She is in the fog

As it turned out, Wen Wan's worries were completely unnecessary.

After all, the dormitories full of intrigue are only a minority, and life is not so dramatic. Most people are not that bored, they are students, and they just want to study hard in a limited time and move towards the university of their dreams.

Especially the senior high school students, they are extremely busy all day long and even want to use their sleeping time to study. How can they have extra energy to engage in these "palace intrigues"?

He Xi thought she got up early, but compared to the seniors in the dormitory, she was still a nobody. At about six o'clock, she woke up from her sleep, but suddenly found that the seniors were already holding books and preparing to go out.

Go to bed late and get up early. This is the true portrayal of the lives of the seniors.

Before the Qingming Festival holiday, the school organized a Qingming tomb-sweeping activity. Four students from each class in the second grade of high school were selected as representatives to go to the Qingshan Martyrs Cemetery in the suburbs to sweep the tombs of the martyrs. The purpose was to promote the spirit of patriotism, commemorate the revolutionary martyrs, remember the sacrifices of the ancestors, let the students realize how hard a happy life is, and cultivate the students' spirit of hard work and striving for progress.

In order to be fair, Zhong Nuo decided to use drawing lots to determine the number of places. She prepared a cardboard box, crumpled up the student numbers of all the classmates into paper balls and threw them in, shook them evenly, then reached in and grabbed four paper balls out.

Coincidentally, He Xi and Ming Mei's student numbers were on the list.
The remaining two people are Qin Yiran and He Jiahe.

On the day of Qingming Festival, He Xi and Ming Mei arrived at school early. At eight o'clock, all the representatives of the second-year students had gathered. About a hundred people took four buses and headed to the Qingshan Martyrs Cemetery in the suburbs under the leadership of the responsible teachers.

It was about an hour and a half drive to the destination. Mingmei had a problem of getting sleepy when taking a long-distance bus. The bus was driving smoothly on the highway. She couldn't help but lean close to He Xi's ear and whispered, "I'm so sleepy."

He Xi then patted his shoulder gently and said, "Go to sleep."

Mingmei was not shy either. She tilted her head and leaned on He Xi's shoulder, then slowly closed her eyes.

"He Xi!" He Jiahe, who was sitting in the same row with them but separated by an aisle, turned around and wanted to say something to her and happened to see this scene.

He Xi mechanically moved his head and turned it towards He Jiahe, then slightly shook his head left and right, then slowly stretched out his right hand and made a "hush" gesture, signaling He Jiahe to speak in a low voice, and then quietly asked, "Is there something wrong?"

He Jiahe moved his lips twice, but forgot what he was going to say, so he shook his head, turned his gaze to the front, rested his head on the seat, and closed his eyes to rest.

Mingmei fell asleep on his shoulder, so He Xi didn't dare to make any big movements for fear of waking her up. Mingmei's soft hair scratched He Xi's chin from time to time as the car swayed slightly. Now, not only her chin was itchy, but her heart was also itchy, as if a kitten was scratching her.

An hour and a half later, the bus stopped steadily at its destination.

"Mingming, Mingming." He Xi called her name softly, "We're here, wake up, we need to get off."

After getting off the bus, we gathered again. The teacher in charge counted the number of people, began to distribute small white flowers, and explained the precautions to everyone. Then we lined up in an orderly manner and prepared to enter the park.

He Xi pinned the little white flower on his chest and hurried to catch up with the main group.

To enter the park, you need to climb a long ramp with a 45-degree slope. At the end of the ramp there is a light orange stone pillar gate with six big characters written on it: Qingshan Martyrs Cemetery.

After entering the park, there is a large open space with lush pine trees planted on both ends and a huge rectangular monument on the right.

When we first got on the bus, the teacher introduced the origin of Qingshan Martyrs Cemetery. At this moment, all the students lined up in front of the monument, presented wreaths, saluted, and observed a moment of silence to the martyrs with the most sincere hearts.

Afterwards, they each went to the area they were responsible for to clean up the homes of the heroes.

Green mountains and clear waters, singing birds and fragrant flowers, and tombstones lined up in rows, solemn and heavy, but not at all gloomy.

Mingmei couldn't help but sigh: "In the past, when I entered the cemetery, I always felt uncomfortable and nervous, but today when I entered the Martyrs' Cemetery, I didn't feel uncomfortable or scared at all. Instead, I felt enlightened."

He Xi pulled out the weeds from the soil and threw them into the bamboo basket, then responded: "Those who protected us during their lifetime will naturally live on in their spirit even after their death."

"Yeah." Mingmei waved the broom in her hand, swept the fallen leaves on the ground into the dustpan, and then poured them into the bamboo basket next to He Xi.

He Jiahe listened to their conversation, so he took a handful of weeds he had just pulled out, walked over to He Xi, and threw them into the bamboo basket. Suddenly, he asked curiously, "He Xi, I find this a bit strange. When I came here just now, I found that the names and life stories of heroes were engraved on the tombstones. Why don't the tombstones in this area have names?"

He Xi raised his head and looked at the nameless tombstone beside him.

Generally speaking, there are only two possibilities for the presence of nameless tombstones in a martyrs' cemetery: either there were too many casualties during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, and their identities could not be identified one by one; or... their identities are not convenient to be made public.

For example, anti-drug police officers who still have living immediate family members usually do not reveal their identities easily to prevent retaliation from drug dealers. What is even more regrettable is that after their death, not even their names will be left on their tombstones.

Thinking of this, He Xi looked at the glowing red five-pointed star on the tombstone again and chuckled, "There is no name, but there is a code name."

She picked up the bamboo basket with one hand and planned to dump the debris in the big trash can outside the cemetery.

He Jiahe's voice sounded from behind: "What's the code name?"

"Heroic soul, martyr." He Xi strode forward with a winnowing basket in his hand without even turning his head.

After He Xi left, Qin Yin walked to Mingmei and He Jiahe and said mysteriously: "Mingmei, He Jiahe, now is the time when rapeseed flowers are in full bloom. I heard that the nearby village is holding a rapeseed flower festival and building a maze in the rapeseed field. My cousin went there the day before yesterday. It's fun, but the most important thing is that there is an observation deck. Standing on it, you can overlook the entire rapeseed field. It's so beautiful. Let's go and see it later?" "Okay, okay." He Jiahe immediately nodded in agreement.

Mingmei said, "But for our safety, the school should send us back together, right? How can they let us go out and play on our own?"

"That's easy. Since we've already cleaned up our area, why don't we sneak out now and come back when it's time to gather?"

Seeing Mingmei still thinking, Qin Yiran said, "Think about it, the rapeseed flowers have a very short blooming period, and may wither next week. Now is the peak season, you can feast your eyes on it, and if you miss this opportunity, you will never have it again."

Hearing her say this, Ming Mei was also moved, "Then let's wait for He Xi. If she wants to go, we can go together."

Qin Yiran couldn't help but sneer: "Look at you, you always ask He Xi's opinion on everything. She's like your guardian."

Ming Mei rolled her eyes deliberately and explained, "But I feel more at ease with He Xi around. Have you forgotten that it was He Xi who dealt with those hooligans I encountered on my way home last semester? The commendation letter from the Public Security Bureau has been sent to the school. Don't you know?"

"Oh, you keep nagging me, my ears are going to get calluses." Qin Yin scratched his ears pretentiously, "Yes, yes, I know, Master He Xi, we are far behind."

After He Xi came back, Qin Yiran mentioned this to her. She glanced at Mingmei and read some expectation in her eyes. She guessed that she also wanted to go, so she readily agreed.

So, under the leadership of Qin Yiran, they secretly took a shortcut and left for Caihua Village.

After wandering around for a long time, I didn't see any rape flowers, except for the mountain road that I didn't know where it ended.

He Jiahe lost some of his patience and stood there to rest, panting and complaining: "Qin Yiran, didn't you say you were nearby? How come we haven't arrived yet after walking for so long?"

"I remember this is the road." Qin Yiran scratched his head in confusion. "It's strange. The village is obviously very lively. Why does it feel more and more remote? I didn't even see any houses. It must be strange."

Mingmei was also a little tired. She could not help but squat on the ground, put her hands on her hips, and asked, "Qin Yiran, did you find the wrong way?"

"may be."

"Qin Yiran, you are really more of a hindrance than a help!" He Jiahe rolled his eyes helplessly, "What should we do now? Should we go back?"

Mingmei said, "Go back, go back the same way, I remember the way."

Qin Yiran was still a little unwilling, and muttered: "But I finally came here, and I still want to play in the rapeseed maze."

"You are just playing a maze now." He Jiahe continued to speak steadily with sharp words.

Qin Yiran was still not discouraged, "Then we should at least take a look at the flowers, right? They might have withered by the time we come next time."

"How can you see the flowers if you can't even find the way?" He Jiahe pointed to a few red flowers beside him and shouted, "Come here, there are flowers here, come and see enough!"

He Xi was originally looking around, but when he heard He Jiahe say this, he shifted his gaze to her side. When he saw the red flowers she was pointing at, his expression immediately became solemn.

The four of them surrounded the plants. Qin Yin asked curiously, "What kind of flower is this? It's rare."

Mingmei said, "It should be the poppy. I flipped through a few pages of the plant encyclopedia and happened to see a picture of the poppy. It looks quite similar to this one."

"It's not poppy." He Xi said in a deep voice, "It's poppy."

"Poppy?" The other three widened their eyes and said in unison.

Opium is a plant that is prohibited for any individual or organization to grow. If you find any trace of it, please call the police immediately and let them handle it.

He Xi then said to Qin Yiran: "Call 110 and let the police handle it."

"Oh." Qin Yiran didn't ask any more questions and immediately took out his cell phone.

While Qin Yiran was on the phone, He Xi glanced at Mingmei beside him, but noticed that her expression was a little puzzled, so he asked with concern: "Mingming, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm just curious." Ming Mei bit her lip and said, "He Xi, what kind of person do you think would have a poppy tattoo on their arm?"

Who would have a poppy tattoo on their arm? He Xi frowned in thought, but in an instant his pupils suddenly dilated.

Ren Yan!

(End of this chapter)