In the early morning, the sun shines into the bedroom through the pink curtains, and the two people on the bed finally wake up.

He Xiyan rubbed his eyes, and after a while, he stretched out a pair of hands as white as jade, and as for the pajamas he was wearing, he didn't know where he had been thrown away.

The atmosphere is still the same as last night's ambiguity.

She sat up, her cheeks flushed with shyness as if she had just done such a man-woman thing.

They did have an extremely good night last night.

That way of expressing love with body language is a beautiful experience. It is also in this process that she can feel that he loves her very much, not just that he wants her. It was the first time she felt someone's love in this way.

I can't put into words how it feels, but I think it's wonderful.

"Get up, Ye Hao......" He Xiyan gently patted the man beside him, and a pair of watery eyes looked at him deeply.

Ye Hao didn't seem to have woken up yet, and blinked his eyes vigorously a few times before he barely opened them.

He Xiyan took all his clothes, shirts, suits, and ties, as if they were on a business trip. However, she has always felt that men's formal wear is the most temperamental, and it is more mature.

She herself changed into a black skirt and a pair of black leather shoes.

Black is a serene and solemn color that is worn during memorial services.

It was half past eight in the morning when the two of them went out, and they went to have breakfast first, and then went to the flower shop to buy two bouquets of flowers, and some incense for worship.

Her parents are buried on a hillside behind their hometown, more than 30 kilometers away from Liuyang City, so they have to drive for half an hour to get there.

Along the way, He Xiyan looked at the scenery of her hometown through the glass, her hometown was quiet and beautiful, with green mountains and green waters, and every hill was lush and green, without any trace of vegetation destruction. Because there are many people and few fields, each household here can only get one or two acres of land, and there is too little land, so the local people almost do not grow rice and cotton and other food cash crops, but grow vegetables in the field.

At this time, it is a good time for spring flowers to bloom, and you can see rape flowers one after another in the world, and the golden flowers are gorgeous and dazzling under the sunlight. He Xiyan has a deep love for this land, and every time he comes back, he has an urge to write down these pictures in paintings.

The car ended up parked in front of a small two-story building.

It is a brick house, but no one has lived in it for more than ten years, and it looks very old, far less than the small western-style buildings and small villas newly built by other residents here.

He Xiyan got out of the car, pointed to a hill behind the house and said:

"It's right in the back, 70 meters away."

After speaking, he asked Ye Hao to carry the things they brought up the mountain, the mountain road was quite flat, and the cement road was also built, so it was easy to walk. Burials are popular here, and almost all of the people who die are buried on their own back hills.

Ye Hao has climbed a famous mountain many times, but this kind of 100-meter-high hillside is still the first to come, and in his eyes, it is not called a mountain but a small slope.

There are a lot of peach trees planted on the hillside, and they bloom very well at this time, the breeze blows, the falling flowers are colorful, and the fragrance is pleasant, which makes people feel refreshed at once.

Sure enough, the air quality in the countryside is good.

"Here, Ye Hao ......" He Xiyan pointed to a forked path, through which he could see two tombs not far away.

Ye Hao helped He Xiyan to come to the grave cautiously.

But when they came here, they were all stunned, surprised, you look at me, I look at you.