Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

The gentle breeze is full of spring, the dormant trees are awakened, and the dry branches are dyed green, exuding vitality like rebirth.

At a glance, on the hilltop not far away, the winter silver clothes were taken off, and fresh green coats were put on. The air was mixed with the unique fresh smell of soil. ground, towards the cemetery at the foot of the mountain.

It is very quiet here, except for the singing of the birds, everything sleeps silently in this beautiful land forever.

Cheng Qiyan's footsteps stopped in front of a blue-gray tombstone, engraved on it: the tomb of his beloved wife Mo Bingyan, just a few words revealed his painful past, Cheng Qiyan knelt down slowly, and offered flowers to the cold On the hard concrete platform, the plastic film covering the flowers made a silent sound. He took out the handkerchief in his arms and wiped the dust on the stele, focusing and careful.

But when he glanced at the photo on the stele, he froze the movement of his hands. On the round photo was his wife's smiling face, the snow-white handkerchief slipped from his hand, and Cheng Qiyan caressed the beautiful woman in the photo.It is not afraid of wind and rain, and has retained its bright colors for many years.

He knelt on the ground on one knee, with a cold tombstone on his handsome face, as if he was feeling the love that had disappeared in another country, which was passed on continuously, but never received a response.

"Sorry...I'm late...Sorry..."

Cheng Qiyan's thin lips overflowed with choked murmurs, sadness added a bit of fragility to his handsome facial features, he closed his eyes lightly, the pain seeped into his heart vines, and settled in his heart with nowhere to escape.

Forgetting is not his escape, but his punishment.

I don't know how long it took, as if he was about to fall asleep with him, but Cheng Qiyan quietly opened his eyes, touched the cold face that was invaded with the back of his hand, condensed his sorrow to the deepest part of his heart and hid it, he sat down on the concrete floor next to him , put his hands on his knees, squinted his eyes leisurely, and accompanied his wife to enjoy the refreshing scenery.

After a while, he said: "Are you allowed to smoke a cigarette here? Hehe... If you don't speak, it means you agree, so I will smoke."

Cheng Qiyan took out a cigarette, lit it upright, and the milky white smoke lingered above his head until it dissipated into a transparent nothingness.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a white object, looked sideways, and saw a clean white envelope standing upright beside the tombstone, Cheng Qiyan stared intently, as if someone put it here intentionally, what could it be?

The hand holding the cigarette picked up the envelope, opened it, and poured out a piece of letter paper from it, Cheng Qiyan read it suspiciously.

In black and white letters above, there is an address printed in neat Song typeface, with a short sentence attached: go to the above address to find a man named Guyi, he can help you find out the truth of everything.

Cheng Qiyan's nerves suddenly became tense. He turned the letter paper over and over again, cleared the empty envelope, but found no clues, only a sudden sentence on the letter paper, and his heart seemed to be hit hard by something...

Who put it here?

Cheng Qiyan looked around blankly for a week. In front of him was a huge cemetery with tombstones one after another. There were only a few people who came to sweep the graves of their relatives. They came and went silently, and found nothing unusual.

The crisp birdsong in his ears suddenly seemed so strange, Cheng Qiyan's heart was no longer calm, but was occupied by inexplicable anxiety.

He gripped the envelope tightly in his hand.The truth of all things?Why is it placed next to his wife's tomb instead of other places that he can touch—the truth, including the murderer who killed Bingyan?

Cheng Qiyan deliberated over all the clues, but he was already in a state of confusion.

After a while, he took out the pen in his arms and copied the address into the phone book. Perhaps, it is really not far from the truth!

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Qiyan ignited the letter paper and set it on fire. The flames licked the word "truth", and finally burned to charred black, and everything was reduced to ashes.

"Bing Yan, wait for me, I will come to see you next time."

Cheng Qiyan pressed his lips on the tombstone, regained his firmness, packed up his heavy heart, and left the cemetery full of doubts. He decided to lift the curtain to see what was hidden behind it. At that moment, His steps have never been hasty.

Not long after Cheng Qiyan left, a black figure came to Mo Bingyan's tomb following the footsteps he had stepped on just now, standing upright, exuding a strong dark aura.

The man looked down at the bouquet Cheng Qiyan put here, and then picked a flower from it and put it on the tip of his nose, smelling the fragrance obsessively, with a charming smile on his handsome face.

"How can you be as beautiful as him?"