Note the sweet scale

Chapter 564 The truth of amnesia (1)

While talking, Situ Nanke and Yi Meng had already arrived at the parking lot at the foot of the mountain. They got into the car separately, and Yi Meng suddenly exclaimed.

"Hey, where's my wallet?"

Situ Nanke was calm, since he knew her, he was used to her forgetting things.

"Don't worry, I must have forgotten it."

"No, I remember it very clearly. I was still holding it in my hand when I got out of the car just now..." After thinking about it, she hurriedly pushed the door open, "It must have fallen on Dad's tombstone."

Situ Nanke reached out and grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back to the seat, "You wait in the car, I'll go!"

The journey up and down the mountain is not short, so it is better for him to find it alone than both of them.

"Shall I come with you?"

"No need!" The man closed the car door and walked around to remind her, "Lock the car door and don't open it to anyone but me. I'll be back soon!"

Turning around, he strode back to the cemetery and followed the mountain road to find Yifu Yimu's tombstone. Sure enough, he saw her handbag leaning against the side of the tombstone. He presumably put it here when he came to worship before and forgot to take it away.

Taking the wallet in his hand, Situ Nanke turned around and went down the mountain. When he reached the fork in the road, he happened to see an elderly cleaning woman coming down with a bamboo basket on her back and a bunch of flowers in her arms.

Seeing this, he politely made way for the other party.

The female cleaner obviously wanted to confide, so she spoke to him as she went down the mountain.

"People nowadays are such a waste, such a good flower can be thrown away!"

Situ Nanke didn't pay attention to it at first, but when he saw the flower in her hand out of the corner of his eye, the tip of his eyebrow twitched.

This flower looks familiar.

Because Yi Meng had an injury on his hand, he carried the three bunches of flowers up, so he also remembered very clearly that the bunch of flowers in the cleaner's hand was very similar to the flowers that Yi Meng sent to Father Ye's grave before.

"Auntie, where did you pick up these flowers?"

"Over there on the mountain..." The female cleaner turned around and pointed to the mountain.

Situ Nanke turned his face and looked over. Her direction was exactly the direction of Father Ye's tombstone.

With a move in his heart, he stopped his steps and turned to go up the mountain.

"Sir, you are going the wrong way, this is the exit!"

The female cleaner kindly reminded him that he just waved his hand, and he quickly walked up the mountain.

All the way back to the mountain, across the woods, Zhou Shiling was walking down while wiping his eyes with a handkerchief, and he turned sideways into the woods.

After a while, Zhou Shiling walked past the forest with his assistant, and gradually walking, he walked out of the forest again and came to Ye Ziliang's tomb.

In front of the tombstone, there is only a bouquet of flowers. Situ Nanke has seen this bouquet before. When he and Yi Meng came, the flowers were already there. There is no doubt that it was left by Zhou Shiling, but the bouquet Yi Meng leaned on here has disappeared. trace.

Turning his face from the tombstone and looking at Zhou Shiling who was about to walk down the mountain, Situ Nanke's eyebrows frowned little by little.

When the cleaner passed by, Zhou Shiling must have been still in front of the tombstone. It was impossible for the cleaner to take the flower secretly, that is to say, the flower was thrown away.

The flowers sent by others with good intentions were thrown away by her. Such behavior is not right no matter how you think about it.

His eyes fell on the parking lot at the foot of the mountain, Situ Nanke turned around and ran down the mountain.

All the way downhill quickly, back to the parking lot, watching a car leave from a distance, he trotted to the front of the car, and saw Yi Meng sitting safely in the passenger seat.

Seeing that he hasn't come back for a long time, Yi Meng is holding the mobile phone with one hand and preparing to call him.

(End of this chapter)