Chapter 18

The next day, the cemetery.

Liang qiange asked the administrator to check for a long time before he found the location of his parents' graveyard.

She has never been here, and Meng Kexun has not been here for a long time.

Standing in front of the two gray tombstones, looking at the two completely strange photos above, Liang qiange squatted down and dusted the dust with a paper towel. When it was almost cleaned up, he put down the flowers he had brought.

She has never met Liang's parents. They died unexpectedly when Meng Kexun was 18, that is, six years ago.

What kind of accident, Liang qiange heard, seems to be related to the factory fire, but after a long time, there are too few people concerned about this matter, and she can't grasp more useful information.

This is Liang qiange's first visit to his parents.

She has been abroad for the past five years, and she has taken care of the translator who has been informed of her critical illness for several times.

Liang qiange looked at the two photos on the tombstone. Her parents were thick eyebrows and big eyes, and their facial features were upright. Liang qiange couldn't imagine her life with them. She just regretted that she didn't meet them when they were still alive.

As a real family, she didn't even have a picture with them.

With a sigh, Liang qiange sat beside him, thinking of some things in his heart, but he did not know how to tell the two in the tomb.

Meng Kexun is aggressive, and with that calculation five years ago, she didn't intend to calm down when she came back this time.

But she didn't know if she would blame Meng Kexun as her parents who had raised her daughter for 18 years.

After all, in the eyes of their parents, Meng Kexun is their own daughter.

Liang qiange sat in the cemetery for an hour, chatting intermittently with the people in the tomb. Finally, she promised, "next time I come back, I will bring a translator to see you. He is your grandson."

Standing up from the ground, patting the ashes on his body, Liang qiange returns to the original road.

When she passed the administrative office, she went up and transferred a sum of money in the identity of Liang's daughter. She entrusted the management office to offer sacrifices for her regularly and clean up weeds near the tombstone.

When the administrator saw that her registered kinship was "daughter", he looked at Liang qiange's face and suddenly said, "are you Liang Kexun?"

He was stunned and puzzled.

The administrator rummaged through the drawer, found an envelope and handed it to her: "it was left by someone who came to worship them six years ago and said it was for the couple's daughter. However, whether it's life taboo, death taboo, Qingming Festival or Spring Festival, you've never been here, so the letter has been left here."

Liang qiange took the envelope and saw that the envelope had become very dirty, with the words "Liang Kexun received" written on it. Her eyebrows were tightly twisted.

The administrator did not know whether intentionally or unintentionally said: "the dead have a spirit. Even if they don't come often, they can still come here to pay homage and protect themselves during the holidays."

Liang qiange didn't expect Meng Kexun to be so heartless. For six years, she didn't come to see her parents once.

She said thanks to the administrator, took the letter and left.

Sitting on his own white Beetle Car, Liang qiange calmed down for a moment before tearing open the envelope.

There was only one line in the letter, which said - Yang Ting: 134xxxxxx.

It's a string of phone numbers.

Liang qiange pursed his lips, picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number.

This is a phone call left six years ago. After so long, it may not be possible to get through.

Unexpectedly, the phone was able to get through and someone answered.

After the phone was connected, there was a thick man's voice: "Hello -"

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