The wealthy family is also pretending to be poor for each other today

Jiulishan Cemetery is surrounded by mountains and rivers.

At this time, everything in the cemetery was quiet, with only the bright sunshine shining through the green pine and cypress branches, falling on the rows of tombstones like gentle hands.

Ye Ning walked calmly through a long bluestone road and came to a tombstone.

No photo, no name.

"Sorry, to this day I still only know you as He Jin."

Putting down a bunch of colorful cosmos, Ye Ning looked at the sapphire ring on her wrist, her eyes as cold as glass, "The owner of the thing you entrusted to me has not been found yet."

China's security system is powerful and well known to the world.

Moreover, this country's protection of anti-drug heroes is even more airtight. Even if they have died, in order to prevent their families from being retaliated against, they cannot be praised with much fanfare, and their files are even more encrypted.

Ye Ning tried to invade many times, but encountered counterattacks at the most critical moment.

"I will continue to look for it."

Gently brushing away the dust on the wordless tombstone, Ye Ning smiled, "But if I really can't walk anymore, I can only come and return the things to you."

Because she only took one class off with Song Fangzhi, she left quickly.

The cemetery became quiet again, and there was no sign that anyone had just arrived.

But the wind knows.

He Ting held a bouquet of lilies and walked slowly along the bluestone road. Some unpredictable emotions floated in his eyes.

But suddenly, a fresh floral fragrance was sent to the tip of my nose.

He subconsciously looked up and saw the colorful cosmos swaying in the breeze in front of the wordless tombstone, and surprise suddenly appeared in his black eyes.

Qin Zhihang, who was following him with an unusually solemn expression, was stunned for a moment, "Has someone just arrived?"

He Ting frowned and walked closer quickly.

Qin Zhihang quickly looked around and asked the security guard who happened to be passing by, "Uncle, do you know who was here just now?"

"Oh, she's a little girl. She's tall, thin and pretty."

There were few people in the morning, so the security guard remembered it very clearly.

"Thank you uncle."

Qin Zhihang looked at He Ting with a complicated expression, "Brother Ting, could it be... that she?"

But He Ting just put down the flowers and lit a cigarette in silence. The light smoke circled up his arm like a long dragon, and finally floated in front of him, hazy his expression like a gauze.

After a long time, Qin Zhihang heard his hoarse voice, "I'll stay for a while."

Qin Zhihang nodded silently, sighed, turned and walked out.

Brother Ting was once the most cynical of the four young men in Beijing, but the accident four years ago took away his sister forever and completely changed him.

So, death is really scary.

Taking away the loved ones, all the bright clothes, angry horses, and beautiful scenery, leaving only loneliness, coldness, and pain that will never heal.

*

When Ye Ning returned to the classroom, it happened to be the break of the second period.

"New classmate, why are you going?"

Bai Shu came over with a smile, holding a box of Xuanmai in his hand, "Would you like one?"

"Thank you, no need."

Ye Ning calmly avoided the first question, and then wrote her names on the new books she had received one by one.

The handwriting is as thin and sparse as a bamboo leaf, but it does not lose the sharpness of the pen.

Bai Shu took one look and exclaimed, "I'll go, you write so beautifully, you're so handsome!"

My deskmate Cheng Yajing, who was still reading the novel, was also attracted and said, "Wow!"

The other students also gathered around——