The next day, the morning light was bright and thousands of rays shot down.
The streets in autumn looked like dry vegetation, lifeless.
At 9 o'clock in the morning, the sun had already shone on the earth. But there was a woman in black clothes and black trousers walking on the street at an inappropriate time, holding a box in her hand. The dark box blocked the scene inside, making it impossible to see.
Every cent.
The black box was covered with a black cloth, as if to protect it from the sun.
Su Mozheng had just come out of the funeral parlor. What was in the box was the ashes of Su Moqin. She went to the funeral parlor at four o'clock in the morning to be cremated. Thinking of this, she tightened the urn she had been holding in her arms.
She didn't take a taxi, she just walked. Passers-by all looked at her strangely. Who wouldn't care if they saw such a black woman in black clothes and black pants in broad daylight? But the latter didn't care at all.
, a pretty face with numbness and indifference.
In the hospital, the nurse was feeding Su Yongkang breakfast. He had been eating breakfast for an hour.
The nurse was hired by Jin Zun at a high price. After Su Yongkang had a stroke, he couldn't take care of himself for most of his life. He just tilted his head stupidly every day, with drool at the corner of his mouth. He tried to speak, but couldn't even say a single sentence. He was like an idiot.
There was a knock on the ward door, and then the door was pushed open. The nurse looked back at the visitor in surprise, then smiled, put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hand on the dinner plate, "Miss Su, you are here!" She was really grateful for this.
Miss Su, she always goes to the hospital three days a week. Naturally, she will also help Su Yongkang when he eats and cleans himself. Naturally, this also saves her some trouble.
"Well, I want to take my father out for a few hours, is it okay?" the latter said lightly, without the usual smile on his face. The nurse had doubts, but still answered quickly: "Of course, as long as you don't
It doesn’t matter if you leave for too long.”
In the cemetery, the pines and cypresses are evergreen, and white clouds are floating high in the sky. It is a beautiful and sunny weather.
The grunting sound of the wheelchair rolled by, awakening the sleeping world here. Birds parked in the distance flew up with a splash, and a chorus of bird calls hovered above the head. Naturally, a piece of 'bird's nest' fell down.
Facing south, there are several workers who are digging a new cemetery. The tombstone is brand new and the name is newly engraved on it. It has not yet been completed.
The sound of the wheelchair stopped, and it was in the open space a dozen steps away.
Su Yongkang was sitting in a wheelchair, his head tilted, drool was still dripping from one corner of his mouth, and he was smiling foolishly.
Su Mozheng stood behind her, still holding the pusher of the wheelchair, looking quietly at the tombstone that was about to be completed, and holding the urn in her arms that she had never let go of. That was Moqin's ashes.
Her eyes moved slightly, she let go of the wheelchair pusher, squatted down, pointed to the cemetery that was about to be completed, and whispered to Su Yongkang: "Dad, look, that is Mo Qin's cemetery. I chose it.
South, there is a large mountain top below. Moqin lives there, and when she wakes up in the morning, she can see the mist in the mountains. Do you think she will be very happy?"
She looked at her father who was sitting in a wheelchair. His hair was almost half white, and his cheeks had become even older in just a few months.
At this moment, he didn't understand a word she said. He still tilted his head and drooled from one corner of his mouth, looking dazed.
Su Mozheng's eyes sank and she couldn't help but sigh, her condition worsened again.
She took out the handkerchief she carried in her pocket and gently wiped away her father's saliva. It was very dirty, but he was her father.
One of the staff members came towards her, and Su Mozheng nodded slightly. "Miss Su, it's almost done. You can put the ashes in the urn."
She was startled, and subconsciously tightened the urn in her arms, "No, no..." How could it be possible, how could it be possible, the wound was torn open again, blood flowed out turbulently, and her heart was bleeding.
Her sister, her living sister, was standing in front of her yesterday, smiling like a child, but she is gone today. How is she going to accept it? How is she going to accept it!? This is her relative!
This is her relative who has been with her since childhood!
Seeing her like this, the staff also felt some sympathy, "Miss Su, my sister has passed away. You have to express your condolences. After death, there is no resurrection!"
Suddenly, countless suffocating air followed. Her chest could not go up or down. Her throat was choked, and she could not breathe.
Tears flowed down her fair face, dripping into the dust underneath.
The urn was still put down. As the staff moved around, the urn finally disappeared from her sight.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but the time in the cemetery seems to be daytime, as if it has stopped at this moment.
She took a deep breath and looked at the newly completed cemetery. On the marble tombstone above, the fonts were conspicuous. Her fingers grasped the wheelchair pusher. The distance between the front and rear cemetery was not large, so she had to push the wheelchair forward carefully.
On the marble tombstone, the photo space is still empty, but the font is very conspicuous.
Sumo Qin's tomb is engraved with the names of her father, mother and her. In this way, she is telling her that their family will always be by her side.
Facing south, there is a hilltop below, with tall, thick and lush green trees.
Su Mozheng stood behind the wheelchair, her eyes quietly falling on the tombstone for a long time, a long time...
The cheerful ringtone of her mobile phone broke the calm here, and she suddenly came back to her senses. Then she took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and when she touched the name on the screen, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Huo Shaoyan..." She answered the call and choked out to the person on the other end. Never before had she missed him so much, missed having such a warm person by her side, giving her warmth and arms.
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"What's wrong?" Huo Shaoyan clearly heard that something was wrong with her, "What happened?" He called just to ask her if she was okay and if the matter had been handled.
"Mo Qin... Mo Qin is dead..." She cried so hard that she couldn't breathe. When she said one sentence, new tears wet her eyes again.
"What!?" There was a sound of something being kicked over there, and he stuttered in shock, "What, what's going on! When did it happen!?"
"Yesterday, she, she jumped off the building..." She held her phone and couldn't help crying.
"Huo Shaoyan, my sister is dead, she is dead, tell me what to do? Huo Shaoyan..." Her words were incoherent, and her sobs were mixed with cries. It was like that day when he was on the riverside and saw a girl who wanted to jump.
She was so desperate when Jiang committed suicide.
"Wait for me, I'll be right over!" Afraid of what she might do, Huo Shaoyan hung up the phone decisively.
A beep sounded instantly, but she still held the phone for a long time without putting it down.
Her cries echoed in the cemetery, each one hoarse and each one more sad than the last.
The pines and cypresses are green, the floating clouds in the sky are distant, and the world will never change just because of the death of a person.