Two people crawled to the top of the mountain one after another. For a while, there was an indescribable silence between the two people.
When I reached the top of the mountain, my vision suddenly opened up. On the other side of the mountain was a large pond at the foot of the mountain. From the hillside, there were lined up graves.
Relying on water is a good place. In order to let her mother be buried in a place facing water, grandpa and grandma went to the village chief to get in touch with the village chief.
He Mengjie stood still and turned to look at Yuan Hao. He saw that he was looking at the pond at the foot of the mountain, not knowing what he was thinking.
He Mengjie couldn't help but sneered sarcastically. I guess he must be thinking about how to develop this place in the future. A villa area or a resort area can be built around the pond, just expand and develop it slightly.
Yuan Hao seemed not to pay attention to her expression. After looking into the distance for a while, he walked down the mountain again.
"Where are you mother?" he walked in front, asking as he walked.
"At the foot of the mountain, the closest place to the pond." He Mengjie said. She rarely comes here, and it is not even as good as seeing her grandmother.
Deep in her heart, her mother was a wound in her heart. She would hurt her heart for a while whenever she thought about it, so she couldn't come to see her tomb. Because every time she came, she would secretly cry and swollen her eyes, and then she didn't dare to go home.
I was worried about being seen by my grandfather.
So every time she came, she would have to lie all afternoon, and she would slowly start to escape from coming here.
However, even if she closed her eyes, she could find her mother's tomb. The path was once full of tears, how could she not be heartbroken?
After only five or six minutes, the two of them went down to the foot of the mountain, and then stood in front of the small grave, watching the various wild flowers growing wildly on the grave in a daze.
The name "He Wanyun" was engraved on the tombstone. Yuan Hao bent down and took a look, then his body shook. It seemed as if he could not bear it when he suddenly learned about the bad news about his old classmate.
He Mengjie unconsciously leaned against him, thinking that if he was tired of climbing the mountain and falling, she would also help him.
However, Yuan Hao did not turn his head to look at her, but instead landed his eyes directly on the small tombstone, as if he could see He Wanyun's appearance when she was young.
For a moment, another silence enveloped the two.
It was unknown how long it took Yuan Hao to turn his gaze away from the tombstone and look at He Mengjie.
"I still remember you | Mom was like that back then. She was so beautiful and quiet, kind and talented..." His eyes were so misty, as if she really had returned to that time.
He Mengjie couldn't help asking: "Mr. Yuan, are you and my mother college classmates?"
She heard from her grandfather that her mother was the first college student in their village and was once the pride of him and his grandmother.
Yuan Hao's face was a little unnatural, he cleared his throat and said, "Yes, we...we... are the same school but not the same department..."
He Mengjie nodded in understanding, and a small cluster of flames ignited in her heart. Although she tried her best to suppress it, she still couldn't extinguish the flame.
She bit her lip and looked at him and asked, "Did you hear that...who did my mother ever fall in love with?"
Yuan Hao's face twitched for a moment, and he quickly moved his eyes away from He Mengjie's face. "Oh, it seems that there is no..."
He Mengjie felt a little disappointed and said "Oh" softly.