The demolition plan for the Martyrs Cemetery is imperative. Han Shu accompanied Ju Nian to climb the steps again many years later.

Ju Nian held a handful of wild flowers picked on the roadside in her hand, and pulled the white single-layer petals while walking.

Han Shu thought of something she had just mentioned to her, and she felt a little suspicious, and she was even more worried that she would use such a terrible way to determine her answer.

He walked to the end of the steps in a restless manner and stood under the pomegranate tree. He remembered the "hs&jn" engraved on the back of the trunk. He still didn't understand whether the person who carved these traces was her, and whether the "hs&jn" inside meant both of them. He thought it was, but it seemed that it shouldn't be. So he simply ignored it and found that his way of thinking began to become similar to her. Instead of being confused, it was better to believe the answer he wanted.

But he still couldn't learn how to learn that she was not anxious and was not anxious. He pretended to look at the scenery for a long time, but couldn't help but cough a few times, "Hey... the thing I told you just now was what I said before coming up... How was it... Tsk, whether to die or live and enjoy it... You can at least squeak..."

Year of the Orange, "Squeak..."

Before Han Shu got angry, she gathered all the petals in her hands and spread them open.

They stood high, and the wind quickly blew the petals under the steps, which was another good weather he liked.

Ju Nian said: "My answer? Han Shu, someone said to me that there are two things in the world: one is the past and the other is the flying flower rain." She pointed to the last petal that fluttered away from her hand with the wind.

"Can you catch them back?"

Han Shu was stunned, "Why didn't you say it earlier! You are not allowed to regret it!" He hurriedly chased the petals that were getting farther and farther away, and his voice came back from the steps, "As long as you want, you can do anything."

When only Ju Nian was left, she heard the pomegranate tree behind her whirling in the wind. She turned around and the little monk in a wide white shirt stood under the tree, his eyebrows were sparse, just like those in the past.

Ju Nian said: "I know you will come to see me one day. You are still like that, Wu Yu, but I am getting older."

Wu Yuhui smiled brightly with Ju Nian. He looked at her for the first time in twelve years and opened his eyes.

The cheeks of Ju Nian were covered with tears.
Chapter completed!