Reincarnated wives please stop pestering me

This cemetery is said to be connected to the dragon vein of Bauhinia City, that is, connected to the former imperial palace. Of course, the cost is quite exaggerated.

Buried here, it is only a small area, and it can compete with the housing prices within the first ring road.

It is also a strange thing to say.

When a person dies, he wants to be buried well, but if he doesn’t have money, it’s not enough.

But everyone is dead, so what is the purpose of burying them so well?

Although Xia Chen felt that this was meaningless, it did not prevent some people from enjoying it and believing it.

Naturally, this cemetery will not be open in the early morning, and the security guards and all kinds of monitoring are strictly guarded against it.

In fact, the huge profits behind the cemetery are also unimaginable.

You think that you only need to pay for a cemetery, but in fact, this money is just a management fee. For decades, 40 or 60 years of management fees, you need to pay again after the deadline has passed.

Pay management fee.

Of course, there is no need to pay the cemetery fee that was paid at the beginning, which is equivalent to a lease renewal later.

In fact, it's useless to say these things, after all, it seems that Xia Chen won't care about this for many years to come.

Xia Chen walked into this luxurious cemetery.

Of course, walking is not so accurate.

It should be said to be turned over.

I still found a corner without surveillance, a courtyard wall that was three or four meters high, and climbed over it neatly, and then walked inside.

The surrounding mountains and clear waters are beautiful, and those who don’t know it thought it was some kind of royal garden, but it’s not the case, what’s hidden under the white pines are just one after another tombs.

It's just that the price on the outside looks more beautiful, but for ordinary people, it's still out of reach.

Xia Chen continued to walk inside.

The sky is getting brighter.

To be honest, being alone in the cemetery in the early morning is like taking a walk, and only Xia Chen, who has a big heart, thinks it is a walk.

Even if it was Ching Ming Festival, they would not bring them to the cemetery so early.

Xia Chen quickly found her destination.

It is the innermost part of the cemetery, and it is also the location with the best Fengshui.

There is even a pond with beautiful and clear streams, singing birds and fragrant flowers.

This kind of thing is a bit too much to describe the cemetery, but Xia Chen stopped because it was not far away.

It looks like that tombstone among the ponds, flowers, all kinds of pretty embellishments.

Actually alone.

There is no rich embellishment on it.

It's just a long and square tombstone.

Xia Chen walked over and squatted down slightly.

The shoes leave footprints on the square inch of dirt ahead.

Xia Chen squatted down.

Saw a photo on the tombstone.

That woman is as gorgeous as ever.

Especially when I saw that the photo above was not what the woman looked like after her old age, but when she was young and playful and domineering with a bit of a queen's demeanor.

Xia Chen smiled.

From the beginning to the end, she was like this, proud, domineering, independent, and carried through to the end.

Back then, even if she was herself, many things could not dissuade her.

Looking at her photo at this time, it seems that she can feel that she is looking at him and saying.

"You have no conscience, you only want to see this girl now?"

Xia Chen smiled and sat down on the dirt.

He reached out and stroked the cold, emotionless tombstone.

His smile began to shine brightly, and then the east became white.

become lonely.

Alone, as if in the world, there is no one who knows the original self.

None left.

What's left is just a chance encounter, not the original.

For men, many things are based on an original.

Xia Chen touched the tombstone and said with a little emotion.

"Actually, I haven't forgotten many things. It's just that I forgot the time.

I always think that maybe there will be a chance sometime, and I will appear in front of you and talk about the interesting things of these years.

But I will not grow old, I forgot, you will grow old, you cannot stand the ravages of time.

In the end, I only had time to see Xiaohu.

As for you, I just made it to your funeral in time.

I'm sorry to say it, but I don't seem to have a chance to make amends. This is a punishment for me, and I also know the news... Speaking of it. ...It seems that I can only feel sorry.

To be honest, this is the only true expression I have made in 60 years. If it is too hypocritical to embarrass you, don't mind.

It's been so long... all I thought was that I just came to see you, what a terrible kindness.

Xiaohu said that I am a gentle person, what do you think? "

Xia Chen was laughing, very lonely.

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PS: Let’s talk about the monthly pass breaking a thousand?Brothers?

85 is really smart~(Ask for tickets at the beginning of the month~~)

In fact, there is not much to say.

Xia Chen just rambled on for 5 minutes, and sat here in a daze for the next few hours.

In fact, I don't remember much of the past.

I didn't expect that the woman back then was so gentle yet revealing a youthful and domineering aura.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella and wearing a cheongsam.

Just like that, he came in front of himself.

Say to yourself.

"You are Mr. Liang, right? My name is Jiang Yanli, and my family asked me to come on a blind date with you, but I think this is hasty. Just using letter paper may not be enough to make you quit, so I have to tell you by myself

Well, I don't like this, you know. "

Those words at that time can actually see her behavior style in the next few years.

Thinking about it now, it still tastes great.

In that era of war and chaos, I met a woman who was as dazzling as the morning sun.

A woman who is not gentle, but rather spicy and bold.

But now they are all lost in the dust of history.

They didn't even leave any names in history, and everyone knew nothing about their youth except themselves.

After sitting for hours.

Xia Chen still left.

To worry, to miss, it is impossible to dig up other people's graves, right?

That's it, it's good to be here quietly.

Time is ups and downs.

Memories are glimmers.

It only glows slightly when it is remembered, but it cannot be grasped after all.

People always want to catch the light, always want to chase the past.

Xia Chen knows very well that the cruelest thing in life is to let you keep remembering, but you have no chance to regret it.

Xia Chen still left the capital and did not go to other places. Even in this city, he has left many marks, but now he is not in any mood.

Get on the plane calmly and return to Naoe.

What Xia Chen naturally didn't know was that after he left the cemetery.

A courtyard in the capital, elegant and indifferent.

But its value in this territory cannot be ignored.

There are no luxury cars parked in the yard, but some colorful flowers are planted.

It looks like an artist's garden.

And in this small two-story bungalow, there is a young woman.

Sweeping the moth brow lightly, the expression is dull.

The coldness reveals a feeling of depression and confusion.

It's hard to imagine that in this era, there are still people who can embroider by themselves.

She is threading needles and threads in her hands, just like a woman from the previous era, making some female celebrities who want to talk to each other.

Women don't stay indifferent for long.

She soon received a call from an elderly woman's voice.

she says.

"Miss...the cemetery...someone has been there."

Hear this.

The woman who was embroidering also put down her needlework.

The expression on his face changed, it seemed to be a long-awaited excitement.

"who is it?"

"It's a . . . boy."

"what……"

The woman hung up the phone slowly.

She thought of something, and it wasn't disappointment on her face.

Rather, a suspicion and a veiled excitement.

She thought about it after hanging up the phone.