The original owner's body is still too weak, and there is still half an hour to walk from Mohushan Station to the cemetery.

Shu Ange adjusted the shoulder strap of his schoolbag and walked up the mountain as steadily as possible.

Halfway through, a taxi sped past Shu Ange and disappeared around the bend not long after.

This was followed by a calm system prompt.

"The target object of this strategy has appeared, and the current favorability is 30."

Shu Ange looked up at the taxi exhaust pipe, so he sat in the car.

This road only leads to the Mohu Mountain Cemetery, Shu Ange decided to go faster, and maybe he could meet the other party in the cemetery.

Fate is wonderful, Shu Ange touched the scar on his face.

She originally planned to remove the scar on her face and then go to Dihua's doppelganger in this plane, but the two met in advance.

However, this also proves in disguise that he is not a superficial person who judges people by their appearance, and he is not prejudiced because of the scar on her face.

In the cemetery in late autumn and early winter, with the cold air in the wind, Shu Ange tightened his collar and walked into the park under the slightly surprised gaze of the gatekeeper.

The taxi is still parked outside the door, and the other party should have chartered a car.

By the way, she was able to enter so smoothly because the Z Municipal Government slapped its head and transformed the Mohushan Cemetery into a park.

Although the scenery here is indeed good, out of taboo, few people go to the cemetery to enjoy the scenery.

"Flying Crane Grass."

Shu Ange muttered to himself, his eyes kept staring at the grass, trying to find the trace of the flying crane grass from inside.

The crows stood on the tall pine trees, perhaps because of the cloudy weather, and the atmosphere in the cemetery was particularly solemn.

The tombstone is inscribed with the year of birth and death of a man, and the photo is washed white by the rain.

The names of children and grandchildren are written on it, and life may be a comedy, but it is not necessarily a tragedy to be alone and have flowers in front of the grave.

The life of a person is very long, and when it is returned to the cemetery, it becomes very short.

Shu Ange walked around the cemetery for a long time, and finally found Feihe grass.

She squatted down, carefully cut the branches and leaves of the Feihe grass with a knife, wrapped them in plastic wrap and put them in her school bag.

The tender yellow like willow leaves of the flying crane grass is particularly eye-catching in the continuous decay grass.

Maybe it was bad luck, Shu Ange was digging into Xing's head, and two drops of water suddenly fell on his forehead.

She wiped her forehead with her hand and looked up at the sky, where it was beginning to rain.

"This is the hell weather, fortunately I was prepared."

Shu Ange opened the schoolbag and took out a black folding umbrella from it and stretched it out.

She held an umbrella in one hand, shook her body and moved her muscles, and her eyes suddenly fell on a black young figure in the distance.

He was tall and tall in a black hoodie, standing in front of a tall tombstone like a sculpture.

The rain gradually became heavier, and fell to the ground in a trickle, and the boy stood in the rain as if he was unconscious.

The Shu'an singer pressed on his chest, feeling the slightest pain.

This was the feeling that belonged to her, that inexplicable sense of closeness, telling her that this was the person she was looking for.

She put her bag on her back and walked towards the boy.

The rain lapped against the black umbrella, perhaps startled by the sound of footsteps. The young man standing in front of the tombstone looked back at Shu Ange.

His lips were white and blue, his cold white complexion was like pearl-white ivory that had been treasured for a hundred years, and his eyes were clear and sad, like stars hanging in the night sky.

In a black hoodie, washed white jeans, and a red string around his neck, he was dressed modestly.

"Hello, it's raining, do you want to share an umbrella?"

Shu Ange held the umbrella and politely asked the young man's opinion.

"Thank you."

His voice was like mint, cool and soft, closer than Shu Ange imagined.

Shu Ange walked to the tombstone, held the umbrella high, and covered the young man under the umbrella.

The tombstone is engraved with a photograph of a black-and-white woman with eyebrows and eyes that resemble those of a teenager, who died at the age of thirty.

The person who erected the monument called the deceased his beloved wife, and it was also engraved with his beloved son Zhao Xingyuan crying.

The rain has been falling, the sound of insects and birds has fallen silent, and the cemetery is as silent as another world.

"You're here to visit?"

Seeing that the young man's lips were getting greener and greener, Shu Ange broke the silence.

"My mother."

It turned out that he was Zhao Xingyuan, a very nice name, reminiscent of the sea of stars.

The cold wind blew, and the boy coughed and suddenly fell backwards.

Shu Ange hurriedly reached out to catch him, and the umbrella fell to the ground.

"Classmates, wake up, wake up. Zhao Xingyuan, Zhao Xingyuan. ”

Shu Ange called the other party's name, and the young man clenched his teeth and didn't mean to wake up.

The rain fell on the two of them, wetting Zhao Xingyuan's face, and the rain slid down his collar and into his smooth chest.

He was very thin, even thinner than Shu Ange imagined.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, she reached out and groped in Zhao Xingyuan's pocket, and finally found a small medicine bottle in his pants pocket.

Shu Ange looked at the bottle, poured out the medicine, and held Zhao Xingyuan obliquely to try to feed the pill to his mouth.

Maybe it was the instinct to protect himself after falling into a coma, Zhao Xingyuan closed his mouth tightly, and Shu Ange was hard to feed it in.

To make matters worse, his heart was beating fast and his breathing was rapid, and his condition was critical.

In a hurry, Shu Ange directly took the pill in his mouth, leaned over and fed it to Zhao Xingyuan's mouth mouth mouth to mouth, and pushed the pill to the base of his tongue with his tongue.

Zhao Xingyuan subconsciously swallowed and swallowed the medicine.

After feeding him the medicine, Shu Ange's cheeks were hot, and they were red to the base of his ears.

The rain was still falling, she picked up the umbrella on the ground to cover Zhao Xingyuan's upper body, and she was not afraid of getting dirty and sat directly on the marble floor splashed with muddy water.

Ordinary people are prone to getting sick after being in the rain for a long time, Shu Ange considered that she and Zhao Xingyuan were not in good health, so she tried to wake him up.

"Zhao Xingyuan, classmate Zhao?"

Maybe it was because of the excessive sadness and rain, Zhao Xingyuan didn't react in the face of Shu Ange's shout.

"We can't afford to delay any longer."

Shu Ange folded the umbrella and put it in his schoolbag, then took off his coat, put it on Zhao Xingyuan, and tried to carry him on his back.

"Whew, it's heavy."

The seemingly thin teenager was heavier to carry than Shu Ange imagined, not to mention that she had to carry a heavy schoolbag.

Human life is at stake, and no matter how heavy it is, we must persevere.

Considering that there was still a taxi waiting at the door, Shu Ange felt that she still earned it.

In such a remote place, there was no way to get a taxi, and she couldn't afford to call a car from the city center.

"One, two, three......"

Shu Ange walked forward in the rain, counting silently.

As she approached the door, a moan came from her back.

"Put me down."

The mint-like cool voice reveals a bit of weakness and weakness.

"It's classmate Zhao Xingyuan, you're not feeling well, hold on a little longer."

Zhao Xingyuan crouched on the back of the girl who was obviously shorter than himself, and his feet almost rubbed the ground.

He had an extra coat on him, and if memory serves, it was the coat that the girl wore before.