Didn't she say that she would live in the hospital with her mother!?

As he walked, he asked, "Are there any other suspicious people in her room?" ”

The other party responded: "No, Miss Rong has not come out since she went in in the morning, but when she went to open the hotel, I saw that she had been yawning, as if she was very sleepy, and she might have been making up for sleep in it all morning." ”

Su Xian: "......"

After a few minutes, he popped up and said, "Follow it, don't let her find out." ”

……

The weather in Rome in the afternoon was very good, although it was winter, but the sun was shining and the sky was clear.

After Rong Mo got out of the hotel, he drove all the way to a place.

Just on the way, she improvised to buy a bouquet of flowers.

The car gradually drove out of the city, and only stopped at a junction with the suburbs.

From afar, this is a large cemetery.

The cemetery is surrounded by trees and displays of tombstones.

When the car stopped, she pulled out her bouquet of flowers, which were lilies and hyacinths.

And the flower language of hyacinths: it is eternal nostalgia.

Yes......

The person who sleeps quietly here is her eternal memory.

……

The trees are yellowing, the leaves are falling, and the grave keeper is in a hurry with a broom and sweeps.

The sky is blue.

It's just that the temperature is cold.

A slender figure walked up the steps, dressed in black, with one hand in her coat pocket and a flower in the other, and finally walked to a tombstone, where she stopped.

Rong Mo just looked at the picture on the tombstone......

I saw that the photo was a teenager, seventeen or eighteen years old, his eyebrows and eyes were delicate, his face was delicate and clean, and everything was so perfect and just right.

The eyebrows and eyes are gentle, the eyes are slender and delicate, in that young student days, he is simply her youth.

Rong Yu looked at the photo, looked at it, and his eyes were slightly moist.

Finally, she leaned over slowly, a chuckle on her lips, "...... Little monster, I've come to see you. ”

She placed the bunch of hyacinths in front of his tombstone, and then, she half-crouched down on one knee.

His photos are green and good-looking.

Every time she watches it, she can't help but instantly recall those times that used to be.

It's just that in the initial period, she couldn't accept it.

At that time, as soon as she saw his tombstone, she collapsed, knelt down directly, burst into tears, hugged his tombstone and did not let go, as soon as she saw his photo posted on the tombstone, where his ashes were buried, her heart felt a heart-rending pain.

I can't imagine that the boy I once loved was separated from her yin and yang like that.

Later, year after year, every time she came, her heart would be touched, she would shed tears for him, and that dead heart would be rekindled for his death.

Or even – until now.

She doesn't know if she will never get it, she will always love, but she knows that she really will never forget Su Mubai, she can't forget when she wore a school uniform, stood under the blue sky and white clouds, the wind raised the young man's dark broken hair, and he smiled gently at her, so clean and beautiful.

She can only find beauty in her memories.

I can't find those times anymore.

And now.

Rong Yu's voice was slightly hoarse, "Little monster...... You know, I have a lover now, I'm pregnant with his baby, we're really together......"