Mrs. Qiangwei's bright eyes like autumn water suddenly flashed a strange look. There was no displeasure at all, but some complicated meanings.
"Mrs. Qiangwei, where is Chu Yilun buried? We want to pay homage..."
"Where did he lose it?" Liang Liang raised his head, his face was as pale as snow, and his whole figure was shaky as if his soul had been sucked out.
"The sea area between Soachi Island and Aegean Island, 147 degrees Tokyo, 21 degrees south latitude." Mrs. Rose answered carefully, her voice was slightly choked, and there were still tears on her face.
of imprints.
"What was the situation like at that time? I remember that Allen's exclusive aircraft did not have the world's top configuration?"
"On September 15th, for some unknown reason, Allen suddenly decided to fly back to China from Europe..."
Cheng Liuli's eyes dimmed. September 15th was the day before her eighteenth birthday.
"...The weather that day was not very good, the sea was very rough, and it was drizzling in the sky. His father and I both persuaded him not to go, but he was very insistent and would fly back to China immediately no matter what...
...It was fine when the plane took off, the rain was not heavy, but not long after takeoff, it encountered strong convective weather, lightning and thunder, strong winds, and heavy rain. The plane could not move forward, so it had to make an emergency landing on a very small island.
..... During the emergency landing, a bolt of lightning struck the tail of the wing, and the plane exploded in the sky. Half of it fell into the sea, and the other half turned into wreckage and scattered on the island..."
"Alan, has Allen's body been recovered?" Cheng Lili looked like a patient suffering from severe malaria. His teeth and tongue were shaking, so much so that he could hardly produce a completely clear speech.
Madam Qiangwei suddenly turned her head sideways, and bursts of uncontrollable sobs came out of her throat.
"Madam——" Cheng Liuli's eyes were red, but he still persevered.
"Aaron's body fell into the sea and was recovered from the shore eleven hours later thanks to the efforts of three thousand search and rescue personnel..."
"...Have you been buried...?" Cheng Liuli's voice was rough, like the roughest stone rubbed against it.
Yesilo stood beside her and put a warm hand on her shoulder. She sat upright and looked at Madam Qiangwei intently, unaware of it.
"... Already... Already buried..." Mrs. Qiangwei finally couldn't help but burst into tears, her shoulders shrugged violently, "My child, I, Chu Qiangwei, no longer have a son.
No more, no more..."
"Madam, Allen, where is he buried? Is it a burial or a cremation?" Cheng Liuli sat like an old monk about to reach nirvana, with no expression on his face, and his eyes were gloomy, more than despair.
There was even more indifferent silence.
"Cremation." Mrs. Qiangwei softly uttered two words.
Cheng Lili seemed to have finally awakened his consciousness, and his eyes slowly became slightly focused, "I remember Allen said before that Suo Yaqi's custom is to bury them in the ground?"
Mrs. Qiangwei's tears finally broke through the tear ducts completely, and tears burst out, "Until his death, Allen did not wait for the Doug royal family to recognize his ancestors... He was an illegitimate child until his death.
.... Even after his death, he was not qualified to be buried in the royal cemetery... This makes me, a mother, so embarrassed, so sad..."