my autistic boyfriend

Chapter 22 Sweeping Her Grave
Sheng Zhaoxi remembered that when she was in junior high school, she and Huo Siyan hadn't fallen out yet.They came out of the cafeteria together after eating and saw the rainbow.

Sheng Zhaoxi hurriedly stopped to make a wish on the rainbow, she likes to make a wish on everything.The sun, the moon, the stars, the fireworks.She thinks that all good things should be endowed with magical abilities by God.

And Huo Siyan looked at her with an idiot expression on her face: "My brother told me that rainbows are formed when sunlight strikes nearly round water droplets in the air, causing dispersion and reflection of light. Among them, 40-42 The reflection at the highest degree is the strongest, which is the rainbow we see. The rainbow is not a fairy, so what kind of wish can you make?"

"Shut up. Your brother is an idiot."

The unique fragrance of grass after the rain seems to bring Sheng Zhaoxi back to the carefree era.

Seeing that the rain had stopped, she was about to leave the flower shop when the boss called her in the shop: "Girl, your scarf fell off."

Following the direction of the boss' finger, the proprietress picked up the khaki British-style scarf from the glass counter and chased after her, stuffing the scarf into her hand.

Cashmere with a very soft texture is also a highly recognizable brand.But not hers.

Sheng Zhaoxi waved her hand: "This is not mine. I saw it there as soon as I entered the store." The style of the scarf on the counter was incompatible with the store, and she had noticed it a long time ago, probably some customer took it off and put it in the store. I forgot to take it on the table.

The proprietress frowned and looked back at the boss: "What's the matter? It looks quite expensive. The material is so thick."

"Let's put it in the store. Maybe that customer will come back to get it when he thinks about it." Sheng Zhaoxi gave her an idea and returned the scarf to the proprietress.

"Oh! I remembered. It belonged to the previous customer. When he knelt down to choose flowers, the scarf fell on the ground and it was inconvenient, so he took it off and put it on the counter." The boss slapped his head and remembered the The man who bought flowers.

"Then he hasn't left yet?"

"No. The car is still at the gate of the cemetery." Hearing what the boss said, Sheng Zhaoxi subconsciously glanced at the only off-road vehicle at the gate of the cemetery, a black Grand Cherokee.It is also the ideal model that Jin Siyu once said.

The proprietress breathed a sigh of relief. For the simple and honest couple, picking up valuables from others was as uneasy as stealing something.She carefully folded the scarves and put them on the counter.

After bidding farewell to the flower shop owner and his wife, Sheng Zhaoxi entered the cemetery.Stepping on the soft soil, my mood was lifted lightly.

Sheng Zhaoxi held the little daisy and walked up the stone steps that were as wide as one person. The sparsely populated cemetery was like a scene in a silent movie, peaceful and long.

She found Huo Siyan's tombstone according to the alphabetical order of the names. On the tombstone, Huo Siyan was still 17 years old, with big eyes, and looked very serious when looking at a person.This is even more apparent in black and white photos.

Sheng Zhaoxi put down the daisy in his hand and found a bouquet of roses beside it.Still fresh and wet with raindrops.She can probably guess who sent it: "Are you happy? After ten years, everyone is still thinking about you."

Huo Siyan naturally wouldn't answer, but she seemed to be reminiscing with an old friend she hadn't seen for many years.This stop lasted for an hour, but one day Huo Siyan would become the person who listened to her most.

(End of this chapter)