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The cemetery Shelley chose for He Yi'an was on a hillside with a beautiful view, in the same cemetery as the famous Belgian painter, and the surroundings were very secluded.
After arriving at the cemetery, Shelley came to He Yi'an's tomb and presented a white rose.
The white rose swayed slowly with the breeze blowing from the mountains, its soft petals trembling in the wind, Shelley leaned over and placed the rose in front of He Yi'an's grave with gentle eyes.
Looking at the photo of He Yi'an on the tombstone, Shelley squatted down, and gently stroked the photo of He Yi'an.
"Before I knew it, it had been almost two years."
"Since you left, I don't feel that only two years have passed, but a lifetime has passed."
Shelley's eyes fell on He Yi'an's photo, his gaze was like water, and there was a small reflection of He Yi'an's photo in it.
He Yi'an had an accident after attending Hua Jin and He Ling's wedding. On the night after attending the wedding, He Yi'an drove out by himself to look for scenery materials.
For an hour, He Yi'an didn't come back.
For two hours, He Yi'an still didn't come back.
Every call Shelley made to him showed that the phone was turned off.
He quickly sent people out to look for it, and when he found the accident scene, it was already eight hours away from He Yi'an.
The guardrail was knocked open, and in the river below, the vehicle that He Yi'an was driving when he went out was found.
The vehicle had been burned, and the police found some burnt bones in a nearby river bed, which were found to belong to a man after inspection.
As for other information, because it was destroyed by the fire, it is difficult to distinguish it.
After overnight analysis by the police, it was found that after the vehicle hit the guardrail, gasoline leaked and caused an explosion, and the shock wave of the explosion pushed the vehicle into the river.
Except for those few bones, no human remains could be found, as if everything had been burnt clean.
Even though Shelley didn't want to admit it anymore, He Yi'an had already fallen into the river with the burning car.
The river is vast, and he will never see He Yi'an again.
Shelley stood in front of He Yi'an's tomb. Two years had passed, and he seemed to have lost sight of the years, not being surprised by honor or disgrace.
He Yi'an didn't leave any remains behind, so in this tomb, only a ring that He Yi'an often wears is buried.
The ring is a plain ring, which is often worn on his beautiful finger.
Of course, this ring has a greater meaning to the two of them.
The ring was found from the sediment at the bottom of the river, and it had been deformed by the explosion.
He Yi'an bent down, and gently wiped off the dust on He Yi'an's tombstone with a handkerchief bit by bit.
He put the dusty handkerchief in his pocket indifferently, with a smile in his eyes, he patted the top of He Yi'an's head lightly, as if he was patting his head.
"I am leaving."
After saying all this, Shelley turned around and left the cemetery. The moment he left the cemetery, he finally looked back at the tombstone standing on the green grass.
There is a black and white photo of He Yi'an on the tombstone.
He seemed to be able to see He Yi'an's phantom, standing in front of the tomb and looking at him tenderly.
"Don't give it away."
Shelley smiled into the void, as if talking to a hospitable friend.
After he left the cemetery, when he saw the men who came up to him, his face suddenly became serious, as if the tenderness just now was just an illusion. He was originally a piece of ice, which never melted.
"The patriarch, one of the warehouses in the family, was raided by the police."
The atmosphere around Shelley was even colder, and he glanced sharply at his subordinates.
Subconsciously, he took a step back, but he still had to explain: "Patriarch, it's not that we are not doing well, but that the location of the warehouse has been leaked."
Shelley said coldly: "I have been arresting the ghosts for nearly two months, and I have arrested more than 20 people in total. Now you are telling me that the location has been leaked?"
"It's all about what to eat, and I have to deal with it myself!"
After Shelley got into the car, the driver drove in the direction of the police station.
He sat on the back seat and glanced at the smaller and smaller hillside in the distance.
It was not until the hillside disappeared from his vision that Shelley looked away.
Also withdrew his little soft-heartedness and tenderness-
? In Beiguo, which is next to Biguo, there is snow all year round. You can see itThere is only one piece of white flowers left.
He Yi'an made a cup of hot cocoa, wore a warm sweater, and read a book in front of the fireplace.
When he raised his arm, the sleeve slid down a little, exposing He Yi'an's wrist.
The once smooth wrist was now covered with burn marks.
The gentle and jade-like man is like a precious jade with a slight blemish, and the wind blows the dust, which will subconsciously attract people to sigh.
He Yi'an didn't pay the price when he feigned death and left.
He tried to integrate into Shelley's life, but after all he couldn't.
And it was impossible for Shelley to let him go, so He Yi'an could only think of this way, designing a car accident to let He Yi'an's identity leave the world.
For two years, he did not return home once.
Shelley's search still hasn't stopped, if He Yi'an didn't know that the feigned death scene he arranged was perfect, otherwise he would doubt whether Shelley knew that he didn't die.
Go ahead and wait.
Shelley no longer runs a gallery anymore, but just paints all day in the hut.
In terms of money, he would use paintings to barter with the locals.
The walls of the neighbor's house are covered with colorful paintings, and although He Yi'an's life is a bit tight, it is much happier than the prosperous life in the past.
"Mr. He, you have a letter here!"
The postman is a young boy who was pushed by his father to work during the holidays. He can earn some extra money every day by delivering couriers and letters.
He Yi'an casually put on a coat and braved the wind and snow to come outside the house. While picking up the letter, he said to the boy who hadn't gone too far, "Thank you, Anthony."
Anthony was blond and blue-eyed. He just entered the first year of high school this year. After hearing He Yi'an's yell, he turned around and waved enthusiastically.
"It's okay, Mr. He."
With that said, Anthony rode his bicycle away.
Only then did He Yi'an lower his head, looking at He Yihan's name on the envelope, his expression became happy.
He hurried back to the living room, and couldn't wait to open the envelope.
Inside the envelope was the recent situation of the He family that He Yihan had sent him, as well as a piece of fabric that she personally selected.
He Yi'an read the whole letter with a smile, took a piece of letter paper from the side, and wrote down his recent situation and his opinion on the piece of fabric.
[I believe that your performance this season will be improved to a higher level, so don't be too stressed. ¡¿
At the end of writing, He Yi'an took two pine branches that he had prepared earlier from the side, and put them in the envelope.
[This is a gift for the family, just insert the vase in the entrance for me. ¡¿
Although he couldn't tell his family that he was alive, if Song Zhi could accompany them instead of him, he would feel a little more at ease. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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