Song Yanzhen blushed and immediately explained: "No, we are just friends."
Jiang Rong chatted with the old man casually for a few words and then walked into the cemetery. The oranges were a bit sour, and Song Yanzhen frowned because of the sourness, but Jiang Rong finished eating them without changing his expression.
This cemetery is very old. Because it is located in a desolate area and is cheap, most of the people buried here are poor. No one cleans it and few people visit it. It is overgrown with weeds everywhere and looks like it is haunted.
Song Yanzhen glanced at Jiang Rong's face and asked in a low voice, "Who are you here to see?"
If he was from the Jiang family, he would not be buried in such a place.
Jiang Rong brushed aside the dead grass and stopped in front of a simple tombstone. There was no photo or even the name of the deceased on it. Looking at the dilapidated state, Jiang Rong sat down beside the tombstone and said calmly, "I haven't seen you for so many years. Are you angry with me? But you never get angry with me, so I guess not."
Song Yanzhen was stunned when he saw Jiang Rong's expression.
This girl who always has a smile on her face but is always indifferent and isolated from others, has loneliness in her eyes.
Jiang Rong raised his hand and touched the crack on the tombstone, saying, "You always told me that you wanted to go to the First Military Academy. If you can't do it, I will help you do it."
"Even though I wished countless times that I was the one who died, it was no use."
"I'm sorry, Aling."
Song Yanzhen pursed his lips, wanting to say something to comfort Jiang Rong, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of a red dot from the corner of his eye. His pupils dilated, and he immediately said, "Jiang Rong! Hide quickly! There's a sniper aiming at you!!"
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