After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

The opened prayer book was filled with the word "Bo".

If this is a coincidence, then if you read it backwards, it will all contain the word "lovesickness".

There are no such coincidences in this world.

Xuankong also saw it, was stunned for a moment, and said: "I took the wrong one, this one is full, I will give you a new one."

He was about to take away the prayer book.

Bo Hanshi pressed it, "Is the person who wrote this prayer book named Qiao Yu?"

Xuankong was startled and looked at him, "Do you know the person who wrote this prayer book?"

"Yes, this is her handwriting, I won't admit it."

Xuankong nodded and said: "I understand, the person you are asking for is related to her, right?"

"Yes."

"I was deeply impressed by that girl. She was like this when she went up the mountain that day. It was getting dark. I saw that her heart was filled with despair, so I gave her a few words of advice. She wrote a prayer book in the back hall for a long time. This prayer book The word 'Bo' written on it is your surname, right?"

Heart tremors when cold.

His fingertips slowly stroked the handwriting, his fingertips lingering.

Xuankong consoled her: "That girl has a kind face, and she will definitely be able to turn bad things into good fortune. Young man, just wait for the good news."

Bo Hanshi seemed to believe it but didn't believe it, and chuckled helplessly, "Then let me borrow the good words from the master."

Xuankong took a new prayer book and handed it to him.

Bo Hanshi held Qiao Yu's book and thought about it reluctantly. He said, "I want to read her handwriting for a while longer."

"Okay, then... look, I'm going out first."

Wait for Xuan Kong to leave.

Sitting alone in the hut in the cold weather.

He looked at the pages full of the word "BO" and felt an unbearable dull pain in his chest.

Fingertips, gently caressing each page.

He sat where she once sat, writing in the prayer book she had written.

As if overlapping together.

The fingertips seemed to touch her temperature and emotions from her handwriting.

Sadness comes from it.

When it is cold, the tail of the eyes will be scarlet.

He never thought that one day, even seeing her would become a fantasy.

I can only look at her handwriting and try to find traces of her existence.

He sat there, holding on to his pen, writing the name "Qiao Yu" on every page.

The two words "Qiao Yu" are written all over the prayer book.

Later, during the cold weather, the branches of the big banyan tree in Moshan Temple were covered with red cloth strips.

Qiao Yu's name is written on each red cloth strip.

Xuankong has never seen such a paranoid person, who can become a devil or an idiot with just one thought.

……

A month has passed.

Qiao Yu's funeral has been delayed.

Bo Hanshi seemed to have recovered from Qiao Yu's death, working normally, eating normally, and working overtime normally.

On Saturdays and weekends, I even take Little Acacia to the zoo and amusement park.

He was so normal, so normal that everyone was surprised.

Until one night, Lu Zhilu finally dragged Bo Hanshi out to drink.

In the Evernight Bar, the two drank a lot, but they were not too drunk and were still conscious.

There were men, women, and all kinds of people in the bar.

A slender figure fell into Bo Hanshi's sight.

He couldn't help but get up and walk towards the other party.

Lu Zhilu was stunned for a moment, "Old Bo, what are you doing?"

The girl had long black hair in a ponytail and wore a white skirt.

The back image is very similar to that of eighteen-year-old Qiao Yu.

Bao Hanshi followed him like that for a long time.

He was almost thought to be a stalker.

Fortunately, Lu Zhilu appeared in time, and Bao Hanshi had a handsome face, and the two of them had good temperaments. In addition, Lu Zhilu apologized and the other party relaxed.

But it was also that day that Lu Zhilu realized that Bo Hanshi had never let go.

Even a figure with a slight resemblance to Qiao Yu could make him lose his mind.

……

After Qiao Yu left.

In Yujingyuan, Xiao Xiangsi always sits at the door of the villa with Pai Daxing in her arms, while Tudou squats next to Xiao Xiangsi, looking forward to Qiao Yu's return.

Chef Zhang said that only when he was full could he have the strength to wait for his mother to come back.

So, little Xiangsi ate well, slept well, and was extremely obedient.

She was afraid that if she disobeyed, her mother would never come back.

Nanchu came to see little Xiangsi and brought her a bunch of toys.

But Xiao Xiangsi always asks Nan Chu: "Godmother, has my mother contacted you? She has the best relationship with you."

Whenever this happened, Nan Chu felt extremely distressed.

She couldn't bear to tell Xiao Xiangsi that Qiao Yu... might never come back.

In this huge Yujingyuan villa.

When the big one and the small one faced each other, no one mentioned Qiao Yu.

Xiangsi knew that mentioning her mother would hurt her father's heart.

Because she once woke up from a nightmare and wanted to find her father. When she passed by the door of the study, she found her father sitting in the study and still not asleep.

Dad was holding a silver ring and looking at it.

She knew that silver ring. In the past, her mother always wore that silver ring around her neck.

Although she is young, she also knows that her father misses her mother more than she does.

When Bohan was talking to Qiao Yu, he even kept silent about it.

But he didn't mention it, every thought in this Yujing Garden was about Qiao Yu.

The house that Qiao Yu once rented was bought by Bao Hanshi.

Inside, the things Qiao Yu used and the traces of his life were completely preserved by Bo Hanshi.

He occasionally works overtime until evening, and when he passes by, he will come in and sit for a while.

He sat on the sofa and opened Qiao Yu's cell phone.

The password for her phone was simple and it was always her birthday.

In the gallery of her mobile phone, there is a photo of "a family of three".

That was the first time the three of them took a photo together.

Still under Xiangsi's strong request, he reluctantly cooperated.

Unexpectedly, this photo would become the last photo of the three of them together.

I often suffer from insomnia when I am cold.

After Qiao Yu left, the symptoms of insomnia became more serious.

He took a piece of clothing from her closet and put it under the pillow. It would make it easier to sleep.

The clothes smelled of Qiao Yu.

……

At the same time, Nancheng.

In a high-end private hospital.

Yan Zheng and his adopted son Yan Chen asked the doctor outside the ward.

"Doctor, how is Qiao Yu's condition?"

"Not very optimistic."

Yan Zheng frowned, "This girl is destined to me, you must do your best to treat her."

"Old Yan, I understand, but this girl is suffering from a mental illness and has a weak sense of survival. She wakes up sometimes and falls into coma. There is nothing we can do about it. Old Yan, do you know what this girl has experienced? How could she become like this... …”

While he was talking, the nurse inside came out.

"Mr. Yan, Miss Qiao is awake."

Yan Zheng leaned on crutches and immediately entered the ward.

In the ward, Qiao Yu looked haggard and pale.

She slowly opened her eyes, opened her eyelids and saw that familiar face, and murmured: "Old Yan..."

Yan Zheng approaches.

"Qiao Yu, do you still recognize me?"

She nodded, recognizing it.

"A month ago, our group organized an anniversary celebration. On my private cruise ship, you were swept by the waves near my cruise ship. I rescued you and found out it was you. Qiao Yu, how did you fall into the sea?"

"I... Mr. Yan, I'm sorry, you saved me in vain. I don't have long to live, I have lung cancer."