It was extremely cold outside the window, so she wrapped her scarf tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

No one else disturbed them here, and there were not many tourists coming and going.

Ji Changmu stood beside her, his hands in his coat pockets, and he was also looking at the scenery under the tower.

At this season, the leaves on the trees have all fallen, and the entire old town is desolate and cold. The streets are narrow and there are not many pedestrians.

Ji Changmu pointed to the tall ginkgo tree in front of him: "Have you seen that tree? It's been a hundred years. It's the most beautiful in autumn. I once had a fight under that tree."

After hearing the first half, Qiao Muyuan was quite moved, and laughed out loud after hearing the second half: "Brother Ji, can you fight with others?"

He smiled: "When you are young and show off, it is common to have fights."

"Then can you beat others?"

"I have a black belt in Taekwondo."

"Hey." Qiao Muyuan immediately stopped discriminating against her brother Ji. The young man who looked elegant and handsome when he was young turned out to be a black belt in Taekwondo, "Then will you hit me in the future?"

"What are you thinking about, you little kid? Huh?"

"The red house over there is so beautiful. Is it also an old house?"

"It's a paper mill." Ji Changmu introduced to her, "When I was in elementary school, a very close friend's family owned a paper mill. Later, his father did not know how to adapt and added environmental protection requirements, and it closed down within a few years. My classmate also

He transferred to another school, and now I don’t remember his appearance.”

"The shape and structure of this paper mill are very good, so it has never been demolished. Later, it was bought by a wealthy businessman from other places and turned into a coffee processing factory, which it continues to this day."

"Brother Ji, you have a really good memory."

"It's not bad, after all, I'm not at the age where my memory is bad." Ji Changmu didn't have too many troubles in his heart. Now that he came to this city, it was more about taking a step back and letting the world go. Letting go of the past also meant letting himself go.

He shook hands with the past and made peace with it, and his heart was calm.

It was windy at the top of the tower, so Ji Changmu didn't let her stand for too long, took her waist and walked into the tower.

"There is a small museum here, which displays cultural relics excavated from the tower." Ji Changmu led her over.

Walking forward from the corridor, Qiao Muyuan was still looking at the scenery outside the tower. There were rolling hills to the north. She asked, "What is that place?"

"Bincheng Cemetery." Ji Changmu's eyes were somewhat hazy with brewing, and his voice was suppressed, "My father is buried there."

Qiao Muyuan was speechless: "I'm sorry, Brother Ji..."

"It's okay, why are you sorry?" Ji Changmu held her hand.

"Are you going to see him?"

"I was there last time I came to Bincheng. This time, if you don't mind... I'll take you with me."

"Why would I mind, Ji Changmu, we have agreed that we will get married in the future."

"Okay." Ji Changmu nodded, "I will take you there in the afternoon."

"Um."

After coming down from the Twin Towers, Ji Changmu took her to have lunch in the mall and bought some bouquets of white chrysanthemums from the flower shop.

Qiao Muyuan followed him.

Upon arriving at the cemetery, the atmosphere was cold and quiet.

Ji Changmu held her hand and walked towards the back of the cemetery from a not-so-wide road, where there were beautiful mountains and clear waters, and it was the quietest place in the entire cemetery.

Qiao Muyuan saw Ji Donghuai's photo again.

She was silent for a long time, placed the white chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone, and bowed together with Ji Changmu.
Chapter completed!