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Song Yu didn't drive, he walked down the mountain.

He knew that Xi Xun couldn't let him go easily, so when he came out, he paid attention to the traces around him and made sure that no one was following him, so he was relieved.

The mountain road is brand new and the slope is not too steep. It can also be used for leisurely walking in normal times.

It's just that the current situation is too harsh for Song Yu.

There is little pollution in this area, the blue sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly. The scorching heat pours on the vigorous leaves and rises on the ground of the asphalt road.

There are not many forks in the road, and Song Yu finally has a consoling thought, so he doesn't have to worry about going wrong.

It's just that this is a private residential area, and usually only management personnel and property owners will drive in. Besides, it's hard for Song Yu to find someone else who can take him halfway.

With only his wallet and mobile phone left on his body, he found a shady corner to sit and prepared to call his second child.

The second child who never turned off his mobile phone, this time it actually showed that the mobile phone was turned off.

The company's landline also shows off.

Song Yu knew that this was Xi Xun's method, so it was useless for him to be anxious, but the communication contacts on the mobile phone were only partners besides the company.

No relatives have been dialed recently.

He privately dialed the number signed by "Mom", and the call was transferred to Nanshan Cemetery after dialing.

"Hello, this is Nanshan Cemetery."

Song Yu's heart was sour. When the breeze blew gently, it gave people a peaceful and peaceful appearance. The broken light silhouette shook the ground, and the person who had been sleeping underground was long gone.

A car accident exploded, and Song Yu, who was not yet nine years old, became an orphan.

The reason why the call was transferred to Nanshan Cemetery was that Song Yu didn't want to cancel the number, just to pretend that everything was as good as ever when he was exhausted one day.

It's just self-deception.

"How are they?"

When Song Yu's parents had a car accident, he happened to be at school, and when he was waiting to see his parents tomorrow, he received the news that his parents had died in a car accident and an explosion.

In the rainy day, the road was slippery and there were a series of car crashes. The dangerous chemicals loaded on the truck ignited the entire hazy rainy night, and a soaring fire illuminated the entire Yangcheng.

Fiery and relentless.

The rain did not quell the disaster. After inspection, it was determined that it was a rear-end collision caused by an overloaded truck. The fire broke out overnight, and the scene could not even piece together a complete human figure.

Only black ashes remained.

At an ignorant age, Song Yu already knew that her parents would never come back.

What was left to him was a lot of money paid into the account regularly, and an empty and quiet apartment.

"Mr. Song, we will arrange for someone to clear the tomb every day. The flowers are also changed to bright red roses at your request."

Nanshan Cemetery is very impressed with this generous gentleman. In this huge cemetery, there are very few people who care about the dead like him.

What's more, the other party has a good temper, pays a lot of money, and is also beautiful.

"Okay, I'll go there this afternoon."

Song Yu hung up the phone, and sat quietly in a dark place thinking, until the sky was dark and filled with dark clouds, then he slowly stood up, glanced at the sky, and continued walking.

It would be much more convenient to go down the mountain. He sat in a taxi and rushed to the cemetery in the southern suburbs of the city, while on the other side he was looking for news about the company.

It was similar to what he thought, nothing major happened, but the politicians in Jincheng crossed the law to enforce the law, and they would be very impatient to be entangled for a while.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the dense humidity is falling. It seems that the scorching sun in the morning is the prelude to the rainstorm.

The fallen leaves on the road were blown by the wind and swirled around the side of the street. Pedestrians pressed down on the brim of their hats, gathered their clothes and bowed their heads in a hurry to leave.

The animation Your Name was playing in the car, and the driver saw Song Yu in formal attire from the rearview mirror, with untreated scars on his ears.

A person, without an umbrella, went to the Nanshan Cemetery.

The driver sighed and tried to drive the car as smoothly as possible.

The road conditions in the suburbs were clearer than those in the urban area. It took Song Yu an hour and a half to cross the entire Jincheng to the southern suburbs.

When getting out of the car, the driver handed him a band-aid and reminded him to bring an umbrella.

Song Yu took a deep look at the small band-aid in his hand, put it in his pocket, and walked into the cemetery.

Probably because of the weather, there were no worshipers in the cemetery, and the whole cemetery looked lonely and depressed. They were people forgotten by the world.

Song Yu skillfully walked to the tombstone, bowed deeply, and greedily looked at the pair of Bi people with quiet smiles in the photo.

He has grown from a child who doesn't know anything to Mr. Song who is in charge of his own side. They are still here, with gentle and loving eyes in their eyes, and they will never change.

Song Yu leaned her head on the cold tombstone and said, "Mom and Dad, I'm sorry, I miss you again."

In his only memory, his parents were very strict and often asked him to learn more than others. No one understood that the two who are usually tolerant would be so strict in educating their children.

"I think I may have failed your expectations. I haven't become a good person... It's just that I'm so tired now."

He felt stiff all over, his hands and feet especially were as cold as ice, and the wind was blowing hard on his face with the force of a knife blade.

"Da da da……"

With the sound of raindrops falling on the green grass, there was a smell of mud mixed with green grass in the air, and countless tombstones stood silently in the rain.

Song Yu took off his formal coat and put it on the tombstone, squatted down and carefully wiped off the raindrops on the photo with a paper towel, and put the rain-soaked red rose on the small area propped up by the coat.

"I'll see you next time."

Song Yu took one last look with nostalgia, then got up and ran into the misty bushes, disappearing in a moment.

The people who had been observing from a distance panicked for a moment. Because of Song Yu's vigilance, they didn't dare to approach, but they didn't expect Song Yu, who had been responding calmly, to discover their existence.

Caught off guard and slipped away.

"What should we do now? We've lost our follower, what should we do?"

People hiding in the dark threw away their umbrellas one after another and rushed into the rain curtain, splashing mud-mixed water.

"What else can I do?! Of course it's chasing!"