"Dad! Shall we go see mother today?"
"Well, mom probably misses us."
Yan Yan, who was already four years old, was led by Chu Qian to Yun Zixiang’s grave.
In late autumn, it is already a bit cold. The maple leaves are falling casually. Only the side of the tomb is clean. I guess someone cleans it regularly.
Chu Suiyan neatly placed the flowers he brought in front of the monument
There are obviously a few words engraved on the monument: Yun Zixiang, wife of Chu Qian
Chu Qian squatted down, reached out to brush the weeds on the monument for her, and said calmly: "We are here to see you."
He sat down next to her and leaned on it. For three years, he insisted on visiting her every day, as if she had never left and was always by their side.
"Yan Yan! Don't you have something to say to your mother?"
Yan Yan cupped her hands and bowed: "Mother! Yan Yan misses you very much. She misses you every day! Mother must also miss us in heaven."
Chu Qian lowered his head, as if the weakest spot in his heart had been touched, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears.
Then I heard her say: "Yan Yan is very good every day! I often visit my grandfather and grandmother. They say that I look very much like my mother, and I am as beautiful as my mother."
Chu Qian showed her a portrait, and she could remember her mother's appearance at a young age. She often talked to the portrait, saying things that his father could not listen to.
"Xian'er! I'm going to take her to Jinzhou to see the snow, just like we did back then. You don't know, she is a lot like you. I really don't know what I would do without her."
A gentle breeze caressed his face, feeling very warm, just like she once caressed her own face. He said excitedly: "You heard it, didn't you?"
"You have always been by our side, guarding us, haven't you!" He buried his head low, and was caught at a loss, like drops of tears, bitter and strong.
The reality is that the sharp rocks have cut people all over their bodies; they are shocked, lonely, and injured.
He had no expression at all, but he looked a mixture of fragile, relieved, and tired...
After a while, his expression returned to normal, although his eyes were still filled with sadness. His eyelashes were still a little wet, and when they were gently brushed by the morning glow, they turned a fragile beige-brown color, like the newly born wings of a butterfly.
All the emotions were surging in my heart but I suppressed them. The pain was extremely painful and I had nowhere to vent it.
He knew she could almost hear it, his soul whimpering.
They were tied together with pity and pity, causing pain all over the body. He burst into tears, covered his face with his hands, lowered his head, and made a muffled cry.
The arrogant King Nan'an cried loudly in front of his beloved at this moment
Chu Suiyan is not used to it. Every time his father comes, he feels sad, like a helpless child.
Grandma said he did this because he loved his mother badly.
She stepped forward and held her father's hand, giving it warmth
Chu Qian watched her pick her up and calmed down: "Let's go! The next time we see you is when we come back from Jinzhou."
"Goodbye, mother. I'll tell you what happened next time I come back."
Chu Qian smiled happily
When he left, he seemed to see her facing the rain that day. She was as bright as when he met her in the mansion in Huaizhou. On the delicate white cheeks of the gentle girl with downcast eyes, her delicate face was like a hibiscus flower bathing in the essence. The moonlight The beauty is eye-catching.
The warm raindrops in early spring fell on her body, coating her whole body with a light-colored halo, like a goddess curling up in a literati's pen. The girl's beautiful and poetic face was filled with a suffocating warmth, and her smiling brows made his heart flutter for the first time.
(The author has something to say: I know the ending is hasty, but I don’t know what kind of ending is suitable for the male and female protagonists. Maybe falling in love but not being able to get it is the normal state of life. At least they have loved it!)
