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The cemetery in Chixin City is always so quiet.

Endless tombstones, flowers in front of the tombstones, and tears hanging on the flowers that have not completely dried.

A small tombstone is the final destination of thousands of human beings.

No matter rich or poor, no matter high or low.

Logically speaking, Dong Peng should not be buried so hastily.

However, because Dong Peng's family members who came to Chixin City were only Yiyi, and Yiyi was just an underage child on the one hand, and there was no formal adoption relationship on the other hand, the hospital did not choose to let Dong Yiyi handle Dong Peng's body.

As for the Chixin City Public Security Bureau, because of the continuous promotion and death of the bureau, no one paid too much attention to the dead Dong Peng. They just hurried to the hospital to confirm the identity of the deceased, and then handed it over to Chixin City Hospital for processing. Chixin City Hospital naturally completed the process in the shortest time in accordance with the principle of being as convenient as possible.

So at this time, although it was only the seventh day, Dong Peng's grave had already sprouted new grass.

"Uncle." Yiyi sat cross-legged in front of Dong Peng's grave, holding a basket of fruit in his hand.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, but it feels like a lifetime ago."

"Maybe I should have called the hospital directly that day."

"This... this is your favorite."

Yiyi carefully took out a plate of washed strawberries from the basket and gently placed it in front of Dong Peng's grave.

"Uncle, thank you."

Yiyi placed the fruits one by one in front of the grave, and then stared at the tombstone in a daze.

"If it weren't for you, maybe I would still be oppressed by those people, and I might be crippled by them for running away, or I might eventually be unable to bear it and start to help the tyrants."

"If it weren't for you, who would teach me to read?"

"If it weren't for you, who would... who would give me a home?"

A little bit of tears fell quietly.

"You are so insincere." A voice suddenly sounded from behind Dong Yiyi.

"Who?" Yiyi stood up suddenly and turned around to look behind him.

"If you don't know what to say, you don't have to say it." Xue Mo ignored him and continued, "Forcing love is not beautiful."

"You?" Yi Yi Tong Kong suddenly shrank: "What did you say? How could my feelings for my uncle be fake!"

"I didn't say your feelings were fake." Xue Mo stood there, not moving: "I said your way of expression was too deliberate."

"I..." Yi Yi narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Xue Mo: "None of your business!"

"Haha." Xue Mo suddenly laughed twice, and then said: "Little friend Dong Yi Yi, you and I are the same kind of people. Of course, I know that your feelings are real, but it is also true that you can't express them. There is no need to deliberately imitate other people's behavior. You just need to keep it in mind and don't forget it. That's all."

After speaking, Xue Mo slowly walked forward a few steps, walked to the tombstone, and gently patted the stone tombstone.

"What are you doing?" Yiyi looked at Xuemo angrily: "Why do you take pictures of your uncle's tombstone? Take your dirty hands away!"

"Nice eyes."

Xuemo looked at Yiyi opposite him. If eyes could kill, Yiyi should have killed Xuemo thousands of times by now.

"But unfortunately, your courage is not as good as your momentum." Xuemo shook his head slightly, then put a cigarette on the tombstone and lit it gently.

"Goodbye, little guy, I think we will see each other again if there is a chance."

"Huh?" When Yiyi reacted, Xuemo had already left.

"Are you okay?" Huo Yuan ran out from the woods nearby and asked anxiously.

"Huo Yuan?" Yi Yi looked at Huo Yuan in surprise: "Why are you here?"

"I was worried about you, so I came to see you." Huo Yuan supported Yi Yi who was about to fall, and asked in confusion: "I just saw that person talking to you, who was that?"

"It was Xue Mo." Yi Yi shook his head, not ready to tell Huo Yuan in detail, just casually said: "Do you remember the psychology teacher in our school?"

"Psychology teacher?" Huo Yuan frowned slightly and recalled, then nodded: "It seems that there is such a person, what is he doing? Why do you look so nervous?"

"Nothing." Yi Yi shook his head again: "It's just... just that he told me something about my uncle just now, I was a little surprised."

"Oh." Huo Yuan nodded after hearing what Yi Yi said, but he didn't doubt it anymore.

Dong Peng has many secrets, and Yi Yi and Dong Peng haven't known each other for a long time. If Dong Peng has something that can shock Yi Yi, it's not surprising.

"Okay, let's go." Yi Yi took another look at the tombstone, and there was still half a cigarette left on the tombstone.

"Aren't you going to sit for a while?" Huo Yuan also looked at the tombstone, and looked at Yi Yi with some doubts: "Didn't you say you were going to spend the night here today?"

"No." Yi Yi shook her head and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Some people are right. The way to express feelings should be based on my own feelings, rather than doing something that meets everyone's expectations, but that is not me."

"Yeah." Huo Yuan nodded as if he understood: "Then, where are we going now?"

"To express the sadness in my heart in my own way." Yi Yi closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened her eyes again, there was only determination in her eyes.