----Chapter 220 Will be replaced---

Ye Lanzhi turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in a black suit looking at him unhappily.

"Uncle, I..." Ye Lanzhi's pale lips moved.

"Lanzhi, no matter what happened before, it has passed, and the dead have passed away. It would be meaningless to pursue the past years. Lanzhi, you are still young, and you don't understand some things now. When you reach my age, you can take some things lightly." The uncle looked at Ye Lanzhi with a serious expression.

"Xiaobian, give the umbrella in your hand to Lanzhi." Uncle gave a light command.

Xiao Bian neatly handed the umbrella in his hand to Ye Lanzhi.

Ye Lanzhi did not move at all.

Uncle saw Ye Lanzhi like this, sighed and signaled Xiaobian to give him the umbrella.

Uncle Yelanzhi stood in front of Yelanzhi, stuffed the handle of the umbrella into Yelanzhi's palm, and touched Yelanzhi's wet head with his dry hands.

"Lanzhi, be good, now that I am almost adult, I can't be so willful. Your grandma will no longer be there, and no one will protect you indiscriminately like her in the future."

After Uncle Yelanzhi finished speaking, he went down to Nanshan.

Ye Lanzhi seemed to have just reacted.

"Uncle, I...I...I...No..." Ye Lanzhi hurriedly wanted to explain, but there was no chance. His uncle had already walked a distance and could not hear Ye Lanzhi muttering to himself.

Ye Lanzhi looked at his uncle's back as he was leaving, and suddenly sat on the wet ground and started crying.

"I have forgiven my grandma long ago, I have forgiven her long ago. I didn't mean to forget this day, I'm not..."

Nightzhi sat on the ground and cried like a child.

All around were tombstones, and the sky gradually became darker.

Ye Lanzhi was still crying in a mess in front of his grandma's tombstone.

The gravekeeper shivered when he heard the miserable crying from the cemetery.

"There are no ghosts, but I have been here for almost 30 years and have never met anyone. Maybe it's because of the family members that are too sad. It's not easy to walk at night, and the family members of the deceased are not safe to go back. Forget it, I'd better go and have a look!"

The gravekeeper is old and walks very slowly. When it is late at night, it becomes darker.

When the old man saw the night sitting in front of the tombstone, his eyes shrank suddenly.

He hurriedly trotted to Ye Lanzhi's side and squatted down.

"I said, young man, go quickly. Nanshan Cemetery will not be allowed to come in after eight o'clock. It's now 7:30, so leave quickly."

Ye Lanzhi looked up at the shriveled old man in front of him.

The old man was anxious: "Young man, hurry up and leave. It's okay to see you tomorrow, otherwise it will be difficult to leave after 8 o'clock."

Seeing Ye Lanzhi still didn't respond, the old man gritted his teeth and said to himself: "Young man is sorry."

The old man directly helped Ye Lanzhi up.

It was difficult to walk around the night.

What’s strange is that Ye Lanzhi was dragged away by the old man.

Come out of Nanshan Cemetery.

The old man looked at the watch on his wrist and said in his heart: "Fortunately, there are still 10 minutes left before 8:00. By the way, this young man is really heavy."

The old man looked at Ye Lanzhi's unconsciousness and was not relieved that he went down the mountain like this. After thinking about it, the old man broadcasted a number.

The "beep" sounded three times, and the old man hung up.

The old man dialed out a string of numbers that were the same as before, and the phone rang three times again, and the old man hung up again.

In this way, the old man did this same behavior three times.

The fourth time, the phone only rang, and the other side finally connected.

"Pan Zi, I'm sorry to bother you so late."

"Uncle Li, it's okay, I'm not disturbing." The sound from the other side of the phone rang out, and there was a young voice. I could only hear the young voice directly denied the Second Company as soon as it came up.

"Well, Pan Zi, can you do Uncle Li a favor?" The old man was embarrassed.

"Uncle Li's business is mine. What's the problem? Uncle Li said, what's wrong with you? You always sleep very early." Pan Zi asked curiously.

The old man looked at him and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's just that the family of a deceased should have been hit too much. He is a little confused now. Pan Zi, you also know the rules of Nanshan Cemetery. After 8:00, living people are not allowed to enter." The old man looked embarrassed.

"Okay, I understand. I understand, Uncle Li, I'll come to Nanshan Cemetery now." Pan Zi's tone did not change at all.

The old man heard Pan Zi's voice not at all strange, and his hanging heart slowly lowered and exhaled.

Ten minutes later, Nanshan Cemetery.

"Pan Zi, I'll leave this family member to you. Do you know what to do?" The old man's voice was calm.

"Uncle Li, I understand."

The old man gave Pan Zi the unconscious night to confidence.

Pan Zi is tall and mighty, and it is very relaxing to lift his back at night.

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Suburban villas are brightly lit.

Wake up from the comfortable bed at night.

Looking at everything familiar around me, I was a little confused.

Is it not my own today...Where did I go today?...Why can't I remember it anymore, my voice is hoarse, what happened today?

At night, I can't figure it out.

"Cough, cough, cough..." What's wrong with me? I feel so dizzy, I feel uncomfortable and dizzy all over. I won't have a fever, right? But how could I have a fever? Ye Lanzhi thought.

I got out of bed at night and took out the thermometer from the medical box.

Ten minutes later, Ye Lanzhi took out the thermometer from his armpit and saw that it was 39 degrees.

Sure enough, I still had a fever, Ye Lan thought.

Ye Lanzhi took antipyretics and returned to the bed, lay down, covered himself with a quilt, and soon fell asleep.

It was late at night, but the villa was still brightly lit.

"Ah!" A scream came from Nanshan Cemetery.

On April 5, 2070, the weather was sunny.

Nanshan Park.

An elderly couple sat on benches in the park and snuggled up to each other. In front of them, there was a transparent blue panel, and the two young people on the panels showed seemed to be arguing about something.

Xinglin sighed: "Lanzhi, why did you think we were twisted when we were young?

They obviously like each other but don’t want to say it.”

"No, I can see your heart,

I confessed to you many times at that time.

But you are unwilling to accept it at all.”

Ye Lanyi looked aggrieved.

Xinglin quickly changed the topic, otherwise he would talk endlessly at night.

Xinglin pointed to the person on the panel and said, "This holographic projection is really good, and it directly restores our appearance back then."

"That's not, you don't even look at whose kid it made it?"

Ye Lanzhi quickly changed his face, full of pride.

"Haha, you're really panting when you say you're fat? It's all your credit!"

Xinglin whispered.

"No, that little bastard is our common contribution, and of course half of your contribution."

After saying that, Ye Lanzhi took off the leaves falling from Xinglin's shoulders.

"Xinglin, you said, how nice it would be if that didn't happen when we were young?"

Ye Lanzhi stared at the scene performed on the blue panel.

"Many brothers disappeared after that incident, and the holographic projection could only copy their appearance. It would be great if they were still there. Maybe we could still get together to play mahjong or something."

"At the end of the night, there are not so many ifs,

I still remember the first time we met.

If you didn't come to help me at that time, we might not have had any intersection.

I may have my lifelong trauma.

People who have not experienced campus violence will not understand it." Xinglin sighed long.

Never really empathize with it,
To be continued...