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Chapter 251 Young People Don’t Make Wishes Easily (1)

Twilight is sinking, and the showers are coming.

The gray clouds covered the original color of the sky, and the raindrops fell from the dark clouds like silk threads.

The atmosphere in the Haitang cemetery was solemn and dead. Rich businessmen in black suits and ladies in black dresses presented flowers to the deceased in an endless stream.

The old man on the tombstone is hale and hearty, his finely lined eyes curled up in small arcs, making him look a little kind.

The large black umbrella shields the pattering rain, and crystal drops of water fall on the black umbrella cloth. The water drops converge into water flows, and slide down along the curved arc of the umbrella ribs, forming water marks.

At the end of the dense crowd, stood a thin and tall figure.

The man was submerged in the crowd, and his melancholy and sad temperament was incompatible with the surrounding people.

It has to be said that the man has an excellent bone appearance.Pale face like paper, delicate and beautiful eyebrows, bright and clean tea-brown eyes, and moles of tears at the corners of the eyes are seductive and harmful.

Deliberately suppressed voices of discussion spread into the boy's numb brain in twos and threes...

"Master Ji left too suddenly..."

"Yeah, his grandson is still in college, right? I heard that he is studying jewelry design, not taking over the company."

"Master Ji's life is also hard. During the full moon, the Ji couple passed away in a plane crash. Now that he has just grown up, the old man passed away."

"It seems that the Ji family is about to change. Tell me, who will own such a huge Ji family?"

"Grandpa Ji has two sons. The eldest son is drunk and lying on the lap of a beautiful woman. He didn't even come to the funeral of the old man. He is an idiot and can't be counted on. It's his son..."

The speaker looked at the man in the straight suit at the front, and continued in a low voice: "After Ji's family, I'm afraid it will fall into the hands of Young Master Ji's cousin."

"I heard that Mr. Ji looks young, but in fact he has a lot of means. He arranged for the old man to manage his company in an orderly manner, and his performance is booming. After Ji's family, it is estimated that he will go to the next level .”

"Who said no!"

"Two grandsons, one is capable and capable, and the other is raised by himself. I don't know, in the old man's will, who will leave the Ji family's most valuable Star Studio?"

"Does it need to be said! It must be the young master who grew up in the palm of his hand!"

"Not necessarily..." The man lowered his voice even more, his eyes were full of indifference like watching a good show, "Master Ji doesn't have a capable helper around him, so it's not certain who will win the battle."

The other person gave that person a look full of deep meaning, and both of them comprehended and stopped talking.

The rain turned into a stream, pouring down from the sky, and the sky became darker.

The wealthy businessmen left with umbrellas, and the sound of the car engine starting up continued.

The bustling people in the cemetery slowly dispersed.

The well-meaning President Ji has already left to prepare for the mourning banquet in the evening, and the members of Ji's family have almost left.

The noisy discussions were covered by crackling raindrops, and the cemetery was completely quiet.

The drenched boy walked towards the tombstone with heavy steps. The black hair on his forehead was wet by the rain, and strands of it stuck to his forehead. There were crystal drops of water rolling down his thick and curly eyelashes, and his tea-brown eyes The water is full of light.

There was no trace of blood on the plump lips, his footsteps were flimsy, and his thin figure felt crumbling and broken in the torrential rain.

It seemed that it took all his strength to reach the tombstone. He knelt heavily on the ground, collapsed and bent his straight back, clutching his heart in pain, the sobbing of the little beast was drowned in the sound of the rain.

He raised his wet eyes, stretched out his trembling hand, and gently stroked the photo on the tombstone.

A hoarse voice escaped with difficulty from his throat.

"grandfather……"

"I shouldn't be going to summer camp..."

"If I stayed with you, you wouldn't..."

"You are in such good health, how could you suddenly have a cerebral hemorrhage?"

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have left you..."

The young man's tone was sad, his expression was ashen, and every sentence contained a strong depression.

"Young man, do you want to take revenge?" A voice as clear as a silver bell rang out amidst the noise of raindrops, with a drawn-out tone, revealing a sense of carelessness and laziness.

The young man quickly wiped the corners of his eyes, quickly suppressed the fragility and sadness on his face, and looked in the direction of the sound source.

Amidst the sound of heavy raindrops, the torrential water flowed down. The man was holding a long black umbrella, wearing a cute Lolita skirt, and his long milk tea-colored hair in French wavy curls was hanging down on his chest.

Sensing his gaze, the girl raised her umbrella, revealing that delicate doll-like face, her round green eyes curled into playful arcs, and her slender eyebrows were covered by slightly curled bangs.

"Who are you?" The boy stood up, his superior height allowed him to look down at the girl in front of him, but his thin figure also weakened his aura a lot.

The girl didn't approach him, nor did she look up at him, she just looked straight ahead, her eyes seemed to fall on him, or on the tombstone behind him.

She tilted her head, a playful look appeared on her innocent face.

"Who am I?" She licked her lips. The originally charming gesture was made by her, but it looked a little cute and soft.

"Young man, if you use your human words to describe me, I am probably the god of the cat clan."

The young man glanced at the girl quietly, then retracted his gaze lightly, with a touch of care and affection for the neurotic in his tone.

"Children, hurry home, this is not the place for you."

Seeing that the boy was about to turn around and continue to mourn the old man who passed away, the ease on the girl's face turned into anxiety.

Regardless of her noble and glamorous cat god image, she walked up to the boy with an umbrella, her sweet and soft voice brought a little impatience.

"I'm really a god, not a second child. I'm here to help you realize your wish."

The young man looked at the tombstone indifferently, not giving her any extra glances.

The girl was a little anxious, "How can you trust me?"

Only then did the young man give her a look, his clear eyes were gloomy, and his tone was also lifeless.

"If you are really a god, please let my grandpa come back to life."

The girl froze for a moment, with a slightly embarrassed expression on her face.

Without confidence, she avoided the boy's vaguely expectant eyes, and said in a loud voice: "People cannot be resurrected after death, and gods cannot violate the laws of nature."

"Then you go." The boy lowered his eyelids in disappointment, turned around and continued to kneel in front of the tombstone.

The girl approached the thin boy with an umbrella, shielding him from the crackling raindrops above his head.

After a long silence, the girl's voice sounded faintly. Amid the sound of the rain, it seemed a bit ethereal and distant.

"Young man, you have to look forward. I can't help you revive Grandpa, but I can help you avenge and help you take back everything that belongs to you."

The boy's back was straight, his body was motionless, and his eyes were always looking at the kind old man on the tombstone.

(End of this chapter)