Lu Jingchi had no reaction and stood calmly without even blinking his eyes.

Instead, Jiang Lan was anxious. She hurried forward, grabbed Pei Qingsheng's arm, and shook her head at him.

Pei Qingsheng stared at her panicked gaze, and a thick sarcasm rose from the corner of her mouth.

"What did you find?" Lu Jingchi suddenly asked.

Pei Qing looked at him coldly, "Why should I tell you?"

Lu Jingchi raised his hand and pushed away his dagger, "It's getting dark, let's end soon."

Pei Qingsheng felt like he punched the cotton. He angrily put away the knife and pulled Jiang Lan over with his back hand.

Jiang Lan staggered in front of the tombstone. She looked at the photos on the tombstone. She felt an indescribable feeling at this moment than she was stranger.

A stuffy chest.

Lu Jingchi looked at the backs of the two of them, and he silently turned around and walked away a little.

He came to the pavilion not far away, leaned on the pillar, and lit a cigarette thoughtfully.

Pei Qingsheng picked up the paper money on the ground and lit it, half-kneeled on the ground, and placed the paper money in front of the tombstone.

While throwing paper in, he whispered, "Come and kneel."

Jiang Lan frowned and looked at him with confusion.

But Pei Qingsheng focused on burning paper money and did not look at her.

He said: "Don't you recognize words? Look at the names on the tombstone."

Hearing his words, Jiang Lan noticed the inscription on the tombstone, one was named Qin Yingran and the other was named Jiang Shuo.

River......

Jiang Lan suddenly widened his eyes and had to take a closer look at the man's photos. He vaguely found a familiar smell between the man's eyebrows and eyes.

Her breathing became more rapid.

This is......

Could this be...

A terrible thought arose in Jiang Lan's heart. She suddenly looked at Pei Qingsheng, hoping to confirm it from his mouth.

Pei Qingsheng was quietly burning paper money, and the burning paper scraps slowly took off, swelling in the dark air. The blue smoke from the flames made Jiang Lan's eyes sore.

In an instant, Jiang Lan fell to the ground weakly as if all his strength had been drained.

He arrived at the Lu family at the age of five.

She was always looking forward to her parents finding herself and looking forward to going home. She thought that one day, her parents would find herself.

She always thought she still had a home and there were still many people waiting for her at home.

But now, Pei Qingsheng told her that the person buried in this cold soil was her parents.

It turns out...she has no home.

Pei Qingsheng said: "Originally, I wanted you to remember it yourself, to see you regretful, and to pay the price for your life over the years."

He laughed, "You are fine. Not only did you remember nothing, but you forget it faster and faster."

"Forget it, I can't count on you anyway."

"Who told me to owe you to the Jiang family."

Jiang Lan sat on the ground blankly, listening to his words, and burst into tears.

She couldn't understand Pei Qingsheng's words, but only knew that she had no home, and the home she longed for and the parents she longed for were all gone.

All the expectations and hopes were all in the confetti in front of me, and they became dreams.

Pei Qingsheng had completely calmed down. He threw the paper money slowly, and suddenly, his arm was grabbed by a pair of hands.

He paused slightly and looked at Jiang Lan.

She looked at Pei Qingsheng with tears in her face, as if she wanted to carve his appearance into her bones to distinguish his identity.
Chapter completed!