He looked at the tombstone standing in front of him, and his eyes finally couldn't help but turn red: "Jialan."
Xiao Chongjun's steps faltered, he walked over tremblingly and knelt on the ground with a plop.
He stretched out his hand to wipe off the snow on the tombstone and cried: "I'm sorry. It took more than twenty years for my brother to come to see you. I'm sorry for you."
If it weren't for his incompetence, his sister would not have ended up living in Beichen and died so miserably.
It was him, the elder brother, who failed to protect her.
His sister was bright and charming, a bright pearl, the treasure in his palm, but he lost her.
She burned herself to death in the fire, how painful it must have been when she died.
"Jialan."
Xiao Chongjun cried bitterly, with endless regret in his heart. It would be great if time could go back again. He would definitely protect his sister so that she would never suffer again.
"father."
Xiao Jue wanted to go over and try to persuade her, but was stopped by Xiao Chengyi, who said: "Let uncle talk to my mother."
He knew that his uncle had been carrying guilt and self-blame for so many years.
He has waited for so many years and finally met his sister. He must have a lot to say.
Xiao Jue looked away and asked: "We are moving to Chang'an, should we move the tombs of my aunt and uncle there together?"
Xiao Chengyi said: "No, just let my father and my mother sleep here. I don't want to disturb their souls."
What's more, there is no trace of his mother's body left, and she can't move it away.
Xiao Jue said: "If my aunt knew what would happen if she set foot on this land, would she still stay?"
In fact, she had the chance to leave. After her brother captured Nanyue and became the emperor, with her aunt's status at the time, if she wanted to leave, no one could stop her.
After all, she had not yet married Prince Yuan Chen at that time.
Xiao Chengyi looked at the lonely grave, thought for a moment and said, "She will."
He heard Shen Chi tell the story of his parents. Even in a desperate situation, his father still tried his best to find a way for his mother to survive.
His mother died to protect him and also committed suicide. She knew that her father was dead, so she also took her own life.
If he had it to do over again, he believed that his mother would still stay.
Xiao Jue said: "I'm afraid my father won't want to."
Xiao Chengyi said nothing. Looking at Xiao Chongjun, he suddenly remembered what Yan Yan said before.
What would be the ending of the story if it was not Yan Yan who was reborn, but his mother Xiao Jialan?
Xiao Chengyi couldn't imagine it. He took a deep breath and walked over and said: "Uncle, if my mother is alive in heaven, she definitely doesn't want to see you like this."
Xiao Chongjun calmed down and asked: "Why don't you repair your parents' tombs? How can they be so simple and decent?"
Xiao Chengyi said: "My uncle didn't know that except in winter, the place is full of colorful flowers. I thought my mother would like it, so I simply repaired the tomb without making any big changes."
When Xiao Chongjun heard what he said, he couldn't help but think of the past, and said: "Your mother loved flowers the most when she was alive. She would always pick fresh flowers and put them in my room.
In the past, the garden of the palace was full of flowers, which were all taken care of by your mother herself.
She is a very intelligent woman, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she is also good-looking. I once felt that no man in the world could match her.
I don’t know what’s so good about your father that he could make your mother break her heart and even lose her life.”
Xiao Chengyi heard resentment in these words. He had met his father again. How could he know what good things about his father were?
But a man who can make his mother fall in love with him is naturally the best in the world.
Although his father lost to Yuan Hao back then, as their son, he won back for them.