I'd love to live next door to you

After coming out of Han's enterprise, Xia went to a place good night.

Zhang te wanted to go with Xia goodnight, but he was rejected by Xia goodnight.

Zhang special help did not force her to have a good night in summer. After seeing her off, she thought that her face was not very good when she left, so she took her mobile phone and sent a message out.

Along the road of the prosperous city, the car moves smoothly and stops. When passing the Fourth Ring Road, Xia goodnight saw a flower shop on the side of the road, and asked the master to stop the car on the side of the road.

She went to the florist's to choose some flower materials. When her little sister helped her pack, she went to the next store and bought some things.

Back to the car, it didn't take long to leave the city, the speed of the car suddenly picked up, near noon, the car arrived at the cemetery.

"Shall I go up with you?" Master is the driver Zhang te called for, so when I got off in summer, I asked.

Good night in the summer: "no, thank you."

"Then I'll wait for you here."

Summer good night back to a very farfetched smile, holding a bouquet, carrying a bag and stepping on the steps, go to the depth of the cemetery.

After walking for about 20 minutes, Xia goodnight stopped. She looked at the extremely luxurious tombstone built in front of her. After standing for a long time, she walked slowly.

Every step closer, the strength in her body will be weakened. When she stands in front of the tombstone and looks at the familiar name engraved on it, her body will be soft and the whole person will fall and sit on the ground.

The cemetery is wet, and the baskets around are not completely withered. Han jingnian's picture on the tombstone is very young. He is dressed in a suit, and his eyes are cold.

Xia goodnight looked at Han jingnian in the picture for a long time, and then said, "I've come to see you..."

The man in the picture, looking at her quietly, could not respond to her words.

"I haven't come to see you until now. You Will it be my fault? "

"In fact, I don't want to come. I subconsciously think that as long as I don't come, as long as I don't see these things, you are still..."

Xia goodnight's voice is slow, not heavy, not light. I don't know if she cried too much the other day. Today's her eyes are strangely dry, without any sign of moisture.

"You know what? I have a secret that I haven't told you all the time. If I don't tell you, I want you to be better. But I didn't expect you to leave. Suddenly, not long ago, you gave my friend a compliment... "

"That secret, this morning, is no longer a secret. My name is not Xia wanwan. My name is Xia goodnight Everyone knows the secret, but you will never know it again... "

"Oh, I have other identities besides that. I'm an, my master is Jo, I Many works are designed for one person, such as years, first love Do you know why these works are not for sale? Because it belongs to you alone, I don't allow others to share them It's a pity that you don't know these things until you die... "

"I met you when I was 15. I married you when I was 22. You never wanted to know me. It's a pity Until you die, you didn't know me... "

Good night in summer is still in tears.

In the photos on the tombstone, there is no change in the man's expression, which is still that kind of plain and light appearance.

(fortunately, vinegar doesn't die. If you die, you don't know until you die. These plots will explode!)