Xia Qing and Gu Qiqi have their things ready, and the plane is on standby. At the thought of leaving for a few days, Gu Qiqi buys a bunch of flowers to see Lu Zhen in the cemetery. Xia Qing has nothing to do with her.
"How can I buy roses?" Xia Qing asked curiously. She had never heard of a rose presented to the dead. Qiqi is really innovative.
Gu Qiqi said with a smile, "Lu Zhen's favorite is the anemone. But in this season, where can I get it for him? I think he likes roses more than lilies. Don't you think roses are more suitable for him? Even if he died, I think he would like us to send his favorite flowers with him
The first day of burial, in order to cooperate, are white flowers.
It doesn't matter if she really likes the flowers at the back.
After Christmas, it has been snowing all the time. Yesterday, it began to snow heavily. Some sections of the road accumulated a thin layer of snow. The whole world is wrapped in snow, especially here in the cemetery.
The green trees, covered with snow, look a bit bleak.
Gu Qiqi stopped outside the cemetery.
Suddenly she was a little afraid to go in. She said with a wry smile, "you know what? I still can't accept the fact. I always feel that he is still alive. He is right next to us. We get together a lot. We often have no news for several months. I really want him to go where he is to carry out his mission and where he has gone. I don't want him to lie here cold and cold. I'd rather he lives in peace in a corner of the world I don't know. "
Almost everyone could not accept the fact that Lu Zhen left.
"He hated winter, but he died in winter."
Gu Qiqi is rarely so sentimental. To be right, it has never been.
Xia Qing is also uncomfortable in her heart. She has a close relationship with Lu Zhen. Her relationship with Lu Zhen is not so painful. She is also an agent. She is used to seeing life and death. She does not feel as deep as them. She just accompanies her in silence.
From a distance, they saw a white shadow leaning against the tombstone, shrinking. The lilies had withered, and a figure was leaning on the tombstone, wrapped in a thin layer of snow. Xia Qing and Gu Qiqi looked at each other.
Two people rushed over, Gu Qiqi put down the rose in his hand, Xia Qing turned over the shrinking man, it was Nolan.
He seems to be asleep, and particularly keen, Xia Qing once touched him, he immediately sober up.
"Xiaozhen..."
Seeing that it was Xia Qing and Gu Qiqi, the light in Nolan's eyes darkened inch by inch, and turned into a pool of motionless dry water. There was no fluctuation in the silence. The European and American people had strong fur. In a few days, his chin was covered with green dregs. People look rough and confused, with widowed loneliness and despair.
Xia Qing's heart is sour, moist eyes.
They held Nolan's hand. His hand was so cold that his body was so stiff that he couldn't move. It seemed that he had been frozen in the snow. Obviously, he had not left here in the past few days. There was a paper bag on the ground, a cup of milk tea and a hamburger. I think it was Jun who brought him, and he couldn't persuade him to leave.
In recent days, they have forgotten that Lu Zhen has passed away. Nolan is the saddest person, and their pain is not as great as that of Nolan.
"Nolan, we'll take you home. You'll die if you go on like this." Gu Qiqi wants to help him up.
Nolan did not move. "He said he would come to see me and I would wait for him."
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