The wine is rice wine, which can be bought in any ordinary supermarket.
That box of dim sum is Hung Fook Loo's signature dish.
Fu Yanci poured the wine, opened the lid of the pastries, looked at the photo on the tombstone and said, "Another year has passed. Look, neither of us has become a lonely person."
Ye Li glanced sideways.
Then Fu Yanci poured another cup of rice wine, clinked it with the cup in front of the tombstone, tilted his head back and drank it all, saying, "Brother, thank you!"
Two sentences, completely nonsensical.
Ye Li couldn't understand, so she simply stopped trying to figure it out.
She quietly held the bouquet of lilies, watching Fu Yanci drink three cups of rice wine and eat a piece of jujube paste pastry.
"I'm leaving now, I'll come see you again next year!"
Fu Yanci turned around.
Just as Ye Li opened her mouth to say that the flowers hadn't been arranged yet, she saw Fu Yanci take the bouquet from her arms and go straight to Fu Mingzhen's tombstone, placing it in front of the tombstone directly behind it.
Looking up, Fu Yanci stood tall and straight, his black tombstone completely obscured.
Fu Yanci didn't speak, but stood quietly in front of the tombstone for a moment before turning around and walking back. "Let's go..."
She let him lead her outside.
Ye Li turned to look at the tombstone.
His gaze paused slightly.
A young woman in her early twenties, with long, flowing hair and a gentle smile.
The four characters "Tomb of Li Li" on the tombstone appear particularly desolate.
Ye Li was certain that she did not know this girl named Li Li.
But looking at that gentle, smiling face, I always felt like I'd seen it somewhere before.
The Maybach smoothly drove away from the western suburban cemetery. Ye Li cautiously asked Fu Yanci, "That Li Li..."
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