The next morning, He Xiyan got up early, she walked to the window, opened the curtains, and found that it was white outside, and it was still snowing lightly.

The weather seems to be getting colder.

The hotel is located in the middle of nowhere, with only a few resettlement communities around and mountains not far away.

Chen Jiahang also got up, he put a coat on He Xiyan's body, and tied a scarf for her. He himself was dressed tightly, with a black coat and black boots.

"Is your friend far away?"

Out of the hotel, He Xiyan couldn't help but ask, they don't have a car, and it's even more difficult to take a taxi when it's snowing.

Chen Jiahang didn't answer, suddenly, he frowned, and a trace of sadness that He Xiyan didn't capture in his eyes flashed in his eyes.

He walked to the side of the road, stopped a taxi, and then said to the driver an address that He Xiyan was instantly stunned for.

"Master, Malan Cemetery, thank you."

Cemetery?

He Xiyan was stunned, and the doubts on his face turned into shock. She had guessed a lot about the possible identities of his friends, however...... He didn't expect his friend to be gone.

The car eventually stopped at the foot of a hill on the outskirts.

Getting out of the car, He Xiyan saw a few clear big words on the big stone: "Malan Lieshi Cemetery." ”

It turns out that his friend is?? Or police officer C, did he die in the line of duty? He Xiyan followed behind Chen Jiahang with doubts.

He found that Jia Hang walked into a flower shop at the entrance of the cemetery, which sold flowers for the deceased, with chrysanthemums being the most.

Chen Jiahang took out a few hundred yuan, and then asked for eight bouquets of chrysanthemums, he handed two bouquets to He Xiyan to hold, and he himself brought six bouquets.

He Xiyan became more and more puzzled in her heart, she stared at her eyebrows, but she didn't ask, because she could see that Jiahang's face was not very good all the time today, and she seemed to be very sad.

Looks like he's grieving for his friend who once died. Asking him something at this time will only make him sadder.

Out of the flower shop, they walked towards the cemetery, where they walked a little slowly because of the snow. This is a martyr's cemetery, and the people buried here are, as the name suggests, given the title of sergeant by the state.

Jia Hang didn't seem to know where his friend was buried, he walked over from the first row of tombs, looked at the name of each tombstone, and then went to the second row, the third row...... Eventually, he stopped at the third tomb in the seventh row.

He Xiyan followed Jiahang. She looked at a tomb in front of her and looked at what was written on the tombstone:

Tomb of Liege Wong Wing Fai, Park, December 2016.

He Xiyan looked at the posthumous photo on the tombstone, it was a young boy who looked only twenty years old.

Is this the friend that Jia Hang said, a friend who has been dead for many years?

He Xiyan frowned, she looked at the man beside her, and found that Jia Hang's face was solemn, and his face was even paler than when he first came.

He just stood in front of the tomb, letting the cold wind blow his face. He didn't say a word, just lowered his head, as if in contemplation or in silence.

He Xiyan could see the sadness in Jia Hang's heart, and she also lowered her head, mourning the dead young Zhanshi.

After a while, she saw Jiahang raise her head, then took out a bouquet of chrysanthemums from the bag, squatted down, and gently placed it in front of the tomb.

After that, Jiahang came to a tomb next to it, the fourth tomb in the seventh row.