I just divorced my childhood sweetheart, how come we were reborn together?

No flowers or complicated etiquette are needed.

Following Qian Xiuxiu in silence, the group stood in front of a tombstone.

This was the second time that Lin Bai and Su Yunxi came to the cemetery.

In Chicheng, the tradition of burial is maintained.

So the ancestors are worshipped in the mountains, not in the cemetery.

The last time they went to the cemetery was in Jinling on May Day this year.

That day, Lin Bai and Su Yunxi paid tribute to Yan Yingying, Yan Yuan's cousin.

But the mood that day was very different from today.

For Yan Yingying, Lin Bai and Su Yunxi's sadness was more of a helpless lament.

Yan Yingying was an image in Yan Yuan's words, but not specific.

Like a fictional character composed of countless characters, their sadness was no different from watching a tragic movie.

But Zhao Chen was different.

The color photo printed on the stone tablet was as vivid as the first sight yesterday.

It was a young man with yellow hair, but he looked very quiet.

It was a head of pink hair, meeting again on the streets of Bincheng.

It was driving to the coastal embankment for a ride, reveling to the beat of music.

It was the wanton laughter at the family dinner.

It was that boy who asked them in a helpless tone to take Qian Xiuxiu to see the winter sea in Bincheng.

Will she be sad?

Yes.

Lin Bai and Su Yunxi were silent almost instantly from the heart.

Will she cry?

No.

She lowered her head in silence, raised her eyes in silence, and wanted to comfort Qian Xiuxiu.

It was just that the 25-year-old Qian Xiuxiu stood in the sunshine at nine o'clock, facing the sunlight, looking at the face of the small tombstone.

Blooming an unspeakable flower.

A real smile is like a flower, a brilliant red.

But with the same sunshine, the woman's face was also covered with crystal tears.

Crying with joy is an emotion.

And crying with a smile is also a kind of mood.

Without disturbing Qian Xiuxiu, the four people expressed their commemoration in different ways.

Yan Yuan squatted in front of the tombstone, looking at Zhao Chen in the photo, with a complicated expression.

Because you have lost, you will experience the taste of loss.

Coincidentally, this loss is called separation of life and death.

November.

No, it is December, today is the first day of December.

The Bohai Sea in December is gray.

The wind from the north, from the inland.

It carries the earthy smell of the mountain plains, and is mixed with the moisture and fishy smell of the sea.

At this moment, it passed through a corner of the suburbs of the city, passed through the towering stone tablets, and poured into Lin Bai's lungs.

It seemed that what the wind had experienced was also poured into Lin Bai's brain at this moment.

The sadness was washed away without a trace at this moment.

Gently patting Qian Xiuxiu, Lin Bai looked at Qian Xiuxiu with tears in her eyes.

"Sister Xiuxiu, let's go to the sea."

"I've never seen the seaside in December."

Qian Xiuxiu nodded, ready to suppress her emotions.

But emotions are like springs that have hit the bottom, and they exploded at this moment.

"Tell me, why is it him? We have just started, and we have experienced so much."

"We went from north to south, and from south to north, but why did we only spend this short time together."

"Why, why is it like this?"

Qian Xiuxiu's crying at this moment was more intense than last night.

Lin Bai watched silently, and gently patted Sister Xiuxiu: "It's okay, Sister Xiuxiu, we all know it shouldn't be like this."

"But Zhao Chen..."

Qian Xiuxiu choked, and Lin Bai gently hugged Qian Xiuxiu's shoulders.

Qian Xiuxiu leaned on Lin Bai's shoulder silently: "You know, that day in the hospital."

"Zhao Chen no longer looks like himself, bald, skinny, and has lost his appearance."

"With tubes inserted all over his body, I couldn't even sit by his bed, I could only look through the glass window."

"We watched for a minute, maybe two minutes, he kept smiling at me, always smiling."

"But I couldn't laugh, but I knew I should laugh, through the reflection of the glass, that was probably my ugliest expression."

"But I don't care, I even want to get old quickly and show Zhao Chen all my looks."

"But he hasn't seen it yet."

"He didn't see me getting old, didn't see my future bad habits, and didn't see the Western pastry that I will definitely learn in the future."

"He's only 25 years old, how could he see it."

Qian Xiuxiu gritted her teeth, her voice trembling.

Lin Bai could feel his shoulders were wet, and gently patted Qian Xiuxiu's back.

Su Yunxi also stood behind Lin Bai and took out a brand new pack of tissues from Lin Bai's pocket.

Wiping Qian Xiuxiu's tears, Su Yunxi said softly: "It's okay, Sister Xiuxiu, you still have us."

"We will accompany you to watch you grow old, and I want to eat the pastries you make in the future."

"You have to work hard to open a shop and make a living"I want you to open a fruit shop in our Luzhou."

"And we need to open it in Jinling, so that we can eat your fruit every day."

Su Yunxi said, looking at Qian Xiuxiu who looked up at her from her shoulder, and reached out to touch Qian Xiuxiu's head.

"It doesn't matter, sister Xiuxiu, whether you cry or laugh, we will be here."

"By the way, Xiao Mo will take the college entrance examination next year, and we will come here to play next summer vacation, and we can play all summer."

Qian Xiuxiu looked at Su Yunxi, looked at the smiling girl, and nodded.

Standing up again, Qian Xiuxiu looked at Lin Bai, with a hoarse voice after crying, but smiled.

"The boy has a good shoulder, and it feels quite reliable."

Lin Bai pursed his lips and nodded: "Glad to help."

"But sister, I am a special case, and I can't let other women rely on me. "Qian Xiuxiu said seriously.

Lin Bai held Su Yunxi's hand and nodded: "Sister Xiuxiu, I love Yunxi wholeheartedly."

Su Yunxi sighed helplessly and looked at Lin Bai gently: "Fool."

Qian Xiuxiu took a piece of paper: "Go to the sea, you shouldn't cry anymore!"

She looked at Yan Yuan not far away, who was still squatting on the ground, looking at the stone tablet.

Qian Xiuxiu walked over and patted Yan Yuan: "Let's go, brother Yuan."

Yan Yuan came back to his senses at this moment and took a deep breath: "Then let's go to the sea, it's my turn to drive."

"Okay."

The three said in unison.

The car windows and sunroof were opened, and the air conditioning was enough to make people sober.

"If love is not spoken, keep guessing..."

A familiar voice came from the speakers, but it was hard to guess which song it was.

"Is this Stefanie Sun? "

Qian Xiuxiu suddenly said, Su Yunxi and Yan Yuan nodded.

Su Yunxi looked at Lin Bai: "Okay, loyal fans, don't be silent, which song is this?"

Lin Bai shook his head gently to the rhythm.

"Yintai."

"Yintai? Yintai is quite far from here." Qian Xiuxiu said.

"Hahaha," Lin Bai said with a smile: "This song is called Yintai."

"Is there Wanda?" Yan Yuan suddenly asked.

Lin Bai looked at everyone and laughed, and didn't say much.

This is a sad song, he didn't want Qian Xiuxiu to listen to it in the sad sea breeze.