Sheng Yao knew that he was in love, and he fell in love with a girl he met for the first time at first sight. But the encounter between the two was not romantic at all. The time was Qingming and the place was a cemetery. No matter how you think about it, the time and place were very wrong.

He rashly grabbed the other person and introduced himself. The other party responded to him with a good temper. What should we do next? We can't stand like this all the time. We have to say something!

"Are you here to visit the grave?" Sheng Yao's mind went blank. After blurting out his words, he wanted to slap himself.

A trace of sorrow appeared on Bai Xiao's face and he replied softly: "Yes."

She looked at the tombstone and looked at the young woman in the photo.

Sheng Yao should follow this topic and ask which relative of Bai Xiao’s tomb belongs to. Then follow the sentence "Sadness and sorrow and change", and then change the topic and talk about some relaxed content. He can also learn about Bai Xiao’s family situation and introduce his own family situation to Bai Xiao. Then...

Then……

Sheng Yao followed Bai Xiao's gaze and looked at the tombstone, and he couldn't speak anymore.

All the considerations and plans disappeared in Sheng Yao's mind.

The nearly identical face and the exact same name were like a thorn, choking in Sheng Yao's throat. His heart was beating violently uncontrollably, unable to tell whether it was throbbing or fear.

Before Sheng Yao could figure out his thoughts, Bai Xiao put away his sorrow and turned to smile at Sheng Yao. She looked at the tombstone in front of Sheng Yao and read the engravings on it, "Are you here to visit the tomb? Is this your...grandparents?"

Sheng Yao came back to his senses, nodded quickly, and said like a bamboo tube pouring beans, "It's my grandparents. My grandfather passed away before I was born, and my grandmother passed away before I went to elementary school. I actually have no impression of them. When I was a child, my parents brought me here..."

Today, he had a sudden idea and came to visit the grave alone, and then met Bai Xiao.

It seemed like something was pulling him and letting him meet Bai Xiao.

Sheng Yao was stunned by his thoughts. He never knew that he had such romantic cells and would have such pink fantasy that belonged to a girl.

"Are you here alone today?" Bai Xiao asked.

Sheng Yao nodded and asked, "Are you alone too?"

Bai Xiao replied: "Yes." Her voice was faint. She looked at the tombstone again, her eyes were quiet and sad.

This kind of Bai Xiao made Sheng Yao feel strange in his heart.

It was also a whim that came to visit the grave alone, but Bai Xiao seemed not to be like this. She... could only visit the grave alone...

Sheng Yao tightened his hands, wanted to do something, and wanted to pull Bai Xiao into his arms and comfort him. This impulse was forcibly endured by him.

But another impulse cannot be suppressed anymore.

"This is... yours..." Sheng Yao looked at the tombstone, stared at the woman in the photo, and then looked at Bai Xiao.

Bai Xiao showed a light smile and avoided answering Sheng Yao's questions.

"Okay, I'm leaving." She suddenly said, her eyes falling on her arm.

Sheng Yao grabbed her hand and never let go.

Sheng Yao's face turned red again and let go of his hand embarrassedly, "I'm sorry."

His empty hand drooped down, feeling lost, and just wanted to hold Bai Xiao's hand again. But again and again, it was really unreasonable. In order to prevent himself from doing stupid things, he put his hand behind him and clenched his fists.

Bai Xiao's body temperature remained in his palm, and it was cold and cold.

"It's okay." Bai Xiao took the opportunity to withdraw his hand and put his other hand on the arm that had been tightly held.

"You..." Sheng Yao looked at Bai Xiao and racked his brains to think about the topic, "How did you come here? Did you take the bus? I'm almost leaving. Let's go to the parking lot together."

Bai Xiao smiled and shook his head, "I live nearby, I'll go back after walking."

Sheng Yao was surprised and disappointed. The next second, he cheered up, "Then I'll give you a gift!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Sheng Yao saw the embarrassment on Bai Xiao's face. He reacted and hurriedly explained: "No, no! I'm not that kind of bad guy! I'm..."

Bai Xiao smiled, "I know, you don't have to be so nervous. I don't suspect you are a bad person."

Sheng Yao breathed a sigh of relief and sweated.

"I'm leaving, you don't have to send me off." Bai Xiao said, paused, looked at Sheng Yao deeply, and said softly: "Goodbye..." After that, he turned around.

Sheng Yao's heart was shocked, his throat rolled for a moment, and subconsciously stretched out his hand, but he grabbed the empty hand.

Bai Xiao walked out of the paper-burning smoke, and then walked into the choking smoke again.

Sheng Yao was blocked by smoke and searched around.

There were either tombstones or people around, with smoke flowing one after another, and cries coming one after another, as if the whole world was in great sorrow.

Sheng Yao failed to find Bai Xiao among the strangers' heads. He withdrew his gaze in disappointment and lowered his head.

From the corner of your eyes, you can see Bai Xiao’s tomb.

Sheng Yao was attracted by the photo and was fully focused. Before he knew it, he squatted in front of the tombstone and looked at the woman in the photo.

"Your name is also Bai Xiao..." He looked at the woman with the same name and surname, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked his fingers across the woman's face.

Only then did Sheng Yao notice something on his hands.

This viscous and slippery substance appeared a strange gray color. Because Sheng Yao's actions just now, he was touched a little on the photo.

Sheng Yao became panicked and quickly wiped off the stains with his other clean hand.

He looked at the photo, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at his hands again.

This hand... I grabbed Bai Xiao for a long time just now...

Not only did he grab the girl offended, but he also grabbed the girl with dirty hands.

Sheng Yao was very upset, wiped his hands clean, and looked up at the tombstone in front of him.

"I'm sorry..." he murmured.

When he said the words of apologies, he felt a heartache, as if he had suffered a heavy blow.

The black name on the tombstone was like a giant sword, inserted into his chest and smashed his heart directly.

Sheng Yao bent down in pain and covered his chest.

It took Sheng Yao a long time to relieve this.

"Are you okay?" A voice sounded next to him.

Sheng Yao waved his hand and stood up from the ground, "It's okay."

"Young man, you also came by the bus? Did you come from Anyang Community?" asked the kind aunt.

Sheng Yao turned his head in surprise and looked at the other party, recognized the other party's face, and replied, "It's that car."

The tomb sweeping bus he took was passing through Anyang Community, and stopped by the road there and picked up several passengers. The kind-hearted aunt in front of him was one of them.

"It's almost time, I'm going to leave the car and go back." The kind-hearted aunt reminded.

"Okay. Thank you." Sheng Yao thanked him and walked out of the cemetery with the aunt.

The aunt kept murmured Sheng Yao all the way: "...The atmosphere of tomb sweeping is like this, which makes people feel uncomfortable. But think about it, although the family members have gone, there are other relatives who are still doing well, so they can feel more comfortable. The most important thing is that the living must be well, and those who have left can also feel at ease, right?"

Sheng Yao looked at the crowd sweeping the graves around them. They had similar sad faces and did similar busy things. At this moment, they seemed to be a big family, sharing the pain and taking responsibility together.

"What if there are no other relatives?" Sheng Yao asked suddenly.

Is Bai Xiao’s expression and tone that means this?

Sheng Yao thought in his mind, but the black names on the tombstone of his grandparents appeared in his mind.

His pace slowed down.

The aunt paused for a moment, "Uh, then, there are always friends, right? Colleagues, classmates... there are always some good relationships, right?"

Sheng Yao did not answer the conversation, but just pursed his lips and his eyes were heavy.

He felt that there was no such person around Bai Xiao. The loneliness emitted by Bai Xiao was too strong. She should have been alone for a long time...

The aunt advised dryly: "Young man, don't think so much, you are still so young." No matter how many words she said, she couldn't say, just looked at Sheng Yao sympathetically.

The bus was parked in place, the door was already open, and the driver stood beside the car and smoked. At this time, there were not many people in the car. Sheng Yao got in the car with the aunt, but he was still sitting in the front row, and the aunt went to the back row.

After waiting for a while, more people in the car started. The departure time was also up.

The bus started and left in line with other vehicles leaving the park.

The old man next to Sheng Yao seemed to have a needle under his butt, and sat stiffly for twenty minutes, then suddenly spoke to Sheng Yao: "Young man, who are you going to visit the grave?"

Sheng Yao was stunned and replied, "Sweep the graves for my grandparents."

"Oh..." The old man responded awkwardly, and then remained silent for a while, "Are you going to visit your grandparents alone?"

"Yes." Sheng Yao replied, remembering Bai Xiao's expression at that time.

"What about your parents?" The old man carefully observed Sheng Yao's expression.

Sheng Yao looked at the old man and suddenly realized something was wrong.

Only then did he realize that the bus back was very quiet. When the old men and women came in the back seat, they seemed to be children on spring outings, but now they seemed to be immersed in the grief of losing their loved ones, and they were sitting in silence. But their eyes would fall on him from time to time.

Sheng Yao could feel the gaze that seemed to be substantial. Those gazes were like the old man beside him. He moved his body uncomfortably.

"My parents didn't come."

As he answered this, he remembered the black name on his grandparents' tombstone.

He moved his body even more significantly and changed his seating position.
To be continued...