Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

On the day Yunlin was buried, the sky was gray without a trace of sunlight.

On what was supposed to be a hot summer day, cold raindrops fell silently from the sky like cotton needles, soaking the lawn on the ground silently.

In the cemetery, on the tombstone in the center, his gray-white photo was printed quietly on it, without any trace of life.

The cool breeze blew and wet the raindrops on the tombstone. They slid down the cold monument and wetted the words on it.

Almost all of the people who came were men, wearing black uniforms and holding black umbrellas, silently.

The heavy and solemn atmosphere, like the rain, spreads and stretches endlessly.

The tall men formed a circle around the tombstone and paid silent tribute.

As time went by, the people who were blocking the way gradually gave way.

On the empty road on the rain-stained lawn, a person came.

Holding a black umbrella, it was lowered and his face could not be seen clearly.

Under the hazy misty rain, the black leather shoes were shiny and clean, coming silently.

With his slender bamboo hands, he gently raised the umbrella a little, revealing his angular lower jaw.

His thin lips were pale and the curves were cold, but under the drizzle, it seemed to soften the coldness on his shoulders.

In the cemetery, all the people in black uniforms lowered their heads and became even quieter.

Only the person in front stepped forward, leaning his hands on his back with an expression of respect.

"Boss."

"Where is his family?"

Even the voice of the man under the umbrella was cold and calm, without any fluctuation.

His eyes seemed to fall lightly on the tombstone, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The man lowered his head and answered,

"Brother Yun only has one biological daughter, named Yun Si, who came just now."

The fifteen-year-old girl was quickly brought to the tall man.

Fifteen years old is still a young age,

The little girl was wearing a pure black cotton skirt, holding a furry bear in her arms, her bright eyes were blank, as pure as a deer.

She had two braids tied up, and her eyes were red on her fair and clean face. She looked as if she had just cried.

Holding the little bear doll tightly in her arms, her delicate body is like a fragile doll that can be broken by a blow.

After being brought to the man, she seemed to take a step back subconsciously, looking a little scared.

There were still tears in her watery eyes, which were red and looked like a little white rabbit.

Five years ago, her mother committed suicide because of a failed mission.

My father also died in an accident because of this mission.

It can be said that now she has directly become an orphan, helpless.

The little girl seemed to be aware of this, so she bit her lip and was extra vigilant.

Yingying eyes stared at the man whose face could not be seen clearly under the umbrella, and said nothing.

Aliang, who brought her here, said,

"Boss, Brother Yun only left behind such a little daughter. I often miss her on weekdays. Now Brother Yun is gone."

A Liang glanced at the little girl hesitantly, "Should we send her to a special orphanage?"

The man under the umbrella said nothing and seemed to be sizing up the girl holding the bear.

On top of the tombstone, Yunlin's photo is still watching all this.

The gray rain was still falling, and as the wind blew, it flew slantingly under the umbrella,

The little girl's skirt seemed to be a little wet, which made her shrink.

The little one hugged his little bear tightly,