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The next morning, Lu Xing stuffed a large enough double folding umbrella into his bag. Then he took the bus to Changning Cemetery on Yongfu Road. It rained during the Qingming Festival. He stared at the drizzle outside the window and thought, "What our ancestors said is true." It actually rained. Lu Xing lowered his head and recited the English composition template, but his thoughts drifted a little far away. "I don't know if those two guys are still alive now." When he fell when he was a child, he thought, it would be great if he had a father and mother to help him. When he was older and no one held a parent-teacher meeting for him, he thought, it would be great if someone could be his father and mother. Although none of his wishes came true, Lu Xing also learned a lesson.

It is better to make your own decisions than to ask for divination from the gods, and it is better to have the ability than to chant the Buddha's name and recite the scriptures.

He can stand up.

Even though he stood a little awkwardly, he stood up.

After arriving at the station.

Lu Xing found Changning Cemetery. There was a bench with a canopy at the entrance. He sat over with his schoolbag.

The little golden retriever should go to talk to his mother, so he didn't go in with her.

The mother and daughter were chatting, and if he went there, the little golden retriever would definitely hold on to his face and not cry.

This is not okay!

So he simply waited at the door and bought some white chrysanthemums.

Hmm.

No flowers were picked from the flowerbed.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a figure wearing a cardigan and trousers came over from not far away.

Lu Xing narrowed his eyes and looked at Xia Yeshuang's outfit today.

All black, with all her blonde hair tied behind her head.

It was the first time he saw Xia Yeshuang dressed so solemnly.

Xia Yeshuang was a little bit unbelievable when she saw Lu Xing sitting on the bench.

He came so early?

Lu Xing walked up and calmly handed over a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of water.

"Please bring these flowers to Auntie."

"Drink this water when you are thirsty."

In fact, remember to drink a sip when your throat is hoarse from crying.

Xia Yeshuang stared at the things Lu Xing handed over in a daze, until Lu Xing held an umbrella and sent her to the gate of the cemetery, she suddenly felt sour in her eyes, and her bright eyes were shining with water.

The damn old man Xia did too many bad things and didn't dare to come to see her mother.

So.

Every Qingming Festival, she came by herself.

Lu Xing tried his best to give the little golden retriever some sense of reliability: "Go, I'll wait for you here."

"You can see me as soon as you come out."

Until Xia Yeshuang stood in front of her mother's tombstone, this sentence was still playing repeatedly in her mind.

Xia Yeshuang looked up and looked at the photo on the tombstone with bitterness.

She placed the white chrysanthemum that Lu Xing had given her in front of the tombstone. She remained silent, but her tears could not stop falling.

The scythe of the god of death will not forgive anyone.

No matter how glorious and wealthy you were in life, you are dead when you die, and dust returns to dust, and earth returns to earth, and there is nothing left.

"Mom..."

Xia Yeshuang sat in front of the tombstone, choking and leaning gently on the cold stone, raising her voice and pretending to be cheerful.

"That woman entered your room without permission, I'm so powerful, I beat her out!"

"I won't let anyone touch your things! Will you be happy, mom?"

Narratively, trivially.

Everything that cannot be told to outsiders, she wants to tell her mother at this moment.

Wherever my heart is at peace is my hometown.

The cemetery that everyone fears is the most comfortable and peaceful place for her.

Xia Yeshuang's cheeks were covered with tears as she spoke, but her eyes remained on the bunch of white chrysanthemums.

She murmured.

"Mom, I met someone..."

"Will I repeat your mistakes?"

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The death of a loved one is not a rainstorm, but a long dampness in this life.

Every moment in life after that, I will subconsciously feel that it would be better if she was still there.

Xia Yeshuang cried in front of the tombstone from morning to night.

Lu Xing sat on the bench and wrote questions from morning to night.

There is not much Lu Xing can do to help with the client's affairs.

Because there is no real empathy in this world.

It's not his mother who died.

So no matter how much he comforted her, it would be useless. It all seemed like a high-handed pity, which was unnecessary.

The best way is to accompany her.

When people are most confused and want to follow their loved ones, tell her that there are still people waiting for you in the world.

Can't leave.

The sun sets, but the rain is getting heavier.

Lu Xing looked at the time.

More, holding an umbrella and standing at the entrance of the cemetery.

A few minutes later.

Xia Yeshuang came out of the cemetery with red and swollen eyes, and her eyes fell directly on a bench not far away.

No one.....

Has Lu Xing left?

Yes.

It's so late.

Tears that failed to win back filled her eyes again, and Xia Yeshuang lowered her head and sniffed.

"Why don't you look back?"

Click.

The sound of barely audible footsteps appeared behind Xia Yeshuang.

She looked back in surprise: "You didn't leave?"

Lu Xing stood with an umbrella to shield her from the drizzle, and smiled helplessly.

"I said I would wait for you here."

There were gusts of cool breeze and continuous rain.

Lu Xing carefully took out a tissue to wipe the tears and rain on her face.

Xia Yeshuang stared straight at Lu Xing's face.

Her heart seemed to be softened by a spring of water, and a strange feeling filled her chest.

Wherever my heart is at peace is my hometown.

"I'm wet." Xia Yeshuang said.

"I saw it." Lu Xing replied.

"Lu Xing, I feel bad."

Lu Xing paused.

This was the first time he heard Xia Yeshuang speak out her thoughts so bluntly.

Lu Xing thought for a moment.

"Okay."

Lu Xing suddenly grabbed Xia Yeshuang's arm and ran forward.

Like a little lion running rampant, running wildly on the streets of the new world.

"Hahaha!"

There were very few pedestrians on the street, the crackling rain hit my face, and the sound of the wind was particularly clear in my ears.

All the boredom, depression, and trivial matters seemed to be left far behind.

The pain in the ankle was no longer important, and the adrenaline in the brain was secreted crazily.

Lu Xing and Xia Yeshuang shouted and ran in the drizzle.

No one will care about two crazy kids.

While running, Xia Yeshuang saw Lu Xing's raised mouth corners, and she also smiled for the first time today.

"Like."

Lu Xing didn't hear clearly: "What?"

The two words were blown away by the wind, but they were firmly imprinted in Xia Yeshuang's eyes. She didn't speak again, but repeated it ten thousand times in her heart.

Like.

I like you.

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