Martyrs' Garden Hill Ding.

Qi Yu searched for tombstones one by one, and finally a bouquet of white roses broke into his field of vision.

At the time of the night, the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival was blue, and the large bouquet of white roses was so clear in the night.

From the moment she came out of the flower shop with the flowers, he could see that this bouquet of roses should have nine hundred and ninety-nine roses.

This number of roses has always been given to the people you love the most.

Because the person she loves the most is dead, does she choose to give white roses?

Qi Yu frowned, walked towards the tombstone with white roses in front of him, and when he got closer, he found that the words on the tombstone were so familiar.

"Qi Yu!" Qi Yu couldn't help but read the words on the tombstone, the person buried here is the same as his name.

Thinking of the "Brother Qi Yu" she shouted at herself in the morning, Qi Yu suddenly felt that the voice seemed to come out of her mouth, but in his memory, there has always been such a voice.

It's just that now, standing here and thinking about it, I don't remember that someone ever called him that.

Today, not only Ling Baolu's thoughts were confused, but even Qi Yu himself was also confused.

He looked at the photo on the tombstone, the night was already very thick, the light was very bad, he couldn't see clearly, so he had to squat down and ask about the roses that came to his face, Qi Yu had a moment of swaying.

Why did he feel that the fragrance of roses was so familiar and smelly, but since he can remember, this seems to be the first time he has smelled the fragrance of roses, but he feels so familiar.

In the dark, the photo was blurry, but Qi Yu could see at a glance that in the photo on the tombstone, the man in military uniform had the same face as himself.

Not only the face is the same, but even the action eyes are the same.

No wonder she can call the wrong person just by looking at her back.

Qi Yu frowned, what the hell is going on?

He doesn't believe that there are two identical leaves in this world, and the same is true for people, not twin brothers, naturally they won't be exactly the same.

I have to ask my father to know the answer.

But before asking his father, Qi Yu wanted to know, how did the man in the tombstone die, is it really related to his father?

Qi Yu stood up, took one last look at the tombstone, and saw the time on it, the date of birth was the same as his birthday, it was the same day, and the year of death was January 27, three years ago.

He's been dead for almost four years, and after four years, she still remembers him?

This kind of realization made Qi Yu's mood angry for no reason.

What's the use of thinking about a dead person?

Turning around, Qi Yu walked with a hint of anger and strode away from the Martyrs' Garden Mountain, there was no light here, he could only go down the mountain in the dim waning moon and moonlight.

In the blue night, the white Silbe drove like an arrow on the suburban road, and after entering the city, the speed slowed down slightly, but it was still very fast.

After a while, Qi Yu caught up with the black Bugatti Veyron, Ling Baolu was very careful when driving, the speed was not very fast, after seeing her car, Qi Yu couldn't help but reduce the speed of the car, and the speed was about the same as her, and drove on the high bridge of Sanssouci Island together.

The two cars were recorded, so the doorman directly let them go, drove for more than ten minutes, the two cars got off the high bridge, maintained a speed of twenty yards and drove on the road of Sanssouci Island, Ling Baolu entered the Qi family's villa, Qi Yu remembered the house number.