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Tang Xuan lowered her head, feeling irritable for some reason and instantly recovered. He pressed to answer, his tone soft, "Xiao Xia, is the tomb-sweeping over?"

He didn't call, because he was afraid that if Tang Zhihai and Tang Xia didn't turn on the mute and the phone rang in the cemetery, it would be embarrassing. So now, after waiting for my sister's call, a heavy stone finally fell from my heart.

"Well," Tang Xia replied, her voice still so crisp, "I told my mother that you couldn't come because of special circumstances, so I don't blame you."

Tang Xuanle, with a broad smile, "Go back to make up on May 1st."

"May 1st, Dad said just now that he plans to take us on a trip on May 1st."

"Oh? Where are you going?"

"It's not decided yet. He will tell you after he reads the strategy in two days."

Tang Xia was chatting on the other end of the phone, and it seemed that she had already left the cemetery, sweeping away the gloomy emotions before.

Tang Xuan listened quietly, occasionally responding, with the usual pampering on her face.

However, suddenly, he heard his sister call out in surprise—"Huh?"

"What's wrong?" Tang Xuan asked in a low voice.

"Brother, I won't tell you. I have something to do." The girl replied quickly, and then hung up the phone without warning.

Tang Xuan looked at the mobile phone that had already sent out a busy tone with a puzzled expression.

On the opposite side, Tang Xia stared at the woman walking by, and a name flashed in his mind—Han Yu.

Isn't that dignified and beautiful woman Han Yu's mother? She saw it at the parent meeting and was very impressed.

Du Ruo didn't know Tang Xia, so he walked straight past her, wearing a black windbreaker, holding a bouquet of flowers, wearing sunglasses, stepping on a pair of black low-heeled shoes, and entered the cemetery alone.

Even though she knew it was not good, Tang Xia was driven by curiosity to turn around and follow her.

"Xiao Xia, let's go."

Coincidentally, Tang Zhihai called her from the front.

When Tang Xia turned her head, Du Ruo hadn't gone far. The girl thought about it, gritted her teeth and lied—

"Dad, I seem to have dropped my phone at my mother's place. Wait for me, I'll go back and look for it!" After speaking, Tang Xia ran away.

Before Tang Zhihai could react with the empty bag, Tang Xia disappeared in front of his eyes. He was stunned, scratching his head belatedly, frowning strangely.

Didn't you just call? How could you lose your phone?

Tang Zhihai was worried, so he simply put his things back on the car, turned around and went back to the cemetery as well.

Tang Xia's heart was beating wildly, and she followed Du Ruo all the way, walking back and forth between the tombstones. Until the latter slowed down, stopped in front of one of the tombstones, and slowly took off his sunglasses.

The girl held her breath, pretended to be nonchalant, and walked to the tombstone behind Du Ruo with small steps.

The woman didn't notice, or she thought Tang Xia was also here to sweep the grave, so she didn't care.

Tang Xia heard Du Ruo chattering, but due to the low voice, she couldn't hear clearly.

Until the woman finally let out a long sigh and called out in a low voice—

"Son..."

son?

son!

Tang Xia was directly shocked in place.

Isn't Du Ruo Han Yu's mother? Who else would her son be besides that boy who was like the proud son of heaven?

The girl was a little dazed, and hid behind the tombstone with her head down, silently chanting—don't blame, don't blame.

The woman in black didn't stay for too long, she just put the thing in her hand in front of the tombstone, bent down and gently stroked the old photo on it, and then left slowly.

When she was walking, her back was a little thin, and against the background of the bleak weather, it became more and more worrying. She was afraid that if she was careless, she would fall down.

But fortunately, Du Ruo's steps are relatively steady, with his heels stepping on the steps, gently and rhythmically.

Tang Xia turned a corner and walked up from the opposite direction the woman left, getting closer and closer to the tombstone where she put the bag.

For some reason, my palms were sweating.

Tang Xia pursed her lips, her eyes touched the plastic bag film gently swaying in the wind under the tombstone, and then she slowed down.

There were some snacks in the bag, Tang Xia felt strange, the packaging bags of those snacks were not what you can see in supermarkets now, but like those snacks that she used to buy for 50 cents when she was a child.

After Tang Xia finished reading, she raised her eyes carefully, and looked up bit by bit along the tombstone until a slightly yellowed photo appeared within her line of sight.

It's a boy.

The girl was stunned, looked up and looked around as if guilty, and then refocused on the photo.

The boy looked to be only five or six years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a harmless smile.

His name is written on the tombstone, Han Chan.

Also surnamed Han...

Tang Xia frowned, her brain began to function.

"Xiao Xia, why are you here?"

The girl was startled, and turned her head to see Tang Zhihai approaching, "Dad." She didn't know how to explain, so she had to walk down with her head down.

Tang Zhihai glanced casually at the tombstone, and said, "You can't run around in the cemetery."

Tang Xia nodded obediently, "I see." She didn't dare to delay any longer, and prepared to leave after following Tang Zhihai's pace.

Before leaving, the girl couldn't help turning her eyes after all, and fixedly glanced at the photo.

For no reason, I felt...the shadow of Han Yu was in the boy's eyes.

Tang Xia returned home with doubts.

After dinner in the evening, she sneaked into the study and turned on the computer to surf the Internet. After being divided into classes, she was busy studying. Tang Xia has always been self-disciplined. She has never played computer games since the beginning of school. Today is an exception.

As soon as she logged on to QQ, Yu Man sent her a message, as if she was waiting for her to go online.

Tang Xia replied - what's wrong?

Yu Man threw five words very simply - go to the forum, speed!

Tang Xia was surprised, but still quickly opened the webpage and logged into the forum with ease.

There are quite a lot of active people in the forums of No. 1 Middle School, and sometimes the content of the posts is very confusing. Tang Xia occasionally wanders around, but doesn't speak frequently.

I don't know if the system is busy right now. Tang Xia's web page has not been displayed for a long time. After waiting for seven or eight minutes, pictures and words slowly pop up from the top to bottom of the forum page.

The top post with a lot of clicks came into view instantly—

"Gauntlet".

The name of the post only has these two words, but the smell of gunpowder can be felt across the screen.

Tang Xia immediately clicked in, and the theme of the new page made her dumbfounded.

"Tan Xiao, the last fight hasn't been decided yet, pick a time and do it again."

There was just one sentence in the post, directly naming Tan Xiao who had been expelled from No. 1 High School and even arrested.

Tang Xia suddenly clenched his fists.

She knew that Tan Xiao had escaped from prison, but she didn't know where she went, not even Tang Xuan.

The speaker is a new ID, using the default avatar, Tang Xia put the mouse on the ID name, it shows that the account registration time of this person was just a few days ago, it seems that it is the first time to speak or wearing a vest. However, he was very calm, and left a signature under the content of the post: Qinggongyuan Jiang Cheran.

This name is familiar to many No. 1 Middle School students.