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June 7 is the birthday of Li Xuan's mother Fu Wen before her death.

Coco Fu has been dead for many years, and since the body has not been found, an empty monument has only been erected in the cemetery.

Li Xuan went to the flower shop early in the morning and wrapped a bouquet of tulips, which was her mother's favorite flower when she was alive.

Coming out of the flower shop, the sun is still a little poisonous.

But not long after arriving at the cemetery, the wind picked up outside.

Li Xuan stood in front of Coco Fu's tombstone, looking at the photos of her before her death, and she was a little strange.

Coco Fu was a geoprospector before his death, and when he was young, he traveled all over the world and rarely took care of Li Xuan's life.

But even so, Li Xuan's dependence on her mother has not diminished by half a point.

In Li Xuan's memory, her mother was busy most of the time, even busier than her father, who was in business.

For this reason, Li Xuan's grandmother kept complaining, saying that Fu Wen didn't even have time to give birth, saying that the Li family had a big business, how could they not even have a boy to inherit.

Coco Fu never talked back to her mother-in-law, no matter what she said, Coco Fu only endured it silently.

Li Xuan also hated his grandmother for this.

Now that time has passed, my mother is no longer there, and my grandmother is no longer nagging.

But the family has been dispersed, and there is no longer the warmth of the past.

Li Xuan wiped the photo of her mother with a tissue and watched silently.

At the other end of the cemetery, two figures were approaching from far and near.

At first, Li Xuan didn't pay attention to who was coming.

But when she was about to leave, she found that in front of the tombstone not far away, it would be Bao Xiyuan who was standing.

Li Xuan was somewhat surprised.

What surprised her was not that Bao Xiyuan appeared, but that Bao Xiyuan would bring the stinky man to the Bao family's cemetery.

Li Xuan stood in place in a daze, watching the man with the smell of armpits put the sunflower in his arms in front of the tombstone, and bowed to the tombstone with Bao Xiyuan.

Xu is Bao Xiyuan noticed Li Xuan's existence.

She turned around, and the moment she saw Li Xuan, her expression was surprised, and her face turned white.

Then, she returned to her natural form and walked over with a stinky armpit man.

"Xiaoxuan, why are you here?" Bao Xiyuan's footsteps stopped in front of Li Xuan, and asked with a calm expression.

Li Xuan glanced at the man beside her a few times, and then saw the man's appearance clearly.

The man is not ugly, except that he is too thin and his skin is too white, he can barely see it.

It's just that if you want to compare it with Li Shenxing, it's too far away.

Let's not talk about Li Shenxing's perfect appearance, which he doesn't have.

Even every move, word and deed, and the calm and imposing prudence cannot be compared.

Bao Xiyuan saw that Li Xuan didn't answer her question, only stared at the man beside her, and quickly said with a smile: "You see I forgot to introduce it." This is Xiao Yunfei, my college classmate. ”

Speaking of this, she hurriedly explained: "We happened to meet at the gate of the cemetery, so we came in together to worship my father......"

Li Xuanxin said: Are you stupid to me? Could it be that the bouquet in the man's hand also happened to be bought?

Of course, it is impossible for Li Xuan to say these words.

She had a small face, not even a smile.

Xiao Yunfei smiled at Li Xuan's friendly smile, stretched out his hand, and thought that he was a gentleman and wanted to shake hands with Li Xuan.

It's just that when he raised his arm, a burst of smell that seemed to be fragrant but not fragrant, and seemed to be smelly but not smelly.

Li Xuan did not shy away from sneezing.

After the sneeze, Li Xuan pretended to look down for a tissue in her bag, deliberately avoiding shaking hands with the man.

The man was not embarrassed, smiled, and naturally withdrew his hand.

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