Mei Zi's home is in the city, a full two hundred kilometers away from the outer suburbs where Qiao Qiao wants to go.
Although Meizi asked the driver to take her off again and again, Qiaoqiao politely refused. Although it is 200 kilometers away, there is a direct bus and it can be reached in three hours.
Sitting on the bus, due to two consecutive days of insomnia, she fell asleep as soon as she got on the bus. From the city to the expressway, the journey was smooth and she slept peacefully.
I slept for two hours, and when I woke up, I was already driving on a bumpy road in the suburbs.
The last time I came here was three years ago. Looking at it now, not much has changed. I lay on the window and looked out, and my sleepy eyes finally opened.
I was going to visit my mother's grave. Today was her memorial day. I deliberately didn't mention it to Meizi. After all, she was getting married and I didn't want to affect her mood.
Before the age of ten, Qiao Qiao lived with her mother in the countryside. After her mother passed away, she was taken back to the Cen family. For this, she was often laughed at. Sometimes her quarrels with Cen Zhiyou would often end with her being a wild girl.
But she only has feelings for this place. It seems that this is the only home for her and her mother.
It was past noon when the car arrived at the station, and we walked up the road. There was a specially enclosed cemetery on the top of the mountain, and my mother was buried there.
At that time, Cen's father also thought about taking his mother's ashes to H City, but the young Cen Zhiqiao refused.
She knew that she loved this place, and so did her mother. She loved the free air, not the iron walls of the Cen family.
Surprisingly, the area around the tomb was very neat, as if someone had taken care of it. Cen Zhiqiao tidied it up briefly, and then put the bouquet of flowers he had brought there.
It is my mother's favorite alfalfa, and its petals are like stars in the sky. My mother always said that as long as you live, you will have hope, and you will never give up even at the last moment of your life...
The wind was a bit cold, blowing the hair around her ears. Cen Zhiqiao knelt on the spot, looking at her mother's photo on the tombstone, she curled her lips: "Mom, I'm back, I miss you so much..."
In her heart, there was always only one relative, her mother. She was resentful towards her father. He gave her mother hope, but made her live a lonely life clinging to this hope. Even at the moment of her death, she never blamed her.
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But mother is not blamed, Qiao Qiao is blamed, because he only has eyes for Cen Zhiyou, even if he is bullied, he will show favoritism.
It is said that a child with a mother has milk to eat, but she was the poor child who had no milk to eat.