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Xiang Mingyue: "If you can let it go, why don't you burn this painting as well?"

The old man looked at the scroll in Xiang Mingyue's hand, and after a long while he said, "Nothing can be saved in the first place, so it doesn't matter whether it is burned or not, or whether it is saved or not."

In the end, Xiang Mingyue watched the old man burn to death while sitting at the table.

It feels weird, you know?

But she was helpless. The man was determined to die. She had tried to persuade him, but he still wanted to die. What else could she do?

Respect the fate of others.

So Xiang Mingyue watched the old man's funeral alone. He was burned to death and buried in this cemetery.

But he was not as lucky as Mingyue, who preserved his spirit. After his death, he really had nothing.

At the old man's funeral, the old man who had been there once and was dressed extraordinary also came. He stood in front of the lame old man's grave, silently shed a tear, but wiped it away immediately.

It's obvious that he is a superior. Even if he is sad or crying, he can calm down immediately.

Xiang Mingyue thought of the scroll left by the lame old man, and wondered how to give it to the old man.

Until the man drove away, she still hadn't found a suitable opportunity to give the old man a chance.

Xiang Mingyue, a bachelor, thought that maybe he would come to pay tribute to the lame old man during the Qingming Festival next year!

But Xiang Mingyue didn’t have to wait until next Qingming Festival, because the old man came that night.

He got out of the car, holding a jar of wine in his hand, and said to the bodyguard and driver behind him: "Let's go! Come back tomorrow morning."

The bodyguard and the driver may have followed the old man for a long time. They didn't say anything, nodded obediently, and drove away.

The old man carried the jar of wine to the lame old man's grave and stood there for a long time before he opened the jar. He took a sip and started coughing, as if he was going to cough out his lungs.

I looked at Mingyue from afar and didn't disturb her while she was reminiscing about the past with her old friend.

Are we friends?

should be.

Although they were unwelcome and spoke harshly to each other, it was obvious that they all had stories. They might have been friends in the past, but perhaps because of certain things, they had disagreements and no longer had any contact.

Xiang Mingyue thought so.

Now that people are dead, the things that caused them to stop interacting with each other in life no longer matter.

The old man finally stopped coughing, and some wine was poured in front of the old man and the other two old graves.

The old man put the few remaining wine jars on the ground and turned away.

Xiang Mingyue went back and picked up the scroll, wanting to catch up with the old man and give the painting to him, but she saw the old man smashing the lock on the door of the lame old man's bungalow.

To the bright moon...

What is this going to do?

But no matter what he wanted to do, judging from his appearance, he was bound to enter the room. Xiang Mingyue flashed into the room, opened the painting of ancient palace night banquet, hung it on the most conspicuous black wall in the room, and then floated out of the room.

At this time, the wooden door that had been burned once was kicked open. The old man probably couldn't break the lock, so he kicked the door directly. The wooden door was not strong either, and was kicked open by the old man in just a few seconds.

By the time he kicked it open, he was already exhausted and out of breath.

Pushing the door open, the old man walked in, and what caught his eye was the scroll painting that Xiang Mingyue had hung on the wall of the house.

The old man walked forward to look at it with joy, and stroked the scroll with great affection.

Then he laughed softly, then burst into laughter, and finally it turned into sobbing.

The old man sobbed, "Dead, all dead, all dead, haha..."

As the old man spoke, he burst into laughter again.

Xiang Mingyue looked out the window, puzzled, but did not bother him.