• In early April, approaching the Qingming Festival, it rained more or less all over the country, and Binjiang City in the south was no exception.
• 　　Spring is getting stronger, and the temperature begins to rise sharply. Coupled with this rainy and rainy weather, people feel that they are hot and stuffy, and they can even reasonably suspect that they can get moldy in place at any time.
• 　　Luo Nanqiu and Jiang Mo returned to Binjiang City after successfully graduating from their doctorates, and each took over the family business. After spending more than half a year researching the things they wanted to manage thoroughly, they were not so Busy, I hired a few professional managers to help take care of some branches, and finally ended up with a relatively leisurely life.
• The company managed by the two was operating in an orderly manner, and from time to time they could visit (yue hui) on the grounds of discussing cooperation, and even jointly set up a private enterprise when they were bored. In the past, the group of people in Class A also participated in the work one after another. Some people started their own businesses, some people became executives of a company, some people became lawyers, some people became doctors, and some people... By accident, they found out that Brother Jiang or Brother Qiu had become their immediate bosses.
• 　　... I don't know if this is fate or fate.
• 　　But even so, it can not stop their enthusiasm to hold a classmate reunion every year. It's just that whenever they talk about their current situation, the conversation always turns into this:
• 　　XX: "I am now the legal director of XX Group."
• 　　× × ×: "I am in the same company as × ×."
• 　　Luo Nanqiu/Jiang Mo: "... I'm their boss."
• 　　"..."
• 　　It's okay, as long as you're not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.
• 　　On the night of April 2, after work, the two of them nestled on the sofa in the living room and watched a movie together. Luo Nanqiu was in charge of being the human flesh cushion, while Jiang Mo leaned on the human flesh cushion, gorgeously hugging Comrade Iron Egg, the fat cat who was dozing off.
• 　　It was quiet, just the rain against the windows, the air conditioning, and then the sound of the TV -- not too loud, audible.
• 　　"Qingming holiday, do you have any plans?" Luo Nanqiu's restless claws stroked Jiang Mo's head and stroked his soft black hair.
• 　　"I don't have any plans, I'm going to sweep a tomb on Qingming Festival." Jiang Mo didn't move, and let him play with it, "If you mess it up, you can sleep on the sofa tonight."
• 　　Luo Nanqiu, who didn't want to sleep on the sofa, silently pulled his claws away and wrapped his neck around Xu Xu instead. "Are you going to sweep your mother's grave?"
• 　　"Hmm."
• 　　"Which cemetery?"
• 　　"Ling'an Cemetery on the outskirts of the city." Jiang Mo said, "Do you want to go with me? You don't seem to have seen her yet."
• 　　"Go." Luo Nanqiu agreed without hesitation, "I just happened to take you to see my grandpa - he was also buried in Ling'an."
• 　　"Okay."
• 　　Two days later.
• 　　Jiang Mo and Luo Nanqiu drove to Ling'an Cemetery wearing thin black shirts and black trousers.
• 　　The rain was still falling, and they held a black umbrella together, each holding a bunch of white daisies, and walked through the puddled trails.
• 　　"I haven't been here during Qingming for several years." Jiang Mo suddenly said.
• 　　"I've never come on Qingming before," Luo Nanqiu said lightly. "I only come on the day of death every year."
• 　　Jiang Mo didn't speak anymore and brought him to a tombstone.
• 　　The young woman in the photo in the center of the tombstone is smiling like a flower, gentle and kind but forever frozen framed in this black and white photo. Careful comparison can also show that his eyebrows are very similar to Jiang Mo's.
• "Is this your mother's tomb?" Luo Nanqiu asked in surprise.
• 　　"Yes, what's wrong?" Jiang Mo bent down and gently placed the bunch of white daisies in his arms on the small platform in front of the tombstone, then stood up and asked.
• 　　Luo Nanqiu gently grabbed his wrist and pulled him to another tomb next to this tomb: "This is my grandfather's tomb."
• 　　Jiang Mo's face also flashed with a hint of consternation: "It's a bit of a coincidence."
• 　　"Well, it's quite a coincidence." Luo Nanqiu also put his flowers in front of the tombstone.
• 　　"They... are in-laws now?"
• 　　"Yes." Manager Luo, who believed in metaphysics, summed it up seriously: "Maybe they will chat together often in heaven."
• 　　Jiang Mo's face was dull: "... Maybe."
• 　　"Come," Luo Nanqiu stretched out his left hand towards Jiang Mo.
• 　　Jiang Mo put his right hand on it and felt the warmth.
• 　　Luo Nanqiu led him to the center of the two tombs, and led him to bow deeply to the two tombstones.
• 　　- - The person next to me now is the person I will identify with for the rest of my life, and will not change again.
• 　　- May your spirits in heaven bless us.
• 　　"The rain has stopped," Luo Nanqiu put away the umbrella, Chong Jiang Mo showed a light smile, and at the same time clenched his hand: "Let's go, let's go home."
• 　　"Okay."
• (Qingming Festival Special Chapter, End)
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  qingyustarkey

  On the Qingming Festival, worship ancestors, cherish the memory of heroes
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  qingyustarkey

  They are in the spirit of heaven, they must all hope that the world can be better
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  jiangmo

  Rest in peace
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  luonanqiu

  Good way
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  Call for high-quality long-term reviews
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  qingyustarkey

  Don't forget to like the flowers in the clock
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