In the Qingzhu cemetery in X city, the location of the cemetery is divided by Fu, Lu, Shou, etc. each character represents an area, and each area has ten districts.

Located in Lushi District, there is a tombstone carved with a pear flower. Its body is white, simple and dignified. However, with the passage of time, the carved pattern of pear flower has been dimmed, as if it had been smoothed.

This is a tombstone of mother and son. The mother is on the right and the son is on the left. The two photos are close together, just like the ashes room under the tombstone. Mother and son are also close together, covered with the same piece of red silk.

Because it's not the winter solstice of Qingming Festival, there are few people here. It's extremely cold. After the neat tombstone is removed, there are only fresh green plants. In such a season, few people come, but a tall figure stands alone in front of the tombstone. He's dressed in black for a long time. It's hard to tell whether he is a person or a ghost.

Suddenly, he squatted down slowly, took out his handkerchief, and carefully wiped the dust on the tombstone. When he wiped the photos of the mother and son, he was always unsmiling and smiling. His hard face, like a layer of paste, suddenly had a smile.

This is a very rare smile, with a feeling of putting everything down, as if he saw another eternal world in an instant.

"I can finally come to accompany you, a Li, Xiao Heng. Do you blame me for being so late?"

His hoarse voice, blurred some misty, but also so vicissitudes, as if his soul is not in this world.

"I don't think they will blame you no matter how late it is, but if you give up now and go to see them with all your sins, you really don't deserve this beautiful mother and son."

Standing not far away from him, the desolate wind blows up her long hair, and her clothes flutter. Her eyes are awe inspiring, fearless, and her heart is secretly relieved.

He is here.

He turned his head tremblingly. There was a fleeting consternation in his amber eyes. Then he frowned and looked behind her, but there was no one. His eyes returned to her again. "How can you know I'm here?"

"Normal reasoning."

Without a trace of panic, he slowly stood up and straightened up like a soldier, "Duanmu Hu..."

"Yes

"It seems that I missed a step." Forget about the man in front of you.

With a smile, he said, "this is each other! Although you and I missed a step, it doesn't seem to affect the final result

She still won because she found him.

He snorted a smile, indifferent as before, "you are right, the result is indeed the same, but... I win."

He untied his black suit suddenly, and the wind blew up his clothes, revealing a string of transparent plastic pipes tied around his waist. The yellow liquid in the pipes undulated strangely because of his shaking.

I was shocked.

He stood there, immobile as a mountain, and suddenly yelled to her, "amo, if you're here, come out for me!"

Hiding behind the trees in the distance, Lin Mo couldn't help it. He ran over and stood in front of him with a black face. "Why?"

He said with a wry smile, "what is the ninth family motto of the Lin family?"

"Make up for mistakes!"

He nodded. "That's why you're asking!"

"No, it's not make up!" he exclaimed excitedly

He said with a sad smile, "when I die, I will make up for it."

Lin Mo suddenly called out: "second uncle!"

A "second uncle" made his identity clear.