After a few years apart, Xu Wanqing felt mixed emotions in her heart when she returned to this home.
Xiao's mother laughed and said: "Since I came back last time, I have been cleaning up here every day. Qingqing, look at it, is it the same as before?"
Xu Wanqing nodded, hugged her gently and said, "Thank you, mom!"
Mother Xiao was filled with emotion when she called her mother, and she responded repeatedly. Seeing Xiao Zhuoyan standing there and giggling, she ordered: "Why are you giggling? Why don't you hurry up and cook?"
Xiao Zhuoyan scratched his head and walked away with a smile, put on an apron and went to the kitchen.
Xu Wanqing chatted with Xiao's mother for a while and then quietly walked into the kitchen.
It's not that I've never seen Xiao Zhuoyan wearing an apron before, but this is the first time in this family.
It was already dusk, and the orange-yellow sunset shone warmly on the window panes. Some of the light fell on his face, like a furry golden rim on his face, and the originally rigid facial lines suddenly became soft.
, he was chopping vegetables very attentively, not knowing what to do, and chopped the green onions very finely.
Xu Wanqing tilted her head and looked at him. From her perspective, Xiao Zhuoyan, who was cutting vegetables with his head down, had a homely feel. The man in his memory who was taciturn and always well-dressed seemed to have disappeared, and what was left was warmth.
and tenderness.
She walked over quietly and hugged his waist from behind.
He was startled for a moment, then turned around with a smile, pecked her lips gently, and said softly: "Aren't you tired? Go back and have a rest?"
Xu Wanqing shook her head and said, "Let's do it together."
The most perfect picture in my memory is like this. There is no need for any kind of romance. Just like all the ordinary couples in this world, cooking together and talking together. Such plain and ordinary happiness is enough.
The next day, we went to visit Xu Wanqing’s mother’s grave together.
Xu Wanqing bought a lot of candles, paper money and the like, and went straight to the cemetery. She didn't know how good the occasion was, but suddenly it started to rain lightly in the originally sunny weather. There were almost no people in the cemetery, and it was far away.
About ten meters away, there was someone holding a black umbrella and standing solemnly. Xu Wanqing took a few more glances and vaguely felt that the person's figure was somewhat familiar, so she said to Xiao Zhuoyan: "Look over there.
Who does that person look like?"
Xiao Zhuoyan turned to look, and then said lightly: "We don't know each other."
The two of them found Xu Wanqing's mother's row, where smoke was lingering.
Xu Wanqing screamed, "Who could it be? Mom seems to have no other relatives in T City!"
"Maybe he is a friend of your mother." Xiao Zhuoyan put down the candle in his hand and said, "After all, he is the one who remembers your mother."
"Look at the ashes are still hot, I guess they just left!" Xu Wanqing turned around and saw that there was no one except the dark figure holding a black umbrella, so she asked again: "Do you think it's that person?"
People? Why don’t we go over and say hello!”
After standing up, Xiao Zhuoyan grabbed her and said, "It's not too late to finish the sacrifice first and then go."
Xu Wanqing lit the paper money and looked at her mother's portrait on the tombstone. She couldn't help but burst into tears again. She cried sadly for a while, and then talked for a while in front of the tomb. In fact, the person who was already sleeping forever
How could she hear these words? It’s just that she missed her too much and couldn’t express her feelings. Fortunately, Xiao Zhuoyan accompanied her to act silly and silently looked at the portrait on the tombstone...