Beisu Cemetery.

A very tall man had long stood in the rain. He held a large black umbrella and was independent and slender.

There is no light in the dark night sky, only the street lights on the cemetery roadside emit a light halo.

Qiao Sinian's car stopped not far away.

He also carried a big umbrella and walked into the rain and headed towards the cemetery.

There is only a lonely tomb around, standing quietly in place.

Qiao Sinian met Song Shaojun. Because he and Song Shaoyan were half-brothers, they were only partially similar in appearance.

Qiao Sinian's leather shoes were walking towards the tombstone in the rain.

The rain fell on the tombstone, solemn and dignified.

Perhaps because of hearing the footsteps, Song Shaojun turned his head and said, "Mr. Qiao."

"Mr. Song." Qiao Sinian greeted him politely.

Qiao Sinian placed the flowers in front of the tombstone, bowed respectfully, and his face was heavy.

On the tombstone is a photo of Song Shaoyan, who is young and handsome, with a gentle and gentle style.

However, his age will always be frozen at this age.

"Thank you, Mr. Qiao, for helping you book the tomb. The scenery here is nice, and my brother should like it." Song Shaojun's voice was hoarse and painful.

Although he is a half-brother, Song Shaojun always regards Song Shaoyan as his elder brother.

Although he has not seen it many times since he was a child, he still hopes that Song Shaoyan will be well.

It’s a pity that hope is always just hope.

Reality...is cruel.

"Don't thank me, I think it's the last thing I did for Shao Yan." Qiao Sinian said slowly, "He has helped me a lot at the time of the Qiao crisis."

"My brother went to South Africa to do business and didn't say hello to anyone. If I knew, maybe I would persuade him, but it was too late."

"The mines in Johannesburg are already mixed, and it is a pity that an accident happened." Josnian sighed.

The two men's low and hoarse voices fell into the rain, which made them look a little heavier.

The two of them said one sentence without another, and most of them were silent.

Perhaps, at this moment, silence is far more solemn than conversation.

Qiao Sinian looked at Song Shaoyan's photo and closed his eyes tiredly.

Unexpectedly, it was a farewell forever.

They all stood silently, tall and independent.

The rain fell on the umbrella and made a "click" and "click" sound, a long and short sound, like longing, endless.

At this moment, only Song Shaojun and Qiao Sinian were accompanying Song Shaoyan.

The sky was gloomy and there was no light in the sky for a long time.

"Master Qiao, I will accompany my brother, you can go back early." Song Shaojun said.

"I'll accompany Shao Yan again." Qiao Sinian did not leave. He saw the tired and tired look on Song Shaojun's face. He knew that Song Shaojun must have not been asleep all night.

Song Shaojun nodded without stopping.

He took out a box of cigarettes from his coat pocket and said, "Mr. Qiao, can you get one?"

"Yes." Qiao Sinian took it.

Men's emotions are not as turbulent as women, and they are more calm and rational.

But no matter how much reason you have, it cannot cover up the painful sadness in your eyes.

This farewell will be forever.

Song Shaojun lit a cigarette for Qiao Sinian and lit it for himself.

The smoke lingers in the cold wind.

The two men stood quietly, and neither of them broke the loneliness.

Sometimes when the wind blows, the treetops of the cemetery trees swing gently, alarming a bunch of birds.

With a "wow", the birds flew into the sky and soon disappeared.
Chapter completed!