Qingzhou Martyrs Cemetery.

When night falls, the cemetery is solemn and quiet under the starry dots.

Shen You'an held a bouquet of stars in his arms and came to a tombstone.

On the pale cyan granite platform, there is a solemn black tombstone.

Shen Youan squatted down and placed the starry sky in front of the tombstone.

She stared.

In front of the tombstone, a bouquet of yellow and white chrysanthemums swayed gently in the night breeze, as if telling endless remembrance.

Shen Youan raised his eyes, looked at the black-and-white photo engraved on the tombstone, and raised his hand to carefully brush the falling dust.

The man in the photo is extremely handsome, and his eyes are full of brilliance, even through the old photos, you can feel the man's extraordinary handsomeness and elegance.

But ah, he stayed at the best age forever, and he didn't grow a wrinkle or stain his temples with frost.

"It turns out that there are still people in this world who remember you."

Shen You'an put on the fruit offering and candlestick, in the night breeze, the candle flame swayed slightly, and the man's voice and smile on the tombstone seemed to be close in front of him.

Shen Youan couldn't help but wet his eyes, squatted in front of the tombstone with his knees crossed, stared at the handsome man in the photo, and kept muttering.

The world is so big that she is homeless.

When she is wronged, when she is sad, when she is confused, she will come here and tell her sleeping father about the hardships and ups and downs in her life, the injustices and grievances she has encountered.

She would sleep all night against the tombstone, and when the first rays of morning light fell on her, she would wipe away her tears and be strong enough to welcome the new day.

On Shen Youan's growth path, she once complained about why her father left her alone, but it was her father who practiced his ideals with his life and taught Shen Youan the meaning and value of life.

Just like the epitaph engraved on my father's tombstone, the greatness of life and the glory of death.

Even if the mission is like an ant, it also has an unyielding will.

The stars twinkled in the sky, and at night, in the quiet cemetery, only the low whispers of the girl disappeared in the night wind.

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Crystal clear dew drops creep down in the night, sliding down the young leaves and stems in the morning light.

In the snap of a finger, the clouds and dew witnessed the passage of time.

The dawn of tranquility is slowly coming.

Shen You'an, who was leaning on the tombstone and was asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

The glimmer of the morning light sprinkled unscrupulously on his body, and Shen You'an subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

In my mind, the remaining nightmares gradually faded into nothingness.

Shen You'an calmed down her slightly disordered breathing, she hadn't had nightmares for a long time.

She couldn't remember everything in her dreams clearly, only a vague shadow.

The hardships of childhood, the suppression and humiliation of the entertainment industry, and that cold winter night......

Even in the scorching hot morning, Shen Youan could still feel the cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, as if even his blood was frozen.

Early the next morning, sanitation workers found the woman frozen to death on the street.

The community collected the body and buried it, with a few words on the tombstone, telling the story of a lifetime.

The dream was bizarre, and Shen Youan shook his drowsy head.

A man comes to the tombstone and puts down a bouquet of stars.

He stood in front of the tombstone for a long, long time, and the woman in the photo was beautiful, but there was always a kind of tired sadness in his eyes.

"I'm late."

This clear male voice seems to come from the depths of time and space, with deep sadness and thoughts.

Shen You'an's soul trembled.

The affection engraved in the voice is all touching to those who hear it.

The fog was thick and the man collapsed in front of the tombstone, his fingers brushing the eyes of the woman in the photo, as if to wipe away tears from her eyes.

The heavy rain fell in an instant, washing away all the filth and pickles of the world.

When the sun rises again, everything is still the same.

He was the only one who stayed forever in the spring rain of that year.

His love has never been spoken, but it is as fierce as fire, burning with his life.

Shen Youan wanted to see the man's face carefully, but no matter how hard she tried, the fragments of those dreams were like quicksand between her fingers, passing mercilessly.

Whether it was an illusory dream or a certain time and space that had actually happened, Shen You'an didn't know.

She just felt sad, her heart was suffocated, and she could barely breathe.

After calming her breath, a guess began to pop through her mind.

The neurons of the nervous system of the brain produce electrical charges when they work, forming natural bioelectric currents, and according to the principle of electromagnetism, the moving charges generate a magnetic field, which in turn affects the nervous system of the human brain.

The brain stores a huge amount of information during the day, constituting a combination of different illusory scenes at night, which is a special process of processing the stored information by the brain's nervous system.

This is where the dream comes from.

Why does she have such a dream, it must be a certain point during the day that triggers the memory of neurons, so the brain unconsciously connects the information in the brain disorderly, coupled with the geomagnetic field activity, she has not dreamed for a long time, and she will be haunted by nightmares.

Shen You'an's eyebrows furrowed, and his brain was spinning rapidly.

The sun is dazzling, and the insects and birds chirp to kick off the early morning, but it highlights the silence and silence of the cemetery.

Thinking of something, Shen You'an's eyes suddenly froze, and an incredible light jumped in his clear eyes.

When leaving, the chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone and the stars snuggled together, bathed in the warm sunshine in the silence of the garden.

Shen Youan walked out of the cemetery and took a taxi to the hospital.

Standing at the door of the ward, she looked at the middle-aged man on the hospital bed eating breakfast, and listened to the nagging of the woman next to her with some honesty.

"Brother, it's not me talking about you, why are you afraid of her, it's obvious that she is sorry for you, this marriage must be divorced."

Zhang Jian's face was bitter, biting the meat bun, and the food was tasteless.

Next to him, Luo Wan was still persuading him bitterly.

Shen Youan didn't listen anymore, went to the payment office, paid a week's medical and dietary fees, and helped him upgrade the VIP ward.

My uncle has been busy with work and taking care of the family all these years, and his health has long been overwhelmed, so it is good to take this opportunity to let him recuperate.

Ever since that dream, it was as if a big stone had been crushed against her heart.

Shen Youan was desperate to find out all this, so he went to a nearby Internet café.

In the enclosed space, the smell of smoke, instant noodles, and foot odor is almost disgusting.

After an all-nighter, the teenagers slept in front of the computer, the game interface on the screen was still fighting, and the faint light reflected the pale and tired young faces.

Shen You'an found the machine, sat down and turned it on, the slender ten fingers crackled on the keyboard, and the messy noise was particularly striking in the silent enclosed space.

A piece of surveillance popped up on the screen, which was the surveillance video of Zhang Jian drunk at the intersection in the early hours of yesterday morning.

When the first rays of the morning sun rose, countless pedestrians turned a blind eye to the drunk.

The young man in white stepped on the broken light and walked to his side.

He answered the phone and called 120, and before 120 came, he stayed by Zhang Jian's side and carefully fed him mineral water.

The surveillance picture is not high-definition, and the young man's figure is a little blurry, but it does not affect his outstanding figure and temperament.

"Rong Xianning ......."

Shen Youan stared at the boy on the screen, and finally found the remaining blurred shadow in the depths of his memory.