The wind chime at the door rang softly, and Ding Yiyi looked out the window to see Song Mengjie crossing the road, her denim shirt fluttering in the wind.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting there. She only knew that the setting sun outside the window had disappeared and night covered the earth. She stood up, raised her numb legs, and walked out mechanically.

"Please go to the cemetery."

In the cemetery, the gatekeeper recognized Ding Yiyi and let her in. A tombstone stood alone on the left side of the church, and to the right was the tombstone of a well-known writer in China.

The tombstone had long been filled with flowers. Ding Yiyi bent down and gently placed the lily she brought on top of it. The petals crushed the petals, and even her fingers were filled with fragrance.

"Are you worried? Worried that one day there will no longer be flowers in front of the tombstone, no one will remember Ye Chuyun, and even I will forget you?"

The wind caused the flowers to sway slightly, as if responding to her, "So you force yourself to remember him?"

Ye Nianmo walked up to her and looked at her, his eyes like soft candy under the light of the street lamp.

"That's right," Ding Yiyi said hoarsely, "The whole world can forget him, but I can't."

"Why?"

Ye Nianmo took a step forward, and the distance between the two shortened again. After letting her escape for so long, he finally started to take action.

Ding Yiyi's eyes evaded, "No why?"

"Because you feel that forgetting him is betraying him. The happier you live, the more guilty you feel."

Ding Yiyi did not answer, but the sad look on her face said everything. The tip of her nose was suddenly flicked, and she took a step back in pain.

"Idiot!" Ye Nianmo was a little angry, "No matter how happy you are, don't feel guilty, let alone feel like you betrayed him, because he is one of the people in the world who wants you to be happy the most."

The wind picked up, and the air was filled with the faint smell of flowers, which had healing magic power. Ding Yiyi was confused at first, and then her eyes turned red.

Ye Nianmo turned around, raised his feet and walked out, "Let's go, I asked the driver to go back first. The car is almost gone. Be careful and the engine stalls halfway."

Tears blurred her eyes, and his voice became vague. Ding Yiyi wiped away the tears with the back of her hand. She turned back and took a deep look, with a big smile on her lips.

The fragrance of flowers floated, the silhouettes of people one after another gradually disappeared, and the eyes of the people on the tombstone were as gentle as ever.

After an hour, Ye Nianmo said expressionlessly: "Turn off the engine."

"There seems to be a farmhouse nearby. How about we go borrow some oil and bring it back?"

"It's not economical," Ye Nianmo looked at the road sign, "That farmhouse is about 1 kilometer away from our current location, and the round trip is two kilometers, so it's not cost-effective."

"What should we do?"

Ye Nianmo unbuckled his seat belt, turned sideways, took a hat and pressed it on Ding Yiyi's forehead, and said firmly: "Go over there."

Since it was a small road in the suburbs, there were waist-high weeds on both sides of the road. Ye Nianmo walked ahead to clear the way, and Ding Yiyi followed closely behind him.

Suddenly there was a strange noise in the grass, and there was mist all around. Ding Yiyi was so frightened that she grabbed Ye Nianmo's suit jacket on the back.

Ye Nianmo turned around with doubts in her eyes. She hurriedly let go, her face turned crimson from walking, "I'm sorry."

At this time, there was another sound of squeaking in the grass. The hairs on Ding Yiyi's arms stood up, and she asked with some trepidation: "Is there such a thing?"

"What kind?" Ye Nianmo looked at her doubtfully until he saw her expression.
Chapter completed!