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Chapter 227 Give me a bouquet of flowers when we meet again.

Jiang Xia probably had a special fondness for his deskmate, so she left him the most things, almost every one of which brought back memories of his high school days.

He flipped through the thick stack of photos Jiang Xia had kept of him. On the back of each photo was a date, location, beautiful scenery, and her mood at that moment.

The timeline spans from their high school graduation to early April of this year. She traveled to various places, but what remained the same was that, in every place, there was at least one photo of her wearing her baggy school uniform.

Desert grasslands, towering mountains, sunsets over the sea, skyscrapers, the Drum Tower of Jiangnan, surging rivers, mountain streams—Jiang Xia has an eye for beauty. No matter where she is, she can always find a particularly beautiful angle and record it.

Lin Mo looked at each and every one of them, as if she were reliving her three years of life.

The last photo shows her standing at the entrance of a rural courtyard, wearing a school uniform, making a peace sign, her smile still bright, though she has become much thinner than three years ago. The only things that haven't changed are her gaze, the smile at the corner of her mouth, and the two dimples that are still on her face.

The caption on the back of the photo reads: "I feel like I've had enough, so I'll stop here. I'm a little tired. Time to officially enter my retirement life and begin my comfortable retirement!"

He definitely has photos from early April to now, but for some reason, Jiang Xia didn't send them to him. Maybe it's because she's been unwell and looks haggard in the last six months, and she didn't want to see them.

It's also possible that she gave the photo to someone else, since everyone in her class received a gift.

Jiang Xia is a thoughtful person, and every gift she gives must be the result of careful consideration. Since she didn't give one, she must have her reasons.

Lin Mo didn't know how long he had been watching, and he himself didn't know when he had drifted off to sleep.

The next day, at 8:30 a.m., Lin Mo slept in late, which was unusual for him. He didn't get up early or go to the square for his morning exercise.

Mr. Lin, who had just finished his midnight shift, sat at the dining table eating the breakfast his wife had made. Looking at his son washing up in the bathroom, he asked with some confusion, "Why does my son seem to be in a bad mood today? He didn't even go to exercise!"

"Who knows? Besides, do you really believe your son has that much willpower? He's said he'd work out so many times, but he's always been inconsistent. He's got three gym memberships already, but he's only been to the gym four times. I can't even be bothered to say anything to him."

Fortunately, this time it's just getting up early for morning exercise, no need to buy a membership card. If I don't want to go, I don't have to go, it doesn't cost any money anyway," Mom Zhou Min said helplessly, pouting.

As she said, Lin Mo had indeed considered working out before, especially after seeing those handsome guys with eight-pack abs online. Although he wasn't attracted to men, handsome guys with eight-pack abs were attractive to girls.

These days, any fitness blogger online who's even remotely handsome has a huge number of women vying to call him "husband" in the comments section, and there are even some slightly perverted ones calling him "daddy."

Miss Yuan loves watching handsome men with abs. Scrolling through short videos on her phone is no different from visiting a brothel.

"Too"

Comrade Lin nodded, then continued eating his breakfast. He planned to take a nap later, and his holiday would begin.

At this moment, Lin Mo came out of the bathroom, changed his clothes, and made himself look very neat.

"Mom, I have something to do and I'm going out for a bit. I've taken the car," Lin Mo said, grabbing the car keys from the entryway.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Min, the mother, quickly said, "Going out so early? Have some breakfast first!"

"I'm not eating, I'm not hungry!" Lin Mo replied with a smile, trying his best to appear no different from usual.

"It's still drizzling outside. What's wrong? Why are you going out in the rain?" Old Lin said, handing over a black folding umbrella.

Lin Mo took it and smiled, "Going to see a friend. Don't worry, I'll drive carefully."

After saying that, Lin Mo smiled and waved to his parents before leaving the house. "You know, this child doesn't even eat breakfast this early in the morning. I don't know where he's been. He's such a worry every day," his mother, Zhou Min, nagged as always, but her tone was full of concern.

On the contrary, Comrade Lin had a worried look on his face. Despite his usual carefree attitude, he was the most thoughtful person in the family.

As soon as Lin Mo came out, he noticed that his son was in a bad mood, but now that the child is older and has his own worries, they, as parents, cannot forcibly interfere. All they could do was hand him an umbrella when he left.

"Don't worry, it's fine. We're young, everyone has a few friends. We finally get a holiday, why can't we go out and have some fun!"

"But honey, is our pot broken? Let's throw it away!"

"Huh? The pot isn't broken? I just used it, why did you throw it away?" Zhou Min, Zhou's mother, asked in confusion.

Comrade Lin: "The pot makes the food too salty. The food has been tasting salty for the past two days. It must have gone bad!"

Mom Zhou Min: "Hahaha, get out! You think my cooking is too salty? Take it or leave it. If you dare touch my pot, I'll throw you away!"

Comrade Lin: "No, no, how could my wife's cooking be bad? It must be the pot. Otherwise, I'll cook for her these next few days."

Mom Zhou Min: "No way, I'm going to cook! I'm a great cook, so eat as much as you want! You have to eat all three of these dishes, you hear me!"

It has to be said that in this family, although his mother Zhou Min seems to be the eldest, she is actually completely controlled by his father.

Downstairs in the car, Lin Mo fastened his seatbelt and chuckled as he looked at the four items on his phone's shopping page.

"It's not bad, you should like it."

The car then drove away from the residential area in the drizzle and disappeared into the misty rain.

Yesterday, Jiang Xia's mother sent Lin Mo three messages: an obituary and two videos.

Actually, one video is of Jiang Xia filming the last moment of their senior year for the whole class, while the other video, also filmed on the last day of their senior year, only features two people.

The video first shows the homeroom teacher, Ms. Qin, receiving flowers from her students. Then the camera pans to show Jiang Xia and Lin Mo lying on their desks in the frame.

"Wow, the flowers are so pretty! Hey, Lin Mo, give me a bouquet of flowers next time we meet!" Jiang Xia turned to her deskmate and asked.

Hearing this, Lin Mo rolled her eyes. [Give me a piece of shit. Do you want me to slap you when we meet again? You're acting all dramatic. I've never even received flowers before.]

After saying that, Lin Mo was called to the toilet by Wan Chunlong, who was standing next to him.

After Lin Mo disappeared from sight, Jiang Xia looked at the camera, put one hand to her mouth, and chuckled softly: "He'll definitely deliver it!"

As he put his phone down, Lin Mo, dressed in black and holding a bunch of white chrysanthemums, stood in the cemetery, facing a new grave.

He gently placed the flowers in his hand in front of the tombstone, took a deep breath, and chuckled softly:

"you win!"

(End of this chapter)