The grass is luxuriant and the trees are shady.

In the beautiful cemetery, Chen Liang held a bunch of lilies in his hand. He looked calm, but he didn\'t know what it was like in his heart.

Next to him, Xiao Meishu was wearing a solemn long black dress, which was properly cut and perfectly displayed her graceful figure through the curve.

Clouds of long black hair tied together, a black hat covered her forehead, and even her hands were wearing black gloves.

She is completely black and has a full sense of ceremony. Walking in the park with many tombstones, if she doesn\'t have a male partner around her, I\'m afraid anyone will think she is a poor and loyal woman.

Of course, no matter what he thinks, at least Chen Liang deliberately put on a black suit today to show his respect for the dead.

As for what the dead will think of him under the spring... That\'s not what he can decide.

Today is not a beautiful day, but the weather is pretty good. It\'s cloudy with a breeze, which makes people feel comfortable.

Chen Liang followed Xiao Meishu to a tombstone.

Although he was a hero, Jiang Xun\'s tomb was no different from other tombstones in the cemetery.

Chen Liang subconsciously looked at the black-and-white photo on the tombstone.

The national character face is in his thirties. His facial features are correct, and his eyes are firm and divine. He is not very handsome. Of course, he is not ugly. He can only say that his appearance is not consistent with his deeds and experience.

Hanging here, there is no such arrogant momentum of life and death.

"Do you think you\'re not as handsome as you?"

Xiao Meishu whispered and looked at the tombstone.

In fact, sometimes death is not terrible, because when you die a hundred times and lie in a ten foot square soil, any disturbance will have nothing to do with yourself.

Hard work will only be living people.

"Men are not women, and their looks are not important at all. Although Mr. Jiang died young, his achievements have been enough for 19% of men in the world."

Chen Liangdao.

To be honest, it was the first time he saw a picture of Jiang Xun, which was different from what he thought, but it seemed that the other party should look like this.

Xiao Meishu smiled, took the lily from Chen Liang with her gloved hand, stepped forward, bent over and put it in front of the tomb.

Her long skirt was originally compact. With such a bend, the long skirt was tight, making the package more fit.

It was just like a layer of cloth pasted on Xiao Meishu, showing a thrilling fluctuation from waist to hip.

Even the plump and round hip shape was exposed to Chen Liang\'s eyes at a glance.

If in other places, Chen Liang may not mind having his eyes full, but where is this?

The tomb of his late husband is in front of him.

Although he didn\'t believe in ghosts and gods, Chen Liang still had the basic ethics of being a man. He quickly moved his eyes and tried to look at the tombstone.

According to the time recorded on the tombstone, Jiang Xun died four years ago, while Xiao Meishu is twenty-seven today.

In other words, when Xiao Meishu was 23, Jiang Xun died.

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One year younger than I am now.

Many people have just graduated from college at this age.

"Miss Xiao, how do you know Mr. Jiang?"

I don\'t know if it\'s self deception. Chen Liang, who has rarely called Xiao Meishu so politely, called Miss Xiao as he had just met.

Xiao Meishu, who stood up straight, turned back with a smile and asked meaningfully, "what do you call me?"

Chen Liang coughed softly. Although there was no ghost in his heart, he was more or less uncomfortable standing here.

"One day, when I was still working in the hotel, I met him for dinner. A man drank too much and molested me through alcohol. He helped me solve the siege."

It seemed that she also saw his embarrassment. Xiao Meishu didn\'t embarrass him too much. She turned her head again and looked at the tombstone.

"Heroes save beauty?"

Chen Liang said with a smile, "it was a wonderful encounter."

"The man who molested me was his friend."

Xiao Meishu added.

Chen Liang\'s smile suddenly solidified and touched his nose. For a moment, he had nothing to say.

"In fact, I\'m very grateful to him. If it weren\'t for him, I might be just a small reception in the hotel."

Xiao Meishu turned her back to Chen Liang. Her voice was neither sad nor happy. It was as gentle as the breeze.

In terms of time, Xiao Meishu was only 23 years old when Jiang Xun died. It must not be too long to get married with Jiang Xun.

It\'s impossible to say how deep their feelings are.

But Xiao Meishu hasn\'t looked for her again after so many years. She is already faithful.

From 23 to 27, this can be regarded as the best four years of a woman\'s life.

"You used to be a receptionist in a hotel?"

Chen Liang was a little surprised.

From the first time he delivered express to her, until now, he subconsciously felt that the other party was a scholar and a lady.

"Yes, I haven\'t even attended a serious University. I haven\'t studied in a junior college for two years."

Although this is not a scandal, it is not glorious, but Xiao Meishu doesn\'t seem to have any intention to hide, and tells her past very frankly.

Chen Liang was dumb, then shook his head and smiled.

It\'s really a hero. Don\'t ask the source.

If Xiao Meishu hadn\'t said it himself, he wouldn\'t have thought that this noble and elegant woman hadn\'t finished her junior college.

"After meeting him, I began to take some business classes and learn to do business. He changed my life."

Chen Liang looked at the tombstone.

"If Mr. Jiang has knowledge under the spring, he will be very proud to see that you have become so excellent now."

Ten years of trees, a hundred years of people.

But Jiang Xun only spent a short time to transform Xiao Meishu from a hotel reception to what she is now, which is enough to see her extraordinary ability.

At this point, Chen Liang is ashamed.

"He is very serious and won\'t praise people easily, but he\'s not as humorous as you."

Xiao Meishu smiled and couldn\'t hear the praise or criticism.

Chen Liang was silent.

At this time, footsteps sounded.

Chen Liangwen turned his head.

In the distance, I saw two figures coming together, a man and a woman, dressed the same, very solemn and solemn, and holding flowers in their hands. At a glance, I knew they were also coming to mourn the dead.

Chen Liang\'s five senses are far more than ordinary people. Although he is still far away at this time, he can see at a glance that the man is Zhu Guorui.

I wish Guorui would come. He was not surprised. After all, the other party also asked Xiao Meishu to sweep the grave together, but Xiao Meishu came early.

But the woman next to Zhu Guorui surprised Chen Liang.

If the shoulder is cut, the waist is like a promise. The neck is long and the neck is beautiful, and the bright quality is exposed.

Muscles like snow jade, lips like vermilion.

Isn\'t it the flower chief who paid him one million for the night in the pit of the hero tomb!

Why is she here?