Chapter 251

It was already dark, and the air began to drizzle.

On a road in the suburb, a black car was speeding up, as fast as it was going to fly, which scared the cars along the way to avoid.

Through the half open window, it can be seen that the driver is a young man, wearing a stiff black suit, which is even more heroic. There is a bunch of bright red roses on the seat beside him.

Someone on the side of the road said discontentedly, "you don't need to drive so fast even if you are in a hurry for a date?"

Another joked, "this kid is probably late. I'm afraid that other girls will stand him up."

Two people stand on the side of the road, looking at the car, can not help but show a face of confusion.

Eh, how did the boy go to the cemetery?

Lin Yuhang stopped his car at the roadside and came down from the car with a bunch of red roses in his hands. He looked a little tired.

As soon as he finished his task, he hurried back and forth. After driving for several hours, he finally came back before dark.

He stood on the side of the road and looked up at the mountain. There was an imperceptible smile on his lips, which attracted several girls on the side of the road to look back frequently, staring at his figure and forgetting to blink.

"Eh, how can this man bring red roses to sacrifice?"

"Yes, how can red flowers be used to sacrifice the dead?"

A girl's low voice sounded in her ear, and Lin Yuhang's face was immediately covered with a layer of frost, which made the girl who was speaking shudder.

Lin Yuhang didn't even look at the girls. He walked past them as if they were nobody else, and walked to the deep place of the cemetery.

This is a cemetery in the south suburb. Because it's Qingming Festival, there are many people who come here to pay homage to their relatives. There is a faint smell of burning paper money in the air.

The dark sky is gray, and the wet, muddy footprints on the bluestone road leading to the graveyard extend to the depth of the graveyard.

Lin Yuhang holds the rose and ascends, slowly walking to the southernmost cemetery.

Under the dim starlight, there are flowers and some sacrificial offerings everywhere. With the rustle of the wind, it sounds a little gloomy and horrible in the dark night.

Lin didn't care about it at all. He walked step by step until he came to the last row of tombstones.

He placed the flowers in front of the tomb, silently looked at the pictures on the tombstone, stood motionless, like a sculpture.

As the rain grew, people began to take umbrellas. Lin Yuhang stood still like a tree stump, letting the rain wet his clothes, and the water dripped down his hair into his collar.

After passing by a few people, they looked at Lin Yuhang curiously, and then looked at the picture on the tombstone to guess that they were probably a couple.

The girl in the picture looks very young, and the man in front of her is also very handsome. What a nice couple. Unfortunately, the Yin and yang are separated. No wonder this man is so sad.

Passers-by can't help but sigh, take a deep look at Lin Yuhang, who has been drenched in soup, shake his head, turn around and disappear in the rain.

Lin Yuhang didn't care about the passers-by's gossiping eyes, but stood here motionless. He didn't move his numb legs until his mobile phone rang. He calmly picked up his mobile phone and raised it to his ear. He asked: "what's the matter?"

The phone call was from his assistant Miao Qiang: "Lin Shao, there's something on the matter you asked me to check."

Lin Yuhang's eyes flashed: "where are you now?"

"At your door."

”You wait in place. I'll be right there. "

when Lin finished, he hung up and left the cemetery.

Seeing that he was about to go to the exit, he suddenly stopped again, and soon returned to the middle row.

He remembered that it was the tomb of the couple Xiao Qianshan.

Because he came in a hurry, he didn't prepare enough flowers, but anyway, since he came, he had better go to see them.

The rain is more and more heavy, and the sky is darker and darker. The pines and cypresses far and near make a rustling sound in the wind, which is even more gloomy and terrifying.

Lin Yuhang sped up his steps and ran straight to the two tombstones in the middle. Before he came near, he saw a black umbrella.

Lin Yuhang stops abruptly, looks up, and finds that Xiao Qianshan's grave is standing in front of a man. A black umbrella covers half of the man's body, but he can't see whether he is a man or a woman.

How can someone remember to pay homage to xiaoqianshan today?

Who is this man? Is it xiaoqianshui?

Lin Yuhang pauses for a few seconds, then he starts his legs again and approaches the past quietly.

Closer, Lin Yuhang gradually saw that there was indeed a woman standing in front of the tombstone, because it was dark, and he could not see the age of the woman, only saw that the man was slim, with a long ponytail tied behind his head.

The woman stood in front of the tomb for a while, then she bent down slowly, put something in front of the tomb, and said something low in her mouth.

Lin Yuhang didn't disturb her, just stared at her movements.I saw that the woman put down a box in her hand, and then brought out several dishes from the box, and placed them neatly in front of the tombstone.

Then the woman stepped back, knelt respectfully and kowtowed her head, muttering something to herself.

Because the voice is very low, and the rain is very loud, Lin Yuhang has not heard clearly, she has finished.

Lin Yuhang sniffed his nose, as if he could smell a smell of pickled vegetables.

In the lightning and flint room, he suddenly thought of something. Seeing the woman, he would turn around and leave. Lin Yuhang suddenly jumped forward, almost in the blink of an eye, in front of the woman.

"Ah --"

a man suddenly appeared in front of him. Even if he was as brave as Xiao Yuyan, he would scream in terror.

Looking at the people in front of her, Xiao Yuyan screamed again, "where did you come from?"

After returning from Shiqiao village, she found an excuse to come to the capital of the emperor. She waited until dark to pay homage to her parents for fear of meeting people she knew.

But what made her feel broken was that she not only met an acquaintance, but also Lin Yuhang.

When he saw that the man in front of him was a little girl, Lin Yuhang immediately released his hand and looked at her coldly.

I haven't seen it for several months. It seems that the girl who used to be green and astringent has opened up. She is tall and tall. Her skin is white and tender, almost reflecting light. Even her angry appearance is so moving.

Lin Yuhang's heart suddenly jumped, but his words were as cold as ice: "what are you doing here?"

After the initial panic, Xiao Yuyan soon calmed down. The person in front of her was not someone else, but Lin Yuhang, who was alert and alert. She couldn't show any flaws.

"Of course I came to see Uncle Xiao."

"Is it?"

Lin Yuhang's eyes swept around Xiao YuYan's face, then he looked away at the plates behind her.

On the day of Qingming Festival, some people who are particular about it will cook dishes to offer sacrifices to their relatives. That's right. But xiaoqianshan and xiaoqianshan are not related. Why does she do this?

Lin Yuhang looked at the dishes, a pan fried yellow croaker, a cold jellyfish, and a sauced elbow.

Sauce elbow?

Lin Yuhang fixed to look at the sauced elbow, his face suddenly became a little scary.