By the time Xu Rongrong felt his head gradually clearing up, the scenery outside the window had changed from a bustling city to a desolate suburb.
Xu Rongrong was stunned for a moment, then he randomly remembered that they were going to a cemetery, and the cemetery was not in the suburbs.
It seemed that it was time to arrive. She sat up straight and looked at Zhan Yiyang.
Because it was a rainy day, the road was slippery. Zhan Yiyang was also driving cautiously along the way, for fear that a car would hit him regardless and kill the people in the car.
Now that he was about to reach his destination, he naturally became more and more cautious. Then, while turning the steering wheel, he concentrated on the turning place ahead.
When Xu Rongrong took a look, he happened to see his resolute profile and the traces of crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.
Xu Rongrong felt a little sad in his heart, but he didn't say anything more. He just lowered his head and fell silent.
And all her actions were actually in Zhan Yiyang's eyes, but he didn't look like this, nor did he tell Xu Rongrong that he paid attention to her.
Zhan Yiyang saw her hesitation and silence, and naturally knew why.
Although he doesn't like skin care very much, he has started to use skin care products properly after he turned forty. Coupled with his strong body, his skin is really like that of a young man. As for how those crow's feet at the corners of his eyes came about... Zhan Yi
Yang sighed, now that he is old enough, there is nothing he can do to stop him.
He didn't feel as much emotion as Xu Rongrong, so when he arrived at the place, he quickly got out of the car and opened the door for Xu Rongrong.
Xu Rongrong's original sad mood was shattered when he walked out, gasped suddenly, and smelled the extremely fresh air.
Because of the rain, the air, which was originally much fresher than that in the city center, became cleaner. In short, when I breathed in, my nose was filled with fragrance.
"It's so refreshing." Xu Rongrong sighed and opened the umbrella in his hand.
Zhan Yiyang didn't speak. He and Bai Sheng each held a bag of memorial items in their hands, and used their other hand to hold an umbrella.
Because I was taking care of two ladies, they didn't hold anything in their hands, they just held an umbrella.
But Xu Rongrong looked around. She wanted to get under Zhan Yiyang's umbrella so that she didn't have to lift the umbrella herself. But when she thought about Zhan Yiyang carrying something in memory in one hand, she didn't put away the umbrella, but silently
Follow behind Zhan Yiyang.
The group of people walked up and passed by the chrysanthemum shop. Zhan Yiyang asked Xu Rongrong to hold Wen Shanshan's hand to buy chrysanthemums.
Both he and Bai Sheng were carrying things and it was inconvenient to go there, so they had no choice but to let Wen Shanshan accompany them.
Xu Rongrong nodded and walked to the chrysanthemum shop with Wen Shanshan one behind the other.
Although she had come to this store many times to buy chrysanthemums, Wen Shanshan still insisted on walking in front, letting Xu Rongrong follow closely behind her.
Although Xu Rongrong had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Fortunately, there were only a few steps away, and both Bai Sheng and Zhan Yiyang were standing not far away. In just a few steps, Xu Rongrong let Wen Shanshan take her to the chrysanthemum shop and bought two bouquets of chrysanthemums.
Although this shop is opened outside the cemetery and makes money from the grave sweepers, the people who can afford to buy the cemetery here are all rich people, and they basically buy flowers to pay homage to the deceased, so this flower shop makes a lot of money.
The second is that although the chrysanthemums in this flower shop are a bit more expensive, they are not outrageously expensive. Moreover, the chrysanthemums here are fresh and vigorous, much better than those bought from outside and then brought back, which are a little wilted and squeaky.
However, the reason why Xu Rongrong has a good impression of this store is because the decoration here is quite elegant.
There are also chrysanthemums in flower shops, which are also very elegant and fresh. However, if they are all white or yellow chrysanthemums with small flowers, it will be more eerie. What is rare is that the owner of this flower shop actually
The somewhat gloomy atmosphere has been decorated in a fresh and elegant way, making people not feel bored here.
So, after Wen Shanshan walked in, Xu Rongrong smiled and said to the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, here are two bouquets of chrysanthemums."
The shop owner, who originally smiled when seeing customers, didn't know what was going on. Not only did he not raise his head and smile, but he responded in a low voice, and then handed two bunches of tied chrysanthemums to Xu Rongrong.
Seeing this, Xu Rongrong didn't know what to say, so he could only take out the money from his wallet and hand it to the shop owner.
Without a friendly greeting and an inexplicable cold feeling, Xu Rongrong said nothing more and left directly holding two bouquets of chrysanthemums.
Wen Shanshan also glanced at the shopkeeper suspiciously, but never noticed anything. She could only follow Xu Rongrong after she started to leave.
When the two women's backs gradually disappeared around the corner, the shopkeeper raised his head, revealing a pair of dark and cold eyes.
After buying a bouquet, he came to the two men who were waiting for them at the corner. Xu Rongrong pursed his lips and smiled, "Let's go."
So the group of people came to Zhong Qiqi’s grave.
It can be said that with the changes of the times and the progress of society, more and more people have moved out of graves made of soil and moved to graves made of concrete.
Liu Ya passed away two or three years ago. At that time, the public offering was not as large as it is now. It was just a thousand meters away, and the land was not particularly expensive when it was purchased.
When Liu Ya was first buried, she was on the edge, the edge of the tomb. But by the time Zhong Qiqi was buried, Liu Ya had become in the middle, even a little to the inside.
The two kilometers away from Liu Ya are all occupied by graves. There are countless grave heads and tombstones at a glance. At first glance, it seems really desolate and desolate, which makes people a little scared.
Moreover, the price of this cemetery has also changed, several times higher than before. Although this is really a drop in the bucket for Rongyang Company, it is really difficult for ordinary people to buy a piece of land.
Moreover, the price becomes more expensive as you go further in. Xu Rongrong didn’t want Liu Ya and Zhong Qiqi to be too far away from each other. Because it was inconvenient to visit, he could only spend a lot of money to buy a tomb near the middle lot.
The distance of three hundred meters is not bad.
The group of people, holding memorial items and holding transparent umbrellas, slowly arrived in front of Zhong Qiqi's tombstone under the drizzle.
Because it had only been carved not too long ago, the paint on it still had a faint smell.
Other people's photos gradually faded in color and turned into black and white due to long-term exposure to the sun. Only this photo of Zhong Qiqi was posted not long ago, and because technology has become more advanced, it has been waterproofed and sunscreened.
After treatment, the color will not fade within a few years.
But when he saw in the photo that the woman with a lively and cunning smile was wearing a Rongyang uniform, with a small light purple silk scarf tied around her neck that matched the uniform very well, Xu Rongrong remembered that this silk scarf was given to her by herself.
Thinking of this, her nose felt a little stuffy. A girl as young as Zhong Qiqi had a bright and lively smile. She had not yet experienced the whole life, she had not truly enjoyed happiness, and she left this world like this.
Hate? Who do you hate? The murderer has died tragically, and the elderly at home have been properly placed. Xu Rongrong doesn't know what else to do.
Or, after a person is dead, anything he does is hypocritical.
Because that lively girl will never survive again.
Bai Sheng was just as confused as Xu Rongrong. As a man who had lived half his life, the only time love blossomed was after meeting Xu Rongrong.
Then, as the woman he liked turned out to be a married woman, his heart slowly died, just like when his parents died, he could no longer make any waves. So when he knew that Zhong Qiqi actually liked him, he could
All I got was a wry smile and indifference.
Their age difference is almost twenty years. He is a middle-aged man in his forties, and she is a lively and beautiful girl in her twenties. He just helped her casually, and her liking is only superficial.
Admiration, but never reaches the point of love.
A young man of this age, with a youthful liveliness and a brave yearning for life that he did not have, suddenly revealed his love for him, a person whose life was dead and decaying. He really did not dare to answer, so he could only run away.
He can honestly say that he has no love for this girl, but he will have some affection for her. If she were still around, maybe they would become good friends like brother and sister.
Bai Sheng sighed, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist. He knew that he owed Zhong Qiqi for the rest of his life. If he died, he would not have any regrets or sadness, but unfortunately, when he turned around and walked forward
When he did, the girl actually jumped on him.
Hearing the sound of the knife hilt piercing into the flesh, it was difficult for Bai Sheng to explain the complicated feelings in his heart.
It's guilt, panic, fear, regret, regret, and helplessness.
Various emotions were mixed together, causing Bai Sheng to become speechless for an instant. Although the woman he was protecting in his arms was frightened, she was safe and sound. Only the girl, the red on the ground, was the blood flowing out of her body.
His eyes with some expectation were like sharp thorns piercing his face, making his heart ache at that moment.
The indescribable pain was different from the pain of knowing that Xu Rongrong could never be with him, and the pain of being helpless when his parents were both dead. He didn't know what it was. Maybe there were too many.
It's complicated.
Bai Sheng sighed, pursed his thin lips, and then let go.
He regretted and cherished that that young life had passed away.
Thinking of Zhong Qiqi lying in a pool of blood, her young life gradually passing away, the eyes that usually looked at him brightly gradually lost their sparkle, and then were covered by eyelids.
She died, it was his fault, he caused her to die, it was him, it was him...
There was countless pain and sadness brewing in his eyes, but Bai Sheng slowly and strangely raised the corners of his mouth to smile.
At that moment, his eyes were dull and dull, but they seemed to reveal a lot of hope. However, upon closer inspection, there was a flash of guilt. In short, it was extremely complicated.