her.

"You're here? Come, come on! ”

Lu Chenbin stood in front of the tombstone calmly, his expression couldn't tell whether it was restrained or deep, but there was the majesty of a superior between his eyebrows. And that face, although it is strict, I have to say that his angular face, as well as his facial features that can vaguely show the elegance of the past, have a little shadow of Lu Yan.

"Uncle Lu, are you...... Turned to see my mom? ”

Approaching, Bo Jinghan turned around and gestured to Aze.

Aze seemed reluctant and frowned slightly.

But seeing the persistence in Bo Jinghan's eyes, he had to step back and only look at them from a distance.

It's very regular, but there is also a bit of arrogance in this rule.

In Lu Chenbin's opinion, it is rare.

"Well, she's lonely and lonely in a foreign land, far away from her family. I'll come and see her when I'm free. ”

The calm and waveless tone made it impossible to hear his feelings.

But the edge in that eye faintly fluctuated slightly.

Is it polite, or is it salute first and then soldier?

Can't think of why he wanted to see her here, Bo Jinghan always maintained a little vigilance, smiled at him slightly, and then turned around gracefully, bent down and put the bouquet of hydrangeas in his arms in front of his mother's tombstone.

The voice opened softly, as if to greet his mother again.

"Mom, Uncle Lu has come to see you. He brought you your favorite hydrangea ......"

Whispering, Bo Jinghan half-squatted in front of the tombstone, reaching out and stroking the photo on the tombstone.

Although time flies, she has grown up, and Lu Chenbin has also entered middle age, but the beautiful shadow in the photo has not been worn by time, the beauty is still the same, indifferent, quiet, with a bit of detachment that does not eat the fireworks of the world. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was looking at them, and he smiled caringly. There is a little sadness in the smile, continue to be gentle, continue to be unspeakably concerned!

Two people, one standing, one squatting.

In front of him, a tombstone.

It's as if time has stood still and frozen in this moment.

For a long time, Lu Chenbin just stood aside, quietly looking at the tombstone, listening to her whisper, without talking or making a sound.

Bo Jinghan didn't talk to him boringly, just smiled faintly and stroked the tombstone. But his heart was very clear, knowing that Lu Chenbin's move was by no means as simple as coming to see Bo Qingqing. He's putting pressure on her and giving her a kick.

Like the first lesson she learned at base.

-- The psychological defense line is the first target of the attack. Whoever crushes out wins the opportunity. And one of the major elements that break down the psychological defense line is the environmental element.

Probably because of this, he first whetted her appetite, and then arranged the place to meet in this place. There is her nostalgia, her family, her warmth, and her inexhaustible hatred......

These are her weaknesses!.

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