Hey! Leave my ex-boyfriends alone!

"Xiao Luo... Well, if Sister Xie was still here, you wouldn't have to... You wouldn't have to work so hard."

"Sometimes fate comes so unexpectedly. Sister Xie, such an honest and righteous person, passed away so early."

These words seemed to touch Aunt Li's sad spot. She wiped away her tears and picked up the remaining meat on the table.

"Xiao Luo, I know you and your grandma are both stubborn, but you must accept this meat. It's not fresh meat, and you're taking the college entrance exam now, so you need to replenish your nutrition. Don't be stupid and refuse it again."

"It's good that your grandma is gone. She will suffer less. She worked hard for most of her life, but ended up raising your unfilial mother..."

"Forget it, forget it. I won't say any more. Just leave now."

Xie Luo accepted the meat in silence, the words he wanted to refuse were stuck in his heart.

If it was money, she couldn't accept it.

But Xie Luo had no way of rejecting this kind of kindness.

Aunt Li herself was having a hard time, and her family had to support two college students and a husband who was difficult to get along with.

It is not easy for Aunt Li to open a shop alone.

Xie Luo put the meat into her schoolbag, and Aunt Li gave her the address and beer.

"Xiao Luo, you have to be well. Your grandma is most worried about you."

"Don't be fooled by her fierce appearance. She is actually very thoughtful."

"Now that she's gone, you should live a good life and make her feel at ease in her grave."

Aunt Li spoke to Xie Luo earnestly and then let her go.

It’s not that Aunt Li is a gossiper, but she is always afraid that Xie Luo can’t get over it.

She also heard about what happened at school. After all, it was a case of jumping off a building, so the news spread privately quite widely.

It would be a lie to say that she wasn't worried. If possible, Aunt Li would be eager to talk things out.

But it's difficult.

Xie Luo's personality is very similar to her grandmother's. They are both stubborn and keep things to themselves. Even something as terrifying as jumping off a building, Xie Luo can do it without saying a word.

But no matter how anxious Aunt Li was, she couldn't help Xie Luo at all. She could only comfort her more.

Every family has its own problems. There are very few truly perfect families. There will be difficulties and regrets to a greater or lesser extent.

Aunt Li wanted to help, but she was unable to do so.

Xie Luo naturally understood this truth.

But she was already very grateful to Aunt Li because she had taken good care of her after her grandmother passed away.

If it weren't for her constant comfort, Xie Luo might have really gotten angry and followed her.

Ten minutes later, Xie Luo walked to the outside of the cemetery in the suburbs and found that there were still people inside.

The lights in the cemetery are on at night, but people will be driven out, so I don’t know how that person managed to stay.

When he got closer and took a look, Xie Luo was shocked. Wasn't that Ye Qi from this afternoon?

Could it be that he never went back?

The girl, carrying a schoolbag and holding a beer in her hand, slowly approached the boy.

When Ye Qi saw her clearly again, there was a brief pause on his face, and then he took the wine from her hand.

He opened a bottle and drank it all in one gulp.

The girl just looked at him quietly, her expression not changing at all.

But she didn't leave either.

"To be honest, I may not quite understand one thing."

“… ….”

"When your mother was alive, did she know that you loved drinking so much?"

"... ...roll."

Ye Qi's eyes were a little red and swollen. He subconsciously felt a little irritated and threw the beer bottle in his hand to Xie Luo's feet.

Xie Luo was not afraid of him, but took a step forward.

Xie Luo should actually leave now, but Aunt Li's words lingered in her mind. Looking at Ye Qi's unreliable look, she felt some sympathy.

The pain of losing a loved one may be connected at this moment.

The boy's face turned red from drinking, and he was clearly a little tipsy.

Ye Qi, like his mother, gets red in the face easily after drinking. Now, he only drank a bottle of beer, but his face was already extremely red.

The wind blew through the girl's hair. She was very beautiful. Even her simple school uniform and terrible hairstyle could not hide her aura.

With a "clang", she crushed the tin can and picked it up.

"I don't know about the relationship between you and your mother, because I have never had the love of my mother since I was a child. But since you love her, she should love you very much too, right?"

"In that case, if you drink here, it will only make her worry about you."

"Go away! Mind your own business! I don't need you to say this!"

Ye Qi just looked at her coldly, his defensiveness and distance still intact.

A gust of wind blew, and a newspaper that came from nowhere was blown onto Ye Qi's back.

“… ….”

Xie Luo put the beer can into his schoolbag, then, as if thinking of something, he raised his eyes and chuckled softly.

"You see, your mother also wants you to go back and rest earlier."

"She turned a blanket into something for you. She must be really worried about you."

"She might be right here, hugging you through the newspaper."

The second half of Xie Luo's voice was a little hoarse, but Ye Qi, who was drunk, didn't hear it. He just thought that the wind was too loud and blew away the words Xie Luo wanted to say.

"I heard that if a loved one has a strong obsession after death, they will not leave. They will stay in the world and silently protect the person they care about."

"Go back. If you can't save her from death, at least don't make her worry any more."

She didn't know whether she was talking to herself or Ye Qi.

Perhaps only Xie Luo himself could hear the emotions at that time more clearly.

There was no sound of wind in her ears, only silence.

Xie Luo left, leaving Ye Qi alone holding another can of beer.

“… ….”

No one has ever told Ye Qi these great truths, not even a single person.

Ever since his mother passed away, he seemed to have become a floating duckweed, with no one to rely on.

Because Ye Qi is rebellious and loves to fight, his followers would not say these things to him. They would just blindly praise him and call him Brother Ye.

Ye Hua's whole attention was on his little lover, and he didn't care about him at all.

He has come this far from the age of nine, relying on his own tenacious vitality and his status as the only son of the Ye family.

Ye Hua also suffered retribution for his indifference. A few years after his mother's death, he suffered from some shameful male disease and could no longer have children.

So no matter how much he hated his son, he couldn't ignore Ye Qi.

The Ye family only has and will only have Ye Qi's bloodline in the future.

"Childish, how can someone still believe those words to comfort a child?"

Ye Qi put the beer back in his bottle, folded the newspaper, stood up, and whispered good night to the grave.

That goodnight was very light, but it still tore a hole in his heart.