The morning sun was shining brightly. Shen Qiao was sitting in a black private car, looking at the scenery outside the window. As expected, Kang Lihui did not miss the opportunity to establish a good image this time. Yesterday, he took advantage of the media's call to bury He Manli in a grand ceremony. The incident was published, which also let me know that my mother was buried in that cemetery, which happened to be buried next to my own grave.
Under the dazzling sunshine, the cemetery is lying quietly in this peaceful land.
Shen Qiao asked the driver to stop at the door, then got out of the car alone with a bouquet of lilies, walked through the path, and came to this quiet land. Because it was not the season for sweeping graves, the surroundings were extremely quiet and there was no sound.
A breeze blew gently, sweeping up the fallen leaves on the ground and falling beside the tombstone. She was seen walking towards a brand-new tomb. On the tombstone, there were no extra eulogies or even the signatures of any relatives, as if she was an abandoned person. Like an orphan, there are only a few simple words - the grave of Kang Yaqiao, who died at the age of nineteen.
Nineteen years old, she is so young, it is the period when her bud is ready to bloom. Unfortunately, her beauty has already withered before she had time to bloom.
Looking at her tombstone, a responsible emotion flashed in Shen Qiao's eyes. After a long time, she turned her eyes to another new grave next to her, leaned down, and gently put down the lily in her hand, "Mommy , I'm here to see you!" Shen Qiao said silently in her heart, thinking of her mother always made her heart ached.
She knelt down. Shen Qiao didn't cry. She just quietly recalled her mother's smile. Those were the courage to live for her. However, after kneeling for a long time, Shen Qiao felt more and more pain in her heart and in her legs. It has already become numb, as if it no longer belongs to her.
Shen Qiao moved with difficulty, approached the tombstone, and slowly shrank her body, just like she used to snuggle into her mother's arms, trying to absorb the long-lost warmth.
Even though the sun is shining, the cold tombstone still emits a faint chill inexplicably, which makes Shen Qiao feel chilly in her heart. But Shen Qiao doesn't mind. It's so rare to be able to accompany mommy like this without any scruples. Chance.
The surroundings were very quiet. Shen Qiao was about to speak, but was interrupted by the sound of footsteps not far away. Shen Qiao was slightly startled, and immediately stood up and walked to other tombstones. Using the cover of the tombstones, she moved her slender body He hid himself, raised his ears and watched the intruder warily.
Strange, who else would come to pay homage to Mommy?
I saw a neatly dressed and good-looking woman, holding a bouquet of white roses in her hand, walking towards He Manli's cemetery. As soon as she arrived at the cemetery, she knelt down. Shen Qiao, who was not far away, was so emotional that she almost couldn't help it. Can feel it.
"Madam, I'm sorry, it's really none of my business."
She knew this person. She was Zhou Wen, the manager of the private club that day! Shen Qiao almost screamed and quickly covered her mouth. Because the private club belonged to the Kang family, she had met Zhou Wen several times before. .
"Madam, please rest in peace. I will come to pay homage to you every New Year and festival. I just hope you won't torture me anymore." Zhou Wen's fair face was full of nervousness, and she said excitedly while burning paper money.
Shen Qiao has never seen Zhou Wen so excited. In her impression, Zhou Wen is always calm and cold, with few emotional ups and downs. When hearing such exciting words, Shen Qiao's heart is also ups and downs, and she can't extricate herself. Zhou Wen She must know something? Maybe she has done something else!