Narentoya's cry was so pitiful, with pain and forbearance. Her sobs were not loud enough to make her feel flustered.
I walked towards the curtain by mistake. At this moment, I didn't know what the temptation was, and I actually raised the curtain that blocked my view.
In an instant, I saw Narentoya's tearful face and the two wooden tablets enshrined on the table, with the names of the deceased engraved on them.
Behind the wooden sign, there is also the last photo of the deceased that will remain in this world.
When I looked at the photo on the back of the wooden sign, I was stunned.
His vision instantly became blurry and trembling.
When the tears fell, I saw clearly again and dared to confirm.
"...It's really you, Rao Xuyao!"
Life is a destiny, from the starting point to the end, from nothing to something, from something to nothing. Although it is destined to disappear, but the numerous noises have come, loved and hurt, and then smile innocently,
Therefore, I have no regrets. Years pass by, my youth is gone, how much melancholy, how much confusion, just because the cutting continues, the reason is still broken. These feelings and scenes are like a dream, my heart is moved and my mind is moved, just to pursue this incomprehensible fate.
.
I never thought that the ending for you and me would be tragic.
Rao Xuyao. The goodbye you said to me turns out to be true and never seen again.
I knelt in front of Rao Xuyao's wooden sign and looked at the Mongolian name engraved on the door sign: Jirigala.
I don’t understand the meaning of your name. Later, Mu Shiqin told me that Jirigala means happiness in Chinese!
But, dear, are you happy?
If you were happy, why did you leave like this with so much sadness and reluctance?
What happened to make you die so tragically?
Narentuoya is Rao Xuyao's mother.
In the face of my sadness, her performance made me even more relieved.
She supported me, cried and asked me, "What's your name?"
I looked straight at the photo, and the black and white color hurt my eyes.
"Ye Ruoxi. My name is Ye Ruoxi!"
Narentoya held my hand tremblingly. "Yes, it's you. It's you. The person my son asked me to wait for is you."
I looked at her confused, "What do you mean?"
Could it be that Rao Xuyao had expected that he would die?
Narentuoya wiped away two tears and continued, "Fifteen years ago, Jirigala was severely hit by the death of his father and ran away from home. He has been away for ten years. There is no news, just monthly payments.
I sent more money to my family every time. I thought he was going to have a career outside. But, just five years ago, one midsummer night, he suddenly came home. I thought he was finally willing to stay with me. That night he
He talked to me a lot. He said that he was going to a place very far away, and he was going to wait for someone there. A woman named Ruoxi. He said that he promised her to wait for her at that place, and he just waited.
She is alone. He also said that if a woman named Ruoxi comes to see him, he will give this to her." She took out a piece of yellowed paper from behind Rao Xuyao's black and white photo.
I opened it carefully with trembling hands. It seemed to be a physical examination report. It was all written in English in large and small letters. With my ability, I couldn't understand it at all. I could only see the date written below, October 2005.
The 23rd happened to be the day before he left.
Narentoya wiped her tears and continued, "He died that night without any warning. When the parade was held the next day, all the birds hovering over him were dead. Everyone said it was unlucky, no.
He was buried and buried, and his body was brought to life, without even leaving the whole body. Wuwuwu...my son! Jirigala."
I held the yellowed physical examination report tightly in my hand. The strings of English words, like spells, wrote Rao Xuyao's unknown secrets.