My heart clenched. These things couldn't be more familiar. Why did he choose today? Isn't his death anniversary tomorrow? Thinking of the harshness between father and son just now, I suddenly understood that Fenghuang deliberately missed a day with his father.
"It has been eight years. Uncle Hong always prepares everything in advance. The tacit understanding between me and him has lasted for seven years. However, Uncle Hong and my father have shared a secret for the same seven years." Fenghuang lowered his head, flaxen
Colorful hair covered his eyebrows.
Fenghuang opened the car door: "Get in the car."
The cemetery is surrounded by pines and cypresses, green trees, the central garden is bustling, and the red carps in the release pond are swimming happily. This place full of life is the place where relatives will rest forever. Fenghuang and I
While walking through the cemetery one after the other, I was delighted to find that Fenghuang did not wear cloak-like clothes, nor did he ask me to block him from the dazzling sunlight. His whole body was completely exposed to the sun, and his commitment was further enhanced.
As we stepped onto the long steps, Fenghuang's steps became slower and slower. I quickly caught up with him: "I'll get the things."
"No need." Fenghuang said coldly, "I want to deliver it to her personally."
The woman on the tombstone has long hair shawl, her mouth is raised, her eyes are bright, her right hand is on her chin, and she is looking forward playfully. Fenghuang reaches out and touches her face: "Mom, I'm here to see you."
A gust of wind blew and lightly touched Fenghuang's cheek. He closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. I think he must have imagined that the wind was his mother's gentle hand, caressing his face. The wind suddenly stopped and Fenghuang opened his eyes.
When I opened my eyes, the smile just now was gone, replaced by an inexplicable melancholy: "It's been eight years, why did you leave me? No one told me the answer. The hospital never mentioned it, and he was even less willing to talk about this topic.
Mom, how long do I have to wait?"
I was shocked, Fenghuang didn’t know the cause of his mother’s death!
Fenghuang arranged the flowers in front of the tombstone. This tenderness made my heart ache, "I just want her to see you."
"Oh." I didn't know how to answer.
"On that night eight years ago, I saw her body slowly sliding down and looking at me with tears in her eyes. She must have tried all her strength to touch my face, but she was just a little bit short.
Just a little bit, she fell to the ground, her red dress spread out, it was really dazzling." Fenghuang stared at the photo on the tombstone.
"I don't like the smell of the hospital. That smell annihilates the smell of mother. I really want to remember the smell of mother, but it's all the smell of disinfectant!" Fenghuang grabbed the tombstone with his hand: "Why, I can't even smell it at all."
Can’t remember…”
Fenghuang and I finally found something in common - we both don't like the smell of hospitals.
Time seemed to have stopped. Fenghuang was immersed in the memory of his mother. My heart also felt a pain when my mother's gentle voice came: "Ruolan, you have to believe that happiness will come gradually, and you should take good care of yourself in the future..."
"Okay, let's go." Fenghuang took a breath and stood up holding the tombstone.
We went down the steps and saw Uncle Hong unexpectedly. In fact, it was just me who was surprised. Feng Huang had an expression that he had expected: "Why don't you go up and have a look?"
"Your Majesty, the method of stimulating generals is of no use to me." Uncle Hong penetrated Feng Huang's thoughts and shook his head with a wry smile: "Otherwise, why would you wait until now? Only your father can tell you the answer. I have no reasonable position."
"The day my mother passed away, you and my father were both there." Fenghuang said, "What happened before I opened the door?"
Fenghuang pressed forward step by step, and his chest hit Uncle Hong's arm: "What happened?!"
Uncle Hong closed his eyes, but his chest was heaving, and Fenghuang became more aggressive: "Tell me, what exactly happened that day?!"