The sky was gray and the ground was wet due to the recent rain. The cool breeze with rain and moisture swept through the cemetery, and in the cemetery where the tombstones were densely packed, Qing was dressed in black and stood side by side with a group of people who were also dressed in black, and Shirou with a gloomy expression stood beside him, and Qing also gently put his hand on the young man's shoulder to give him a thin comfort, but he could not give more help to himself.

In front of the tombstone of Emiya Kiritsugu, the monks of Yanupongji Temple stood by and recited the scriptures, but no one else made a sound. Qing looked at the tombstone in front of him, on which the name of Emiya Kiritsugu was inscribed. If there is one word to describe Qing's life, it is [failure], but compared to Emiya Kiritsugu, who has been buried in the grave at this moment, Qing feels that he should be considered lucky, because he knows how to let go of his grief, and that man has been silent in despair and sorrow until his death.

Among the dozens of people scattered in front of the grave, except for Shirou Emiya next to Qinghe, they were basically members of the Fujimura group, and among all of them, except for Shirou, who was his adopted son, the rest were just people who participated in the funeral and came to help. This is Emiya Kiritsugu's lifelong pursuit of ideals, and the end of his life, except for the only adopted son and the name on the tombstone, nothing else is left, and it won't be long before his name will gradually participate in the funeral here, and dozens of people's minds will fade.

Not long after, after the monk finished reciting the scriptures, dozens of people left bouquets in front of the tomb, and then left one after another. After Aoya put down the bouquet in his hand in front of the monument of Emiya Kiritsugu, he left with the rest of the group, leaving only Shirou and Fujimura Taiga, who were only eleven years old, and did not leave. Qing followed the crowd towards the exit, but before he could walk out, Qing turned around and slowly walked down another path to the depths of the cemetery complex.

There was still a bunch of white gardenias stuffed in the inner pocket of his coat, Qing didn't want to do this, and even the idea of looking at that place was completely erased by himself, but five years have passed, and to some extent, he should also recognize the facts. Qing's footsteps stopped in front of a small grave, the woman's name carved on the tombstone of the strip stone, and the surrounding area was desolate, not even a flower, because this cemetery was the tomb of the people who had completely disappeared in the huge fire five years ago.

Taking out the bouquet in his clothes and carefully placing it in front of the tombstone, Qing squatted down and looked at the empty grave. In the quiet five years, Qing walked by the river of Weiyuan River countless times, and every time he hoped that the enchantment that was closed by himself would be opened again, but every time he saw it was only disappointment, "She can't come back---- this kind of thought is getting heavier and heavier day by day, so Qing can only extend his work time again and again, so that the long-term busyness makes him gradually unable to care about these anymore.

At this time, the breath of Fujimura Taihe gradually walked in the perception, and it didn't take long to come to the side of Qing, "---- your relatives?" Hearing Fujimura Taihe's words, Qing stiffened himself and let himself smile, and shook his head slightly, "A friend from before was killed in the disaster in Xindu five years ago---- hehehe~ burned so much that there was not even a slag left, and I don't know how she would feel about her death----"

Qing stood up on his knees, and looked down at the name on the tombstone, "She was a very verbose guy when she was alive, and she liked to be unreasonable, there was no lack of some bad taste, and her temper was not small, if she came into contact with someone she didn't know, she might be considered a nasty person, I used to feel a little bit like this---- but I didn't expect her to die like that--- silently." I really miss those days now, even if it wasn't a good memory. Hum hum hum hum ~~"

Qing took one last look at the woman's grave, turned and passed by Fujimura Taiga, and slowly walked towards the exit of the cemetery. Fujimura Taiga glanced at the tombstone suspiciously, and then walked towards the outside of the cemetery with Qing. Being followed by someone makes Qing not very comfortable at this time, but it's not good to say much, "Is it really okay to leave Shirou there alone?" "You don't need to rely on perception, just by relying on the field of vision, you can see that Emiya Shirou is kneeling alone in front of the tomb, and the light makes people feel the bitterness when they look at it.

"The kid told me he wanted to be alone with Kiritsugu for a while, so that's why I met you here to mourn your friend." Fujimura Taiga said in a hoarse voice, and at the same time looked helplessly at the young man who was already alone, "Kiritsugu's death had a great impact on Shirou--- I heard that his former relatives were also killed in that fire, but I didn't expect that he would have to endure such pain once in the past five years, I'm really afraid that it will be harmful to him---"

Qing shook his head slightly in this regard, "Emiya Kiritsugu's death is his own choice, and Shirou, you should turn to look at his tenacity, I believe that it won't be long before he can come out of the shadows and even become stronger!" I'm sure I'm not wrong about that. Putting his hands in his coat pockets, the cool breeze blowing on his face, Qing himself couldn't tell what kind of feeling he felt in his heart at this moment. It's like sadness and doesn't feel there, like irritability but the brain is unusually peaceful.

"I really hate places like cemeteries~, hehe~ I wouldn't have gotten involved in this matter if I had known." Stopping at the door of the cemetery, Qing touched the keychain in his hand with both hands in his pockets, this is just an unconscious behavior to distract the pressure in his heart, and Qing didn't care about it, but pinching and bending should be another matter. "Ah, although you and Kiritsugu have some holidays, I still want to thank you for agreeing to come to his funeral, and you have helped a lot, which is really troublesome for you." Fujimura Taihe, who was standing on the side of Qingyi, bowed solemnly.

Qing couldn't help but turn his head to look at the woman beside him, Qing still remembered that when he first got a job five years ago, this woman was still in college, and her personality was also a weird and off-line guy, and now it looks like a new feeling, but I don't know if it's a short-lived illusion these days, but relying on his eyesight, it may not be long before he will change back to the old form, and Qing has no doubts about his feelings.

Qing smiled and waved his hand, and by the way, he straightened the key that was bent in his mouth, "Trouble these are not counted, after all, the friendship is there, I also want to thank you for informing me of this matter, otherwise if I miss this funeral, I may blame myself for a while!" Then, I won't stop for the rest of the day, and I'll go first. ”