The breeze blew gently through the bamboo forest in front of me, making a rustling sound.
Looking at the ancient blue brick path in the bamboo forest, I remembered that I was here and there.
"Yibu..." It was Puxia Village. I jumped to Yan Yeyi's side excitedly, feeling a little inexplicable.
I didn't expect that I'm back. I'm really back here. Yibu, I'm about to see him.
I waited patiently for what Yan Yeyi would say. I thought he must have brought me back to see those little ghosts!
"Are you happy?" Yan Yeyi didn't show any expression and just asked me lightly. He held the bunch of carnations that were a little messed up by him and started walking into the bamboo forest.
I stood there unhappily, looking at his back and ignoring him.
Why is he so crazy? He was fine this morning. I didn't offend him. Why is he acting like a young master to me?
As soon as Yan Ye felt that I was not following him, he suddenly stopped, turned around and walked to me
"Go and see my mother first. I'll take you to the village later." Yan Ye smiled, took my hand and left. He turned his back to me, not letting me see his expression.
His mother? Carnation? So his mother’s grave is here! No wonder he didn’t look cold all the way. It’s his fault for being too stingy.
I didn't dare to look at him, so I had to lower my head and count the bricks under my feet and follow his footsteps.
I held his hand all the way until my neck felt sore and numb, and I bumped my head against his back before I stopped.
"Oops..." I wanted to raise my head, but my neck, which had been hanging down for too long, suddenly felt like it was pricked by a sharp silver needle, causing me to cry out in numbness.
Yan Yeyi let go of my hand, walked a few steps forward, and slammed the delicate carnation in his hand into a pine and cypress tree in front of him.
The pines and cypresses are very beautiful, and the cone-shaped trees are like a small pyramid.
I stopped rubbing my neck in shock, and my twisted expression slowly calmed down.
The bouquet that Yan Ye dropped into the haystack was scattered all over the floor, and the milky white wrapping paper was blown away by the wind, as if it was about to be blown away.
It turns out that this is the cemetery of Yan Yeyi and his mother. I remember this hillside is the hillside where I and those little ghosts hid last time. There are scattered daisies in front of the big pine tree not far away.
Well, last time Yan Yeyi didn't tell me that his mother's tomb was right next to here, and he didn't seem to bring any flowers.