Early in the morning in late July, she stepped onto the airport with her suitcase. [No pop-ups. 】

She didn't tell anyone what time the plane took off, and came to the airport silently alone.

The morning wind has a hint of sweetness, like the smell of dewdrops.

Take a deep breath and you'll see the aroma of grass and trees.

This is the unique smell of summer, deeply engraved in the mind, like a knife carving, indelible.

It hasn't rained again for a few days, and it's very hot outside.

Ye Jiaqi was wearing a purple-pink knee-length dress, and she tied up her short hair with a hair ring, which looked very refreshing.

She didn't wear makeup, and she dragged a heavy suitcase in her thin hands.

When she came to the capital, she had nothing, and when she left, she was also alone.

She was afraid of parting, so she didn't tell Ning An and Huo Jingyi, she left.

By the time they found out, she was already on a plane to the United States.

She left a note for Ning An, and she hoped that An An would be happy.

After Ye Jiaqi got out of the taxi, he walked to the airport with his heavy luggage in the sun.

"Hey"

Accidentally, Ye Jiaqi didn't walk well, tripped over the steps, and fell to the ground!

With a piece of skin on his hand, Ye Jiaqi got up from the ground and blew it distressedly.

It hurts.

A piece of his knee was also broken.

Blood flowed out, Ye Jiaqi gritted his teeth, lowered his head and simply treated the wound.

"Need help?" The airport attendant walked over.

"Is there an infirmary?"

"Yes, come with me."

"Okay."

Ye Jiaqi held on to the suitcase and staggered behind the staff.

It's embarrassing, and you can fall down when you walk.

The skin on my knee was broken, and it hurt.

The sun was baking over her head, and layers of sweat ran down her forehead.

Ye Jiaqi followed the staff and left.

Not far away, a black Rolls-Royce stopped under a dense camphor tree.

The man in the passenger seat had a solemn face, a gloomy gaze, and a pair of sharp eyes with an unknown light, like a deep pool of water, bottomless.

He saw Ye Jiaqi dragging his suitcase and getting out of the taxi, and he saw Ye Jiaqi fall.

After a long time, he lit a cigarette.

The breath of nicotine stimulates the nerves.

The smell of smoke spread through the car.

"Master." Meng Shen in the driver's seat turned his head to look at him, and gently put his hands on the steering wheel, "Go back?" ”

Qiao Sinian took a puff of his cigarette and said lightly: "Let's go." ”

Meng Shen nodded and turned the head of the car.

Like a black arrow, the car quickly disappeared into the morning sun of the airport.

Meng Shen drove the car onto the highway: "Master, do you want to go to the group?" ”

"Go to the cemetery."

Meng Shen's hand paused slightly, and his heart sank uncontrollably.

Cemetery

On the way, in the flower shop, Josnian bought a bouquet of chrysanthemum.

Meng Shen knew that on this day, there were not a few days before the date of the murder case, and it was understandable for Qiao Sinian to go to the cemetery.

Meng Shen's heart still sank.

In the cemetery, Qin Tian was buried, as well as the people of Qiao's house who died in the accident.

Including Meng Shen's father.

After many years, Meng Shen's heart has not had too many waves, after all, more than 20 years have passed.

He and Qiao Ye have both grown from children less than ten years old to men in their thirties.

What should have been endured has already been endured, who can live in the shadows for the rest of their lives.

Meng Shen also bought white chrysanthemum for his father and accompanied Qiao Sinian to the cemetery.

The weather was fine and cloudless, and the scorching sun poured down from the sky.