During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily. A woman stood alone with an umbrella in front of a tombstone in a remote corner. The tombstone seemed to be old and the words on it could no longer be read clearly. There were fruits, flowers and a bottle of sake in front of the tombstone. The woman sighed, let out a heavy sigh, and said helplessly: "A beauty is destined to die." The rain fell on the umbrella held by the woman, forming raindrops like bead curtains. Beads flowed down the edge of the umbrella. The woman stood there for about ten minutes, then turned and left. Back in the parking lot at the foot of the cemetery hill, the car door opened, the woman walked over, closed the umbrella and got into the car. The driver started the car and the car left the cemetery. The secretary sitting in the passenger seat said softly: "The young master called just now and asked you to serve him a glass of wine." "Tell him that I did." The woman said lightly, her voice was pleasant. Inadvertently, the woman looked through the rearview mirror and noticed that a trace of white hair had appeared on her temples. The secretary added: "There was a call from the health center just now, saying that he was sick again and asked you to come and have a look." The woman nodded, and the secretary motioned to the driver to drive to the health center. The full name of the health center is Shanghai Mental Health Center, which is also a mental hospital. The car drove to the mental hospital, and the doctor personally received her. He led the woman through the alleys to a courtyard that looked like a back garden. When they got here, the doctor stopped following her. The woman walked in alone and found a man in a pavilion. The man was wearing a hospital gown. He was sitting on the edge of the pavilion, staring blankly in front of him. He didn't cry or fuss, but occasionally smiled stupidly. The woman walked up and sat next to him and said something to him. He kept giggling. An hour later, the woman stood up to leave. Suddenly, a man's voice came from behind: "Xiaoqing, remember to come see me next time." Tears welled up in the woman's eyes, and she covered her face and cried¡ª¡ª PS: In fact, the last chapter is already the ending. The reason for this postscript is, Maybe it's because of the youthful illness. The reason why there was no update in the past few days is because I have been adjusting my mentality and staying at home like an ostrich. The story has reached this point, and due to some force majeure reasons, it can only end in a hurry. It can¡¯t be said to be in a hurry. I think everything that needs to be written has already been written. Everything about Hao Ren has been written clearly. At the end of the last chapter, he is a hero, where Sun Xiaoqing is still alive, and there are many things waiting for him to conquer in the future. In this postscript, from the beginning, Hao Ren was not a hero, he was just a passionate prodigal. The woman in the postscript is Xia Wanyu, and the tombstone is Sun Xiaoqing. The reason why I write this is that I feel that if Sun Xiaoqing really died in the beginning, Hao Ren would not have any future. Anyway, the book is finished here. Thank you all for reading. In the future, Mantou will also write a new book, but Mantou will have to take a break for a few months. Finally, let me talk about the contact information of steamed buns, QQ: 1694539229, WeChat: manyou0911, everyone is welcome to add steamed buns. See you in the next book.