It is located in the scenic area of Yannan District. It is a cemetery with landscape garden style closest to the center of the district. The cemetery has a high terrain and a clean blessed land. It has a reasonable layout and every household faces south. The free life bridge in the park is erected to the north and south, and the living water source is microwaved.
The rippling green mountains and green waters are pleasing to the eye; the pavilions and pavilions are even more elegant. It is only more than ten minutes' walk from the Angel House Orphanage.
When Ye Chenyu bought the scented wax paper money at Shangguan Xiangxiang, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon.
It's the hot summer season, so there are already very few passers-by at this point, and with the National Day approaching, places like cemeteries seem even more deserted.
When I walked to the entrance of the cemetery, the only person guarding the door was an old man. After asking the two of them their intentions, he let them through without any obstruction. His brows were furrowed, and there was a doubt in his eyes. Perhaps he was guessing, what should he do at this time?
Will anyone come to pay homage to the deceased elders? There is no need to rush to choose such a festive day, right?
Like the old man at the gate, Ye Chenyu was also puzzled.
Although it was his first time to come into contact with such a thing as a cemetery, Ye Chenyu was no stranger to graves, because on the top of the Xiling Snow Mountain, the most ferocious mountain with an altitude of more than 5,000 meters, which was destroyed by strong winds, there was a special piece of land.
The cemetery created by various means should be more accurately called a cemetery.
When he was very young, the old man took the ignorant Ye Chenyu to that place. At that time, he timidly asked the old man what kind of place it was and how many people were buried there?
At that time, the old man told the young Ye Chenyu that it was the place where ancestors were buried. Some names were imprinted on monuments for eternity, and some died with no names, but every one of them was truly unparalleled during their lifetime.
Heroes are unparalleled in their power; as for the number of people reaching hundreds of thousands or even more, it can be said to be countless.
Therefore, Ye Chenyu was not afraid of the tombs that stood in the Huaxia Cemetery. However, he was forced and threatened by the old man to go to Huaxia, and finally he willingly became the personal bodyguard of Shangguan Xiangxiang and other three beauties.
So far, except for Shangguan Hong and Shangguan Xiangxiang, no one in the entire Shangguan family knows anything about them, let alone who is buried here.
But Ye Chenyu also saw it.
Shangguan Xiangxiang felt extremely depressed as soon as she entered the cemetery. Ye Chenyu was afraid that he would say the wrong thing, so he simply said nothing. He followed her wherever she went, remaining silent along the way.
"..."
I walked past the tombs one after another until I entered the deepest part of the Huaxia Cemetery. The only one standing in the cemetery among the clear mountains and green waters was surrounded by a lonely tomb. Next to the tomb, a green pine was growing vigorously, and the tomb was full of flowers.
All kinds of flowers are decorated in an extraordinary way.
In fact, the fact that there is only one such tomb on the entire mountain already reflects the special nature of its owner.
Shangguan Xiangxiang and Ye Chenyu walked directly to the tomb. Only then did he see clearly that the name carved on the tombstone was "Shangguan's Yun Qingguo, Shangguan Hong's Wife's Tomb", which recorded the details of the sudden death.
Year and month, the appearance in the photo on his tombstone is 70% similar to Shangguan Xiangxiang.
"Beauty boss, this is yours..."
Ye Chenyu had already realized something, but was afraid of touching her sadness and hesitated to speak.
"Did you guess it?"
Let Ye Chenyu stand aside. Since the state stipulates that people cannot burn paper money and set off firecrackers in the cemetery, Shangguan Xiangxiang did it himself, lighting the incense and wax with ease, and his raised cheeks were filled with a happy smile.
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Shangguan Xiangxiang knelt three times and kowtowed respectfully. Strictly speaking, a bodyguard like Ye Chenyu was undoubtedly an outsider, but he still bowed three times out of politeness.
Nestling next to the tombstone, Shangguan Xiangxiang played with a wild flower picked in front of the tomb, and said with a pursed smile: "You are right, this is the tomb of my mother, who died when I was 16 years old.
Already."
"People can't be resurrected after death, so please accept the change and accept the change!"
Hearing the sound, Ye Chenyu was startled, but he didn't expect that his speculation was actually true. For a moment, he couldn't find any words to comfort Shangguan Xiangxiang.
"I'm not sad."
Shangguan Xiangxiang smiled stubbornly, touched the picture of the pretty face on the stone tablet with her fingers, pursed her lips and said: "For other people, days like National Day are beautiful no matter where they go.
But for me, only the Huaxia Cemetery is my paradise."
"Heaven?"
Ye Chenyu was stunned. A cemetery, to put it mildly, is a large cemetery where the ashes of the dead are buried. This kind of place is so gloomy that there can never be any joy. This is the first time he has heard of such a place.
, it will actually be a paradise for one person.
"Yes, this day every year, this place every year, the same picture every year, is my paradise."
Shangguan Xiangxiang seemed to be talking to Ye Chenyu, and also seemed to be mumbling to herself, more like confiding to her deceased mother: "In the eyes of ordinary people, the average big family is for political and profit purposes.
Marriage is a common and normal phenomenon. The same goes for my father and mother, but fortunately, they love each other very much. Although they cannot live a life where men farm and women weave, they only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals, but they are also very
It’s extremely valuable.”
"My birth is the best gift this world has given to my parents. From the time I could remember things, I knew that I had a happy family."
"However, happiness is always short-lived, and pain seems to be eternal. When I was 13 years old, our family of three was attacked while traveling in Miao Xinjiang. At that time, all the bodyguards brought by the family died.
My mother also died to protect me, and my father also suffered serious injuries to protect me. If the rescue had not been timely, I am afraid that I would be..."
"Afterwards, my father didn't cry, he told me to be strong; I didn't cry either, I told him to be strong."
"About half a year later, my father recovered from his injuries. He had never left me, and he was missing for three full months. At that time, some people said that my father went to take revenge, and he was alone for three full months.
He massacred 13 families and 24 factions, and more than a thousand people died at his hands. In fact, I am the only one who knows best. In those three months, my father killed a total of 4,289 people with the sole purpose of revenge."
