The corner of Zhuo Ran's mouth is like a smile.

Yu Fei had a feeling of being seen through. She was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to go down. She turned her head away with a red face and looked out of the window. She found that they were not going to the hospital. She was a little confused.

"Not to meet Tao Xia's mother and daughter?"

"There will be a driver to take them to Mo house tomorrow morning."

"Tao Xia didn't mean to wait for you?"

"What? You want to go with them? "

"I just don't want to get in your way."

He glanced at her and stopped talking.

"You haven't told me where this is going?"

"Look at a man."

"Who are you looking at?"

Zhuo ran didn't answer and stopped the car.

Yu Fei subconsciously looked out of the window and found that there was a cemetery in front of her. Suddenly she thought of a bunch of white chrysanthemums in the back seat.

Then I realized the use of the flower.

"Your sister?"

"Well." Zhuo ran stopped the car, got off, opened the back door, took out the chrysanthemum, another red rose, his face smile swept away, "today is my sister's death."

Yu Fei was stunned for a moment and got out of the car. Although he had no relationship with Zhuo ran, he had to go and have a look when he came. It was respect for the dead.

Seeing that there was nothing else in his hand except the chrysanthemums and roses, he looked around and saw that there were several paper money and incense vendors not far away from him. He called Zhuo ran, who was walking in front of him, "wait a minute."

"Why?" He came back.

"Just a moment, wait for me." Yu Fei twisted her handbag and ran to one of the small shops. She bought some incense paper money and rented a brazier for burning paper.

Zhuo ran looked at the pile of things she was carrying, "this is..."

"Come to worship your sister, how can you go empty handed?"

Zhuo ran looked down at the bouquet in his arms, not empty handed.

"Flowers are beautiful, but how can they have such benefits?" Yu Fei shoved the brazier to him and muttered, "you have money that you can't use up in your life, but your sister is poor below. It's really heartless."

"I have no conscience?" Zhuo ran was reproached by him for a while and could not laugh or cry.

Yu Fei saw him clubbing, pushed him, "go."

Zhuo ran grew up abroad. Although he didn't believe in these traditional Chinese customs, he felt a warm current in his heart.

Yu Fei was a little uncomfortable when he saw him. He coughed and said, "I just think that where I am buried, I should follow the custom. Don't think about it."

Zhuo ran a little smile, no longer say what, obediently carrying that big fire basin walk in front of lead the way.

Yu Fei looked at his tall back and his ears were burning.

Zhuo Ran is so rich, but his sister's tomb only has a small stone tablet, and the rectangular brazier can hold two tablet positions.

Except for the small panes, this is the cheapest.

The tombstone has been wiped, and there is a bunch of white chrysanthemums under it. It seems that someone has come.

Zhuo ran put down the brazier and put the white chrysanthemum on the stone tablet, while the rose was put aside.

Yu Fei was a little strange. He didn't understand why he brought one more rose, but he just put it aside.

Look at zhuoran.

Zhuo ran took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the porcelain image on the stone tablet.

No matter how strange Yu Fei felt about this scene, she knew that it was not the time to ask questions to satisfy her curiosity.

Turn your head and look at the picture on the stone tablet.

The woman in the picture is very young and beautiful. Zhuoran looks like his sister.

After reading the photo Gu Xiaoran gave her, Yu Fei checked the news about the Mohist massacre on the Internet.

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