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Seattle, USA.

In a vast cemetery, Li Xuan stood in front of a small tombstone in a windbreaker.

The tombstone is engraved with a name in Chinese, and the epitaph reads her short life.

Li Xuan placed a bunch of daisies in front of the tombstone and looked down at the tombstone.

She whispered to the person lying there: "Baby, mom doesn't know what flowers you like, this is your grandmother's favorite ...... when she was alive"

After saying this, Li Xuan brushed the broken hair away from his eyes and pulled it behind his ears.

The atmosphere in American cemeteries is not as oppressive as in domestic cemeteries.

There is no sad atmosphere here, but the sun is abundant, and the warm colors make people feel warm.

The culture here is also different from that of China, where Li saw the children of an elderly man smiling and singing when he saw an elderly man pass away.

Li Xuan did not understand why foreigners would express their grief in this way.

The old man's grandson said to Li Xuan: "Although my grandfather has left us, but this is short-lived, we will meet in heaven, he loved music and did not like sadness when he was alive, so we have to let him know that no matter where he is, we are a family and happy......"

Li Xuan was deeply affected by the young man's words, so much so that she came to her daughter's tombstone today without crying.

Li Xuan said to the tombstone: "If it wasn't an accident, today should be the date you were born and came to this world, I'm sorry, it's my mother who failed to protect you, if you're really in heaven, don't go too far, your mother will meet you in the future......"

After saying this, the sound of a recorder came from the cemetery again.

Li Xuan turned her head, and a girl with an oriental face was playing a recorder in front of a tombstone in the distance.

The girl is about the same age as her, and she is very handsome.

Although it was already October and the weather in Seattle had cooled, the girl was still wearing a long black dress.

The long skirt hung down to the ankles, with three-quarter sleeves and thin bows at the cuffs.

Li Xuan walked over to the sound of the flute.

Because that song is a Chinese folk song.

Li Xuan stood beside the girl, who looked intently at the tombstone, seemingly unaware of her presence.

Li Xuan didn't interrupt her, and let her blow slowly.

It wasn't until the end of a song that the girl turned around and discovered Li Xuan's existence.

Li Xuan curled the corners of her mouth at the girl and asked, "Are you Chinese?" ”

The girl nodded, her expression slightly puzzled when she looked at Li Xuan.

Li Xuan hurriedly explained: "Oh, I'm just curious, who are you playing this tune for. ”

The girl looked at Li Xuan for a moment, did not answer her question, but said directly: "I recognize you!" ”

Li Xuan was taken aback.

She had never seen such a girl in her memory, why would a girl say that?

Seeing that Li Xuan was a little dazed, the girl said happily: "My mother's surname is Lan, she used to serve a Chinese family, if I remember correctly, you are the wife of that family!" ”

Li Xuan finished for a while.

The girl misunderstood, but Li Xuan didn't know how to explain the relationship between herself and Nie Chen to the girl.

When Li Xuan was stunned, the girl put the recorder into her backpack, stretched out her hand, shook it with Li Xuan, and said: "Hello, my name is Yang Di, my father liked the flute when he was alive, so he has my name, and at the same time, I am also Lan Jingfang's daughter......"

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