Lu Jingchi had no response, stood calmly, not even blinking his eyes.

On the contrary, Jiang Lan was anxious. She hurried forward, grabbed Pei Qing's arm, and shook his head at him.

Pei Qing stared at her panic, and raised a strong taunt at the corner of her mouth.

"What did you find?" Lu Jingchi asked suddenly.

Pei Qing glanced at him coolly, "Why should I tell you?"

Lu Jingchi raised his hand and pushed away his dagger.

Pei Qing sounded like a punch on the cotton. He accepted the knife angrily and dragged Jiang Lan over with his backhand.

Jiang Lan stood in front of the tombstone. She looked at the photos on the tombstone. It was more unspeakable than just now strange.

The chest is stuffy.

Lu Jingchi looked at the back of the two. He was silent and turned away.

He came to the gazebo not far away, leaned on the pillars, and thought about the cigarettes.

Pei Qing picked up the paper money on the ground and ignited, kneeling on the ground half, and put the paper money in front of the tombstone.

While throwing paper in it, he whispered, "Come and kneel."

Jiang Lan frowned and looked at him in a doubt.

But Pei Qing sounded on burning paper money and didn't look at her.

He said: "Don't you understand the words? Look at the name on the tombstone."

Hearing him, Jiang Lan then noticed the inscription on the tombstone, one was Qin Yingran and the other was Jiang Shuo.

River......

Jiang Lan stared sharply, and had to take a closer look at the man's photos. Vaguely, he found a familiar taste from the man's eyebrows.

She breathed a little bit.

This is......

Is this ...

Jiang Lan rose a terrible idea, and she looked at Pei Qing's voice, hoping to be confirmed from his mouth.

Pei Qing was quietly burning paper money, and the burning paper chips slowly lifted off, and they raised them in the dark air. The green smoke floating in the flame stabbed Jianglan's organs to become acidic.

Suddenly, Jiang Lan seemed to be exhaled all over, and he fell to the ground in powerlessly.

I went to Lu's house at the age of five.

She was looking forward to her parents find herself and hopes to go home all the time. She thought that one day, her parents would find herself.

She always thought that she still had a home, and many people at home were waiting for her.

But now, Pei Qing told her that the person buried in this cold soil was her parents.

It turns out ... she has no home.

Pei Qing said: "Originally, I want to keep you remember, want to look at your remorse, and let you pay for your time and pay the price over the years."

He laughed, "You fell well, not only did you think of nothing, but the more forgetful and faster."

"No, I can't expect you anyway."

"Who made me, owed you the Jiang family."

Jiang Lan was sitting blankly on the ground, listening to his words, crying.

She couldn't understand Pei Qing's words, but she only knew that she had no home. The home she longed for, and the parents she longed were gone.

All the expectations and hope are all in these rolled paper chips in front of them, and they have become fantasy bubbles.

Pei Qingsheng had completely calmed down. He threw the paper money slowly, and suddenly, his arm was caught by both hands.

He paused slightly, and looked at Jiang Lan sideways.

She looked at Pei Qing's voice with tears, as if to engrave his looks into her bones to distinguish his identity.
Chapter completed!