“This cemetery…”

Middle-aged man looks at the tombstone.

Although it is not his cemetery, it is also the cemetery next to his cemetery.

But when he was visiting the graves before, he never thought about seeing who the "neighbor" in his cemetery was.

They all left directly after scanning the tomb.

This is the first time he has carefully looked at the other party’s tombstone.

But then, he frowned slightly.

Is this family too careless?

Why are there dust on the tombstones?

It’s okay to forget it at other times, hasn’t Qingming just passed?

This family didn’t come to visit the grave during the Qingming Festival?

A little doubt arose in the middle-aged man's heart.

He looked at the photo in the center of the tombstone.

It was a picture of a young woman.

A gentle smile.

Gentle eyebrows and eyes.

It's in a great time.

He couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

I lost my life at such a young age, did I get seriously ill or something unexpected?

......

The tomb ghost placed the small flower basket in front of the tombstone.

Then he nodded with satisfaction.

The middle-aged man looked away from the photo on the tombstone, and the next second, his eyes paused, "Hey?"

He shouted in surprise, "Two small flower baskets?"

Then he smiled bitterly, "So this small flower basket is a tribute?"

"I'm so sorry."

He bent slightly towards the tombstone, "I don't know."

"I'm sorry for taking your tribute without authorization."

......

The tomb ghost took the small flower basket into his hand again and glared at the middle-aged man with some anger.

This small flower basket is its!

......

The middle-aged man looked at the flying small flower basket in amazement.

Words cannot.

After a while, he turned to look at the quiet young man beside him, "Student Xiao?"

The middle-aged man didn't ask anything, but Xiao Xiao already understood what he wanted to know.

"The tomb ghost said that this small flower basket belongs to it."

"It's not the owner of this tombstone."

“…”

The middle-aged man grew up his mouth and then responded dryly, "Oh."

"That's right."

"This little flower basket is from the tomb ghost."

He didn't see it. After his words fell, the tomb ghost nodded seriously.

......

Xiao Xiao couldn't help laughing.

"The two small flower baskets are exactly the same."

The middle-aged man looked at the small flower basket in the air, then at the small flower basket in front of the tombstone, and murmured.

The tomb ghost paused.

It lowered its eyes toward the small flower basket in front of the tombstone.

That's of course.
Chapter completed!