The cold wind mixed with rain rolled by in an icy way.
Lifting the strands of hair from her forehead, she brushed the hem of her dark skirt.
The low voice is heartbreakingly heavy.
A thin figure, but standing strong in the wind and rain.
mom……
mom……
"mom--"
There were countless voices in my heart, and finally, with a hint of sadness that penetrated my bones, it rolled from my throat and rushed out of my lips and teeth.
Heartbreaking!
"Cynthia, if you want to cry... just cry!"
Li Yi didn't know how to comfort her.
But looking at her pale face, cold eyes, and the sadness hidden in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, I couldn't help but say: "It will be better if you cry."
Bo Jinghan obviously heard what he said, but she didn't answer. She just squatted down and stared at the tombstone closely.
Get closer, get closer to mom...
In the blink of an eye, it has been fifteen years since my mother left, and it has been five years since she left this hometown.
For fifteen years, more than five thousand days and nights, you have been all alone here, while that scumbag named Ye has a beautiful woman in his arms and good wine in his hand.
Is it worth it? Do you hate it?
His green-white fingertips slowly brushed against the bright red small script on the monument.
Trace it stroke by stroke.
It was as if I wanted to burn this name into my heart, word by word.
——Bo Qingqing.
"Cynthia..."
He hesitated to speak, and Li Yi stretched out his hand to pull him up.
Before his hand touched her shoulder, she heard her say in a low voice: "I am not qualified to cry now. Li Yi... give me a testimony of what I said today!"
Li Yi's hand trembled slightly.
When he suddenly heard her calling his name so solemnly, he was not startled and turned to look at her.
After looking at each other for half a moment, Li Yi nodded solemnly.
"Okay, let me bear witness for you. I believe Aunt Qing will believe you too!"
As he said that, Li Yi bent down, patted her shoulder gently, and reached out to her: "Cynthia, let's go, don't disturb Aunt Qing's rest. Come and see her after you finish everything you need to do."
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I don't know if it's a psychological effect.
When we left, the cold wind became much gentler and the rain gradually became lighter.
But Bo Jinghan's steps were still so heavy and heavy.
Every step contains too much pain, including parting, hatred, love and longing...
Li Yi held an umbrella and followed her silently.
They met a middle-aged man holding a bouquet of blue hydrangeas, holding an umbrella alone, walking towards them, and then passed by.
Li Yi's attention was all on the people around him and he didn't pay attention.
On the other hand, Bao Jinghan, as if he suddenly came back to his senses, said "Hey" and stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong?"
Without answering, Bo Jinghan turned his head and looked at the vigorous back of the middle-aged man.
I found the man approaching my mother's tombstone...
I gasped, the cold wind seemed to rush into my throat all of a sudden.
Bo Jinghan was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened suddenly, staring at the back.
But the man moved, stood in front of the tombstone next door, and put down the bouquet.
The look in his eyes suddenly darkened.
Bo Jinghan shook his head slightly and raised the corners of his mouth in self-mockery.
Maybe she is too sensitive? No one stipulates that chrysanthemums must be used for sacrificial sweeps... Maybe the person next to me likes hydrangeas like my mother?
"Cynthia, this..."
"Let's go!"
His eyes swept over.
Finally, taking a deep look at the tombstone in the distance, Bo Jinghan bit his lower lip, turned around resolutely, and walked down the mountain.
