Chapter 1

Mid-mountain Cemetery

Before a brand-new tombstone

Dozens of people stood here quietly, covered with darkness, which was magnificent.

But only four people stood in the front position.

The rest of the people can only line behind honestly, and they dare not overbehave at all.

There was a faint cry around, which was not big and seemed a little perfunctory.

"Don't cry."

At this time, an old man standing in the middle of the first row suddenly made a sound.

The voice is inevitably old, but it is full of breath and still loud.

The cry stopped in an instant.

After everything returned to quiet, the old man continued to say,

"They hasn't come yet?"

The man standing on the right subconsciously pushed the gold-framed glasses off the bridge of his nose, flipped his wrist and looked at the watch. Then he nodded and replied warmly.

"It depends on the time. It should be almost enough."

While the two were talking, a rustle suddenly came behind them.

Hearing this, everyone turned around and saw that the crowd began from the farthest place, gradually splitting into two parts and giving way out of the middle.

A handsome man in a black suit with a grumpy face was protecting a girl and came over.

The girl has a slender and tall figure, long hair and waist, and an elegant black skirt.

She also wore a heavy black thick-frame glasses on her face, covering a pair of eyebrow details, but she could not cover her overly beautifulness at all.

The whole person looked gentle and quiet in the past. Even if he couldn't see her face clearly, he was still particularly pitiful.

"Qingcheng, come here."

Seeing her, the old man's eyes softened a little in an instant.

Even the tone softened a little, revealing a rare spoiling.

A group of people muttered secretly.

"This girl is"

"Well, Mu Qingcheng, the fifth sister of the Mu family."

"Is that the legendary five sister?"

"Isn't it that I can't say it back?"

"After all, it's my own father who died. It's logical."

"Oh, just don't mean drunken people"

Looking back all kinds of criticisms, Mu Qingcheng lowered her eyebrows, but walked quietly and walked forward carefully.

At this time, the tall man beside him bent down slightly and whispered.

"Don't be afraid, Qingcheng. Third Brother will accompany you."

"Well,"

Mu Qingcheng nodded, looking particularly obedient and soft.

When she got to the front, Mu Qingcheng stood beside the old man as she deserved.

The four men standing on both sides immediately went back and gave way to the spacious distance.

She turned around a little and shouted respectfully.

"Grandpa,"

"Well, good boy, give incense to your father."

"Yes."

Today is her father's funeral.

The man with terminal illness came the day after her mother's car accident because of oversadness or uneasiness.

After five full years, he was finally taken away by death and took away freedom in the world.

At this moment, Mu Qingcheng's mind is empty, and there is nothing.

No sadness, no happiness.

Even his appearance is blurred.

Because there has never been a character like "father" throughout her childhood.

At present, after inserting three columns of incense firmly into the incense burner, Mu Qingcheng looked at the photos on the tombstone and frowned slightly.

At the same time, a spout of numbness suddenly surged in her right ear.

"Cough"

Mu Qingcheng covered her mouth and coughed gently, and tapped her ear bones quietly.

"Boss, the target appears!"

"Well!"

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