Fenghuang Mountain Cemetery is very large, almost occupying an entire mountain. Looking around, there are dense tombstones everywhere among the ancient cypresses and pines. The scene is so spectacular that it is difficult to imagine how many people are buried here.
In a shady hill, Zhao Xin finally found the tombstone, which simply wrote a few words: "Tomb of Yao Weiwen and her beloved son". There was not even a photo or the date of birth and death.
Two people share one grave, perhaps because the neighbors wanted to save money. Zhao Xin could understand this. As they had no relatives, it was a very benevolent thing for others to chip in and buy this cemetery to bury their mother and son.
What made Zhao Xin a little surprised was that there was actually a bouquet of flowers placed in front of the tombstone. Although it was gone, it had not withered yet. It must have happened in the past few days, and there were traces of burning paper money on the side. But she had been with the tombstone since she was a child.
The mother was dependent on each other and had no relatives or friends except some neighbors. Who would come to pay homage to their mother and son at their graves after so many years?
I sat blankly in front of the grave for a while, and all that came to my mind were bits and pieces of my previous life with my mother:
"You are a man, don't be afraid if you fall, stand up bravely..." This was my mother's constant encouragement when I encountered setbacks and failures.
"You are God's grace, that's why you are different from ordinary people. Don't be sad about this. One day you will be proud of yourself..." This is because I was ridiculed and bullied at school, feeling depressed and sad.
At that time, my mother was as comforting as the spring breeze.
"...No matter what hardships there are ahead, you must learn to be strong and live bravely..." This was the last time he saw his mother, and her mother said to her through special glass that was stronger than steel.
As she spoke, her eyes were filled with tears, but she held it back and not a drop fell from the beginning to the end.
As she thought about it, Zhao Xin's heart twitched, and the hand holding the tombstone tightened tighter and tighter. Due to the exertion, even the veins on the back of the hand protruded, which was shocking to see.
With a "click", he broke off a piece of the thick tombstone, which looked like it was made of tofu. The sharp edges pierced his palm, and blood immediately seeped out, but Zhao Xin seemed to be unconscious.
As if, he still held the broken tombstone tightly, tightening it more and more, until it was completely crushed into powder and the fragments flowed out from the gaps between his fingers and scattered on the ground.
Zhao Xin knew that her mother wanted to die in order to free her from any worries. Otherwise, she had always been in good health. Even if she had been overly sad and mentally exhausted over the years, she would never have died in her forties. It could be said that
He was able to regain his new life and freedom entirely because his mother sacrificed her life for it. Although he had tried every means in the past three years to give everyone their due retribution at all costs, he still couldn't be happy in his heart, because even if he spent all his money, he would not be happy.
Even if the world comes to bury her, it is impossible for my mother to come back to life!
Biting his lower lip, Zhao Xin struggled to dig holes in the hard ground with his hands. His fingers were bruised and bloody, but he remained silent. The blood stains on the dark soil and stones and grass clippings were extremely dazzling.
After digging the hole, he carefully took out the urn that had been close to his chest and gently placed it in the hole. He held his breath during the whole process and moved very gently, as if he was afraid of waking his mother from her deep sleep.
In order to retrieve his mother's bones, he went through a lot of troubles. He even knew there was a trap, but he still rushed in regardless of it with the determination to die. Although he was fully prepared for the battle, he used various tactics such as attacking in the east and in the west.
The performance of "Mou" is extremely classic and perfect, but head-on fighting is inevitable.
A thrilling and extremely dangerous fight left him with more than ten large and small injuries all over his body. No less than a hundred people died directly or indirectly at his hands. It can be said that corpses were strewn across the field and blood flowed like rivers. Looking around, the ground was covered with blood.
The broken bones and broken bones were dripping with blood, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood. It was like a hellish Shura field on earth, which made the American military's expression change and everyone was in danger. And this was his only one in the past three years.
Once he was fighting head-on, at other times he was either hiding behind the scenes and planning arrangements, or he was drifting thousands of miles away, making it impossible for anyone to trace his whereabouts, let alone sniper and set up an ambush. Of course, even if they were to set up an ambush, they didn't have full control.
He was sure to be able to keep him. That near-massacre battle had frightened many people.
After covering up the soil and filling it up so that there was almost no difference, Zhao Xin said silently in her heart: "Mom, rest in peace here. I will come back to accompany you often."
He always carried the urn with him, never leaving it when eating or sleeping, as if his mother had always been by his side. If he hadn't thought about laying it into a grave so that his mother wouldn't be wandering around again, he wouldn't have put it away at all.
Mother's urn is placed here.
Before leaving, Zhao Xin reached out and touched the tombstone. When her hand left, the three words "Ji Aizi" on the tombstone had been completely erased. If it weren't for the traces of a knife and axe, it would have been like a tombstone.
Originally there were only the words "Yao Weiwen's Tomb" on it.
After coming down from Fenghuang Mountain, Zhao Xin felt a little more relaxed. Placing his mother's urn could be regarded as settling one of his worries. My mother was born and raised here, so let her sleep here forever! Continued
Next, he had to deal with another worry. After settling these matters, he could put down his burden, completely forget the past, and start a new life of his own.
He had arranged everything before coming back, even the identity of "Zhao Xin".
I took a taxi to a community in the north of the city. After getting off the car, I felt that the surroundings were in chaos. Even the exterior walls of many houses had a large circle painted with white paint, and a big word "demolished" was written inside. Look.
At this scene, Zhao Xin couldn't help but worry about whether the person she was looking for still lived here? If he had moved away, he might have to spend a lot of time.
The building is an old-fashioned tube building with poor ventilation and light transmittance. Even though the sun is shining brightly outside, the corridor is still very dark, giving people an eerie feeling.
Climb up the narrow and steep stairs to the seventh floor. There are four households upstairs, but the house numbers are rusty due to age, making it difficult to identify. Zhao Xin hesitated for a moment and rang the door of the first house on the right.
But there was no movement inside after knocking several times, so he knocked on the second door in turn.
This time the door opened quickly. The person who opened the door was a woman with no makeup, about 26 or 27 years old, and she was dressed very simply. There was no flashy dress, but she gave people a refreshing and clean feeling. But at this time, she
The bright kitchen knife in his hand, combined with the ferocious expression on his face, frightened people.
"Are you done yet? I tell you clearly that I will never move. Don't think that you can scare me by finding a few gangsters. Don't you go and ask, when did Sister Xiaoyao from Liulichang ever be afraid of anyone?
?" the woman said angrily, gesturing with the knife in her hand as she spoke, making Zhao Xin a little worried that she might accidentally scratch herself?
In order not to further anger the other party, Zhao Xin took a step back and asked politely: "Hello, I'm here to see someone. Are you Chen Siyao?"
The woman looked Zhao Xin up and down in shock, then curled her lips and sneered, "What? If the hard one doesn't work, why don't you get the soft one? I don't want to take soft and hard advice. No matter how extravagant your talk is, I will never agree to move.
Yes, just give up on this idea! Unless you have the ability to kill me." After saying this, he closed the door angrily.
Zhao Xin knew there must be some misunderstanding and quickly said: "I am Liu Jianshan's friend..."
When the woman heard the name "Liu Jianshan", her movements froze, and then her whole body trembled slightly as if she was electrocuted. An inexplicable expression appeared on her face, as if there were two kinds of endless joy and sadness.
Completely different emotions were mixed together, and there seemed to be a soul-stirring shock. After a while, a drop of clear tears fell down her cheek. She didn't bother to wipe it, but just looked at Zhao Xin and asked in a panic.
: "He, is he okay?"
Her tone was very soft and urgent. She was no longer as fierce and aggressive as before, but more like a resentful woman in a boudoir. She was resentful and sad, which was heartbreaking to see.
Facing the woman's resentful and eager gaze, Zhao Xin's heart was full of bitterness and she didn't know how to answer. The intermittent and weak voice seemed to ring in her ears again: "...I, I can't do it anymore...Help, help me
It was dim, but his blood-stained hands tightly grasped Zhao Xin's arm, grabbing it tighter and tighter, and did not let go until the last moment.
At that moment, Zhao Xin couldn't help but burst into tears.
Ten years of dark detention and inhuman torture had already hardened his character into a cold and ruthless character. But Liu Jianshan's death was like a huge stone weighing heavily on his heart, making him feel a strong sense of guilt.
I feel like I can't have any peace for a moment.
"Oh, look at me, I forgot to ask you to come in and sit down." Chen Siyao wiped her tears and said with a forced smile: "I was really sorry just now, didn't I scare you? The room was a little messy, don't mind!
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Zhao Xin followed Chen Siyao into the house and looked around. It was a house with three bedrooms and one living room. The living room was not big. It could only be regarded as a dining room or a living room at best. The decoration looked old and the style was a bit old.
The apartment is old and the furniture is ordinary, but the whole house is tidy.
After asking Zhao Xin to sit down, Chen Siyao quickly went to pour him water. After putting down the water glass, she took a small stool and sat down opposite Zhao Xin. She raised her head and stared at Zhao Xin without saying a word, but the prayer
The look in her eyes and the hands tightly grasping the corners of her clothes revealed her inner world.