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Wen Qingying stood by the tomb for a while, then he glanced at Tao Ling, bent down, and respectfully placed the flowers in his hand in front of the monument.

"Tao Jun, the handsome guy who tied the flowers that I told you about last time came to give you flowers. This time the flowers were tied very well." Tao Ling said, "Then I won't give this to you. The handsome boy’s mother. You two can be considered neighbors. If you meet down there, just ask auntie how she gave birth to such a good son."

Wen Qingying turned her head to watch Tao Ling speak. Tao Ling still looked at the tombstone and said to himself: "Did someone come to see you some time ago? His name is Xia Chaoyang. Who is he? He seems to care about you very much. It seems like he cares about you so much and doesn’t even know you’re dead. He must have been caught in the rain that day. Are you happy that he was caught in the rain? You are such a narrow-minded person who must avenge you."

The breeze blew across the tops of the arborvitae trees, and the rustling sound seemed to be responding to him.

After staying for less than half an hour, Tao Ling muttered a few words to himself and became silent. Finally, he poked Wen Qingying on the shoulder and pointed to the top of the cemetery.

Wen Qingying understood, bowed to the tombstone, and led Tao Ling up.

Two rows of tombs were separated from Tao Jun's tomb, and four trees were staggered horizontally. Tao Ling saw Wen Qingying's mother behind a large bush of arborvitae.

She is a very beautiful woman with bright features and soft brows. Wen Qingying looks very much like her. Tao Ling looked at the records on the stele and found that she was actually not very old when she died, at the age of forty-five.

The monument was erected three years ago, only more than a month earlier than Tao Jun.

I don't know who came before the two of them. A large bouquet of flowers was placed in the middle of the tomb. Lily and white roses joined in the fun. There were some water drops hanging on the lace. They should not have been placed this morning.

Just as Tao Ling was concentrating on looking at the tombstone, Wen Qingying suddenly stepped forward, picked up the flower with one hand, turned his head and threw it on the ground at his feet.

The movements even seemed a little rough. Tao Ling was a little surprised and turned to look at him.

Wen Qingying did not meet his gaze this time, but just looked down at the tombstone. There was no anger on her face, but the line of her jaw was obviously tense, and her whole person suddenly became cold and hard, which suddenly made people afraid to approach.

Tao Ling smiled, feeling that this sudden action made him look like a real person. He didn't say much, just like Wen Qingying did just now, he put the flowers in his hand in the center of the tomb.

"Hello, Auntie, I'm your son's...guest. I happened to come with him today, so I came to see you." Tao Ling said.

Wen Qingying remained motionless, but her eyes softened suddenly.

Because he couldn't speak, Tao Ling didn't know what to say after finishing this sentence, so he could only keep silent. The two stood side by side in front of the grave, each with their own thoughts.

Autumn is already deep, the sun is shining down from the top of the head, and the heat becomes lukewarm, which will only make the sky taller and people smaller. The wind was neither cold nor hot, just a little sad.

Tao Ling suddenly felt that being buried in autumn was actually the most suitable for Tao Jun.

After a long time, Wen Qingying finally made some movement. He took out his mobile phone to type and asked, "Sir, are you leaving?"

Tao Ling nodded, and bowed to the woman on the tombstone. When he got up, he saw Wen Qingying tilting his head, looking at the bouquet of flowers that he had thrown away. Tao Ling patted him on the shoulder, and simply picked up the flower.

When I left, I passed by a new tomb. There was a lot of noise around the tomb. Five or six people gathered there. Some were lighting candles and others were burning paper money. A teenage girl cried out and wanted to throw herself on the grave. Two adults coaxed and persuaded her to pull her away. During the struggle, the girl ran hard. The person behind her accidentally let go of her hand, and she stumbled down. It hit the edge of the tomb.

Amidst the screams, Wen Qingying took a step forward. Before he could move, the little girl was already picked up by her parents. He silently retracted his feet.

The little girl's forehead immediately turned red, and a bump was visible to the naked eye. She didn't know whether it was heartache or physical pain, and she was howling so hard that she could hardly make a sound. Everyone couldn't bear it, howling and sobbing together.

The road was blocked, and Tao Ling and Wen Qingying had no choice but to watch this scene. The middle-aged man holding the little girl had tears in his eyes. He pulled the child out of the way and apologized to the two people: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please pass."

Tao Ling stopped looking and rushed through the mourning.

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