A complete skeleton lay there, with no trace of flesh and blood on the body, just bones. Through the skull, one could only imagine the mother's deep-set eye sockets, angular cheeks, and even the dimples on her cheeks...
Her slender fingers and arms, satin-like hair, exquisite eyes, elegant back, warm smile...
None of this can be seen from the bones, it's just Haiyue imagining...
Imagining the most beautiful appearance of my mother in her memory, all the appearances of my mother...
Fenghua turned into bones.
It seems to integrate all the vicissitudes of the world.
…
Like all white bones, nothing can be seen from this corpse. The skin, flesh, blood and clothes have long since turned into dust and drifted away in the wind.
Everything can only be sad and sweet imagination.
"Haitang, this is my mother..." Haiyue held Haitang's hand tightly, her eyes filled with the regret of not wanting to lose her mother.
But unfortunately, the bones are right in front of me.
"She loved being beautiful so much when she was young, so why did she end up like this?" Haiyue said to herself, as if she was telling the bones again.
"If she knew that she would become like this, she would definitely not be willing to accept it. We will make her a beautiful dress and let her be buried in glory..." Haiyue was still talking to herself.
Gradually she became less excited, and Haitang's hand had already been scratched with several marks.
Haiyue began to caress the bones, as if her mother's warmth was still hidden there...
I have always felt that she is still alive, but why is this feeling so inaccurate? I want to turn around, but I can't bear to see her like this, and I am afraid that I will never see her like this again...
Datong called Haitang aside.
"Is this really your mother?" Datong asked.
"The bracelet is..." Haitang said.
Haiyue finally released all her emotions, hugged the body and cried bitterly...
My mother died unjustly, died miserably...
"Brother-in-law, what's going on here?" Haiyue asked when she saw a scar on the corpse's leg.
It must hurt so much that it hurts the bones.
"This is a scar. Wu Zuo said that she should have been stabbed in the leg before she was alive, and it was an old wound." Haitang said.
How painful it must be, Haiyue thought...
"Sister, do you remember that Mom had a knife wound on her leg before?" Haitang asked.
This sentence reminded Haiyue.
She shook her head and saw her mother's slender calves. If even the bones could be injured, there must be scars on the surface of the skin. But there were no scars on the surface of the skin. But mother, there were no scars at all. She was in perfect condition. She walked like the wind, and she didn't move.
Limping.
"Datong, can we tell how old this scar is?" Haitang asked doubtfully.
"Wu Zuo said, within fifteen to twelve years, it won't be wrong." Datong answered affirmatively.
"At that time, my mother was still with us, which means that this corpse is not my mother's!" Haitang said.
After hearing this, Haiyue suddenly realized that she held back her tears. She looked carefully at the scars and rubbed the bones. There was absolutely no such thing as her mother.
Hearing this, Datong also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Maybe Mom is still alive, as long as we don't give up looking for her, didn't you say that you always feel that she is still alive?" Haitang said to Haiyue.
Haiyue nodded, a little embarrassed, the tears she cried just now were in vain, this is not my mother.
Back at the Yamen, Datong personally handed the copper bracelet to Haiyue.