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In the cemetery, it was quiet for a while.

From time to time, there would be a hoarse chirping of crows in the distance.

Li Xuan raised her head, squinted, and looked into the distance.

Nie Chen stretched out his hand and pulled Li Xuan's hair behind his ears.

In the past few days, Li Xuan's nerves have become sluggish, and he forgot to hide, only staring at him in a daze.

A moment later, Li Xuan broke off a small wild chrysanthemum from the flowers in front of her grandfather's tombstone and placed it in front of Fu Wen's tombstone.

There are all kinds of flowers in front of Coco Fu's tombstone, but there is no Ono chrysanthemum......

The two men stood in the cemetery for a long time.

In the end, Li Xuan said: "I want to go to my grandfather's house. ”

Nie Chen wanted to stop it, after all, Fu Lao's old villa had been burned down, except that there was still a frame, and the scene was bleak.

Nie Chen was afraid that Li Xuan would touch the scene and feel sad.

But in the face of such Li Xuan, Nie Chen found that he couldn't say anything if he refused.

Nie Chen looked at Li Xuan's eyes and said, "It's okay to go, but you have to promise me that you must control your own emotions." ”

Li Xuan didn't look at Nie Chen's eyes, but nodded quietly: "Don't worry, I won't be hysterical anymore, I can control my own emotions." ”

After speaking, the two walked out of the cemetery one after the other.

……

In front of the Fu family's old villa, Li Xuan walked down from Nie Chen's car.

Fu Lao's villa has long since lost the scene of the past. The rows of high walls still stand, but there is only an empty shelf left.

Two-thirds of the walls were burned by the fire and washed away by the rain, and the lifeless gray that remained behind made people feel depressed.

Li Xuan raised his footsteps and walked inside.

Nie Chen grabbed her wrist from behind and tried to stop it.

Li Xuan turned his head, looked at Nie Chen, pulled his wrist out of his palm, and walked inside step by step.

In front of this burned down building, there are memories of her childhood.

Perhaps, at this time, it already seems a little unlucky in the eyes of others, but the old man who died there is her relative.

Li Xuan approached the gate, stepped on the ashes, and a puff of ash rose.

She coughed violently for a while, but without looking back, she continued to walk inside.

Halfway through, Nie Chen answered a phone call.

The call came from the hospital.

Doctor Li on the other end of the phone said: "Xiao Nie, you hurry up and come to the hospital, there is an emergency case in the hospital, a worker at a construction site fell from a height, and the steel bar was inserted into the head, just at the position of the eye. ”

Nie Chen's brows furrowed: "Isn't Director Zhang here?" ”

Dr. Li on the other end of the phone said: "If he is here, I won't bother you on vacation, Director Zhang went to the province for a meeting yesterday for the hospital, at the moment, the ophthalmologist who can cooperate with the surgery to do this operation, only you can get on, you can come quickly." ”

In the face of emergency, Nie Chen never hesitated.

He's a doctor, and that's his calling.

But he can rest assured that Li Xuan is alone.

Hanging up the phone, he walked inside with a deep foot and a shallow foot.

In the house, Li Xuan was in the bedroom where Fu Lao once lived, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Everything in the bedroom was burned, and all that was left was an empty metal bed frame.

Li Xuan crouched in the dark ashes looking for something.

Finally, a deformed reading glasses were knocked out of the burnt pile.

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