Quick Travel: The host must die in every plane

Every Qingming Festival, Bai Yu would take his wife and daughter to the cemetery to sweep the grave of his sister Bai Wei.

The strange thing is that every time he went there, he would see a bouquet of flowers placed in front of his sister's grave. This has been the case every year for more than ten years without interruption.

My sister was a middle school teacher. She interacted with a very simple circle of people and didn’t have a boyfriend. After she resigned from the school, she interacted even less with people.

The brother and sister lost their parents when they were very young, and rarely interacted with their relatives after growing up.

So apart from him, his brother, he really couldn't think of anyone else who would come to the cemetery to visit his sister every day for more than ten years.

He always wanted to know who this person who silently offered flowers was, but every time he went to the cemetery, he could only see a lonely bouquet of flowers lying in front of the tombstone, and the person who offered the flowers had already left.

My sister died young, and anyone who has been thinking about her for more than ten years must have a special feeling for her.

As the times went by, Bai Yu became more and more curious, so this year he came to his sister's grave alone early in the morning to wait. He had to meet the person who gave flowers to his sister every year.

During the Qingming Festival, drizzling rain fell and everything around was foggy.

A tall figure slowly appeared in Bai Yu's sight. There were basically no people in the cemetery at this time. The figure was getting closer and closer, and walked straight towards him.

As the distance shortened, Bai Yu could more clearly sense the aura emanating from the other party. It was a heavy and oppressive atmosphere that made people alert.

He hid his body in the bushes behind him and watched silently as the figure walked to his sister's grave.

He was a tall man, wearing a suit and shiny leather shoes, and looked like he was of extraordinary status.

But because he was facing away from him and there was thick fog all around, Bai Yu couldn't see his face clearly. He could only see him placing a bouquet of flowers in front of the grave, and then standing for a long time looking at the photo on the tombstone.

After a while, the man was about to leave, and Bai Yu finally couldn't help but show up and called him.

"Sir, please wait a moment."

The man paused and turned to face Bai Yu. He knew this man; he was Bai Wei's brother.

Bai Yu asked directly: "Sir, are you the one who comes to give Weiwei flowers every year? What is your relationship with my sister?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then slowly spoke: "I am...Mr. Bai's...student. I...heard about Ms. Bai, so I came to see her specially."

Bai Yu did not doubt him and smiled, "Weiwei must be very pleased to have a student like you in heaven."

The man slowly lowered his head, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he was trying to hide something. His eyes became so deep that it was impossible to see his true emotions.

"Ms. Bai is a very good teacher, gentle, generous and considerate. It is my honor to have such a teacher."

Bai Yu felt the man's sadness and reached out to pat his shoulder gently.

"Thank you for always remembering Weiwei. If Weiwei knew, she would be very happy. It's a pity that it's all my fault as a brother for not taking good care of her. She is still so young..."

At this point, Bai Yu's tears burst out like a dam breaking, and his originally strong face completely collapsed at this moment. He could no longer suppress the surging grief in his heart and burst into tears. Every tear seemed to represent his endless longing and guilt for his sister.

The man looked up at the middle-aged man in front of him with a weathered face. His eyes were very similar to Bai Wei's, but Bai Wei's eyes were more gentle.

He seldom cared about anyone in his life, let alone the feelings of a stranger, but at this moment he said to Bai Yu: "I'm sorry, I believe Mr. Bai won't blame you."

At this moment, Bai Yu suddenly discovered that Lu Shangxing was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, exactly the same as the one in front of Bai Wei's tomb.

"Do you have any other friends you want to see?"

"Yes... I have another friend buried here too."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have wasted your time. Go do your work first. I want to be alone with Weiwei for a while."

The man nodded, then walked to the other end of the cemetery with the bouquet of flowers.

On the tombstone, the girl in the photo has a beautiful smile and bright eyes. It is a pity that such a beautiful and innocent girl’s life was forever frozen in that year.

The man bent down and placed the flowers next to the girl's photo.

At this time, a young couple came over. The wife was also holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand. She slowly walked to the man and presented the bouquet of flowers to the girl as well.

"Five years have passed, and you still can't let her go."

The man didn't say anything, but just stared at the girl in the photo silently.

The woman continued, "Lu Shanghang, we are all very sad about Miss Su's situation, but no matter what, life must go on. You can't keep dwelling on the past. I think Miss Su would not be happy if she saw you like this."

Ever since Su Ye died, Lu Shangxing has been working day and night like crazy. In just three months, he uprooted and completely destroyed the forces behind Fang Shancun.

But after doing this, he seemed to have lost his soul overnight, living like a walking corpse every day, and no woman ever appeared by his side again.

During the first two years, everyone thought that the reason why he was so depressed was simply because Su Ye’s death was such a huge blow to him, so he was trapped in the shadow and couldn’t get out.

However, as time passed, Meng Qing gradually discovered that things were not that simple. Time may heal physical injuries, but it seems powerless to the pain deep in the heart.

Everyone firmly believes that time is the best medicine to heal all pains. They believe that as long as this man is given a few more years, all the sorrows will gradually dissipate and be gently smoothed out by time.

However, as the years passed, he was still immersed in endless grief, as if he could never break free.

Meng Qing wanted to say something more to comfort her, but was stopped by Yan Ming who gently pulled her into his arms.

"Okay, Qingqing, stop talking. He has to think things through on his own. No matter how much others say, it's useless. Let's go and let him be alone."

Meng Qing glanced at Lu Shanghang, shook his head and sighed helplessly, and finally turned around and left with Yan Ming.

After the two left, Lu Shangxing gently stroked the girl's face in the photo, with unprecedented tenderness in his eyes.

"That's great. Now it's just the two of us. I'll wait for you to come back, no matter how long it takes, one year, two years... or even ten or twenty years, I will wait for you."

Then he leaned over and placed a kiss on the girl's lips.

However, at this moment, a crystal clear tear slid down his cheek and dripped silently onto the tombstone.