Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 1675 He will stay overnight in the cemetery

It was raining heavily, and the night was gradually falling.

Because of the addition of a small pet in the ward, the atmosphere was a bit delicate.

It was as if there were some warm factors in the cold air. Although it was not much, it was enough to make the cold air soothed.

Read books, eat, listen to the rain, and be in a daze.

Before I knew it, the night was already deep.

Later, she didn't remember how she fell asleep, probably because she was too tired, and she took medicine, so she leaned on the pillow and fell asleep.

I thought Rong Jincheng would go out to play, after all, she hadn't had sex with him for a long time because of a miscarriage.

With his attributes, he must be impatient.

It's just that she didn't expect that he would sleep in the cubicle after washing and didn't go anywhere.

The medicine contained some sleeping ingredients, Han Yurou listened to the sound of rain, turned over a few times and fell into a deep sleep.

The rain in the night became heavier and heavier, and at some point, Han Yurou felt her waist being hugged.

She was familiar with those hands, she was too sleepy to move.

Soon, Han Yurou's breathing became entangled, like two balls of silk thread, tightly entangled.

There are all kinds of melancholy in the world, cutting constantly, and the reason is still chaotic.

Like this cold rain, repeated and complicated.

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The day before Qingming Festival, it was still raining.

The sky was so foggy, like a black curtain, that the sun could not be seen.

It was day, but it looked like night.

The capital city shrouded in smog and rain has not seen the sun for many days, and the willows are covered in white smoke everywhere, and the tender green leaves look extraordinarily thin in the rain.

Ye Jiaqi knew that according to the usual practice, Josnian would go to the cemetery at five o'clock in the morning.

This night, he will stay overnight in the cemetery.

Ye Jiaqi woke up at three or four o'clock.

In order not to let Josnian notice the abnormality, she turned her back to him and closed her eyes.

After a while, she really heard the sound of getting dressed.

He got up.

Ye Jiaqi closed his eyes, his heart was full of waves, and he couldn't explain clearly.

Probably because he was afraid of waking her up, Josnian went to the bathroom next door to wash up, and then turned off the light for her.

The room with the lights off fell into darkness, but Ye Jiaqi couldn't fall asleep.

Tomorrow is Ching Ming Festival.

He won't be back tonight either.

She had never been to the cemetery, she only knew that the cemetery was not far from Qiao's house in the past, and it was repaired and moved to the suburbs later.

She couldn't imagine what the cemetery was like, and she didn't dare to think about it.

Life and death are the furthest distance in the world.

On such a festival, she also misses her mother.

Soon, she heard the sound of the car engine, and she knew that Josnian had left Qiao residence.

The spacious bedroom was empty, and she was the only one lying on the huge bed.

Holding the quilt tightly with both hands, she silently turned on the phone.

Mother's belongings are gone, except for the diary.

The diary is in Chicago, and only photos are left on her phone.

Fortunately, Josnian didn't have the habit of flipping through her phone, so she was able to flip through the photos when she missed her the most.

Blurred words, blurred pictures, broken photos.

"Mom..." She looked at the photo and burst into tears.

The pillow was wet and she was crying so hard.

In the same Ching Ming Festival, he has loved ones he misses, and so does she.

He can guard the tomb, but she... can't.

"Daughter misses you..." Ye Jiaqi choked up, "I miss you so much, I want to talk to you..."

She wanted to go to her mother's grave to burn some paper, because she heard that... In this way, on the day of Qingming, the dead will return.

(End of this chapter)