Cemetery in the remote suburbs of Yu City.

On the artificial soil slope are lined up tombstones, row by row, densely packed.

During his lifetime, all kinds of people were buried here, with names and black and white photos engraved on the cold tombstones.

After Jian Qing returned to Yu City, she did not go directly to the health school to find Principal Li to buy a house, but came to the cemetery.

The day she made an appointment with Principal Li happened to be Chen Yuan's death day.

Jian Qing bought candles, yellow paper, and several stacks of paper money and silver dollars in the small shop at the entrance of the cemetery.

Although she never believed in these things, she habitually followed suit, burning a lot of paper, for fear that if she didn't do it, Chen Yuan and A Qian would have no money to spend it.

When I was sleeping yesterday, Jian Qing dreamed of them.

Chen Yuan in the dream was busy in the kitchen and said she wanted to make a delicious meal for her. Aqian in the dream was healthy and lively.

When I woke up, my eyes were wet.

People say that time will smooth everything out. It has been a long time since they left, but Jian Qing still feels very uncomfortable.

Missing seems to have not faded by the passage of time, but she has no one to tell.

There was no one else in the cemetery except for a cleaning aunt.

The weather is a bit gloomy and makes people feel uncomfortable.

Jian Qing walked up the steps step by step, his eyes falling on the tombstones.

I couldn't help but count the time of their death. Some were early and some were late, some were carved with tombstones, and some had only a few names.

Jian Qing didn't find any earlier than Aqian, and even those who were earlier than Chen Yuan.

She couldn't find anything to comfort herself from the tombstone, and she couldn't comfort herself and said, "Look, that person has not lived past forty years old."

The tombs of Chen Yuan and A Qian are side by side.

Jian Qing later learned that when Chen Yuan died, Jian Hongzhe also bought the cemetery next to her and left it for A Qian.

In front of the two tombstones side by side, there is a bouquet of exquisitely wrapped flowers.

Large white chrysanthemums are decorated with small yellow daisies.

It carries grief and remembrance.

It must have been put on for a long time, and the flowers have dried up and dehydrated.

Jian Qing was stunned for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, she couldn't imagine who had visited them.

Chen Yan didn't like Jian Hongzhe to see them, and she felt it was unlucky, so Jian Hongzhe didn't have the same face.

The Chen family lives in the countryside. The old ones are inconvenient, the young ones are busy, and they don’t have that deep relationship.

So, except for Jian Qing, no one will remember to come to see them.

The cleaning aunt happened to sweep this row.

"Auntie, do you know who gave the flowers?" Jian Qing asked without any hope.

Logically, there are so many people coming to worship every day, and the cleaner can't remember his face.

But the man who came that time was very beautiful.

With the few words on the tombs of Chen Yuan and A Qian, I knew that she had not had a good time in her lifetime, so she would take special care of the mother and the mother when she cleaned.

"He is a tall and handsome man in a suit." The cleaning lady gestured twice.

“…”

Jian Qing could not think of who she said this.

I simply didn't want to, and I just silently thanked the person who sent the flowers in my heart.

At least no one remembers them except her.

"This flower has been here for a long time. I saw that the flowers bloomed well before but it didn't clear it. Now it has withered. Do you want to help you clear it?" asked the sweeping aunt.

Jian Qing shook her head and thanked her, "No, I'll take it away by myself later."

After the sweeping aunt left, she stood quietly in front of Chen Yuan's grave, staring at the woman's warm and kind smile.

Chen Yuan’s tomb doesn’t even have her husband’s name.

Because Chen Yan was pregnant at that time and said she didn't want to share her husband with others after she died, so she didn't engrave Jian Hongzhe's name on the monument.

She protected her stolen things like a greedy evil dog.

The Chen family actually agreed, thinking that the living person is more important than the dead person.

Pressing the sourness that appeared in the internal organs, Jian Qing raised his hand to wipe Chen Yuan's photo and brush away the dust on it.

"I'll come to see you," she said.

The sound is very light and low, as if you are afraid of waking up the soul that is sleeping here forever.

After worshiping Chen Yuan and A Qian, Jian Qing carried the two withered flowers all the way back to the city.

She and Zhou Cheng made an appointment at the gate of the medical school, and then went to the principal's office together.

When he knocked on the door and went in, Principal Li shouted "In".

He seemed to be on the phone with someone, and he was kind and said with some pleasing words. "This week's class is to push you back, so you should be careful and take good care of your illness."

"Yeah, don't worry, no problem."

Principal Li's eyes fell to the door. Seeing that it was them who came in, he quickly hung up the phone.

He greeted the two with a smile, nodded and smiled with Jian Qing, and shook hands with Zhou Cheng. He did a good job of etiquette and was able to be at ease in the traditional officialdom.

"Jian Qing, right?" He said while making tea for the two of them: "I used to go to your mother's shop for dinner, but I wonder if you still remember it?"

He compared his waist with his hands, looked up and down, and sighed: "You were so young at that time. I didn't expect that you are so big now, and I can't recognize you."

Jian Qing smiled, "Remember, the teachers in the health school often take care of their mother's business."

During the chatting of each other, three people sat down on the sofa next to the reception desk.

She didn't understand the matter of buying a house, so she left it to Zhou Cheng to handle it, but she confirmed the price again.

"Uncle Li, are you sure you sell it for 100,000 yuan?" Jian Qing frowned, "You bought it for 200,000 yuan before, and it didn't take long."

Principal Li is a smart person, how could he do such a loss-making business?

Jian Qing always had some doubts in her heart, and she was guilty of taking advantage of others.

Principal Li sighed, "There is no way, something happened at home, I'm in a hurry to use the money."

"I bought this house because I believed in the news that Yu County was going to be demolished. Later, the city clarified that it was fake news. If the house was not sold, it would be ruined, and it would be even more costly at that time."

"So, you can't speculate on anything." He smiled helplessly and shook his head, "I have to thank you for buying it, and helped me recover part of the losses."

Zhou Chengxiao looked at the signing page of the purchase contract and echoed: "Indeed, the houses in that area are not easy to sell."

After hearing what Principal Li said, Jian Qing felt relieved and dispelled her doubts.

The procedures were over, and a knock came from outside the principal's office.

It was Teacher Bai who came to talk to the principal.

Principal Li lowered his head and signed the contract. He took the time to look at her, "Wait for me and get ready soon."

Teacher Bai nodded in a stack of test papers and adjusted his homework on the table next to him.

After the procedures and documents were complete, Jian Qing and Zhou Cheng didn't stay much, so they quickly said goodbye and left.

The big stone in Jian Qing's heart finally landed on the ground.

After leaving the principal's office, he showed a relaxed smile for the first time.

Zhou Cheng seemed to be infected by her, and then laughed, "Congratulations, I bought the house I wanted, which is much cheaper than last time."

Maybe the God of Lucky will favor those who work hard to live, he thought.

"Thank you for helping me during this period." She thanked her very sincerely, her eyes bright.

Zhou Cheng was stunned for a moment when he saw her, and quickly waved his hand, "It's okay, you're welcome."

Jian Qing held the key given to her by Principal Li in her hand, and the lock seemed to have been replaced, which was more complicated and exquisite than the keys at home.

She couldn't wait to go back and take a look.

Walking out of the administrative building, Jian Qing suddenly stopped and remembered that the two bouquets of dead flowers she brought back from the cemetery fell on the shelf at the door of the principal's office.

"Sorry, I've got something left and I'm going to get it. You go first, don't wait for me." She hurriedly said goodbye to Zhou Cheng, fearing that the cleaning staff would throw it away as garbage in a while.

“…”

Zhou Cheng stared at the girl's back as she jogged back, patted her forehead in annoyance, and just as he had the courage to ask someone to have a meal, he continued to ejaculate again.

Jian Qing ran in a hurry, climbed a few more floors, breathing a little.

I saw the two white flowers at the entrance of the principal's office at the end of the corridor from afar. I let go and slowed down.

The door of the principal's office was not closed tightly, with a narrow gap exposed, and the voice of speaking came from inside.
To be continued...