一又是一年清明节,林初晴带着一群小朋友扫墓。这里长眠的都是为国家献出生命的人,小朋友们并不理解其中的意义,嘻嘻哈哈的当作春游。林初晴生怕这群小猴子出现意外,忙前忙后焦头烂额,即便是这样,墓碑上的照片还是没有逃过她的眼睛。照片上的人很年轻,下颌微微扬起,有些痞子气地笑着。“和那个渣男长得真像啊……”她在心里感叹还好名字不对,要不是确信那人出国执行任务去了,还真以为这里就是他最后的归宿。林初晴第一次见到慕雨东是在大街上,他仿佛从天而降一样毫无征兆地出现在她的面前,精准无比地抓了她的手腕,一把将她推在墙上。他身材高大,足足有一 Ching Ming Festival is another year, Lin Chu Qing with a group of children sweeping the tomb. Sleep here are for the country who gave their lives, children do not understand the meaning of them, laughing and joking as a spring break. Lin Ching-cheng fear of these little monkeys unexpected, busy post-busy rush, even so, the photos on the tombstone or did not escape her eyes. People on the photo are very young, jaw slightly raised, some ruffian smiled. “And she looks like the residue man ah ... ” She sighs fortunately better name is wrong, or not sure that the man go abroad to perform the task, really think this is his final destination. Lin Ching-chuh first met Mu Yudong in the street, as if he fell from the sky without any signs of presence in front of her, caught her wrist accurate, one pushed her on the wall. He is tall and full