vstars Chapter 818 Going to the Cemetery
Chapter 818 Going to the Cemetery
the next day.
Early in the morning, Shen Qing received a call from her mother Wang Yaju.
"Hey, Mom, what's wrong?"
"Qingqing, your aunt has been gone for a month. I want to go to the cemetery to see her. Why don't you come with me?"
"Okay, Mom! I'll pick you up when I'm done packing."
"Uh-huh."
After hanging up the phone.
Shen Qing told Yan Bei about this.
"Go and send An An Kang Kang to school today!"
"Okay! Honey, be careful on your way there."
"Do not worry!"
After saying that, Shen Qing quickly washed up.
Looking at herself in the mirror, the scars on her face were no longer noticeable, and she felt much better.
After washing up, I changed my clothes and went out.
Driving a car.
She wanted to go to the flower shop first to buy a bunch of flowers, and then pick up her mother to go together.
So she drove the car to the door of the flower shop and stopped.
She has come to this flower shop many times.
She always comes here to buy flowers when she visits her biological mother.
I walked towards the familiar flower shop on the corner. It had been open for some time, and although it wasn't big, it was always well-maintained. A few bunches of dried lavender and wheat ears hung at the door, exuding a simple warmth.
Pushing open the glass door with the wind chime hanging on it, a soft "ding-ling" sound broke the tranquility in the store.
Unlike the coldness outside the store, the flower shop is filled with moist air and rich floral fragrance. Flowers of various colors bloom quietly and vibrantly in transparent glass bottles and quaint pottery jars.
The shop owner was a kind middle-aged woman who was pruning a rose. When she saw Shen Qing come in, she raised her head and smiled gently: "Are you here?"
Shen Qing nodded, her eyes wandering among the dazzling bouquets of flowers.
"Please wrap me a bunch of white chrysanthemums!"
"OK, wait."
The shop owner skillfully began to bandage the ribbon. She carefully selected the flowers, centering them on pure white chrysanthemums, adorned with a few delicate blue blossoms. She then added eucalyptus leaves and baby's breath, carefully wrapping them in dark green paper and tying them with a simple black ribbon. Her movements were gentle and focused, as if she were completing a work of art.
Shen Qing stood aside, watching the fresh flowers gradually take shape in the hands of the shop owner, feeling mixed emotions.
These flowers were so beautiful, so full of life, but she was going to take them to that quiet and solemn place, dedicated to the person who could no longer appreciate them. She reached out and gently touched the petals of a white chrysanthemum, which were cold and soft.
She suddenly felt that time waits for no one.
So cherish the present, because you don’t know which will come first, tomorrow or an accident.
"All right."
Shen Qing came back to her senses.
The shop owner handed Shen Qing the wrapped bouquet. The flowers were pure white, tranquil blue, and exuded a light, refreshing fragrance.
"Thank you." Shen Qing took the bouquet, which was slightly cool to the touch, with the dampness of the flower stems. She paid, hugged the bouquet, and pushed open the glass door again. The wind chimes rang again, like a sigh.
As she left the flower shop, the wind seemed even cooler. The bouquet of white chrysanthemums in her arms looked particularly eye-catching, yet also particularly... heavy.
Shen Qing put the car on the seat.
Then I went to pick up my mother.
Wang Yaju had already been waiting downstairs.
Shen Qing stopped the car.
"Mom, why are you down so early?"
"I'm fine, I just came down."
Shen Qing helped your mother open the car door, "Mom, get in the car."
Wang Yaju got in the car.
Shen Qing also walked around to the passenger seat and sat down.
"Mom, I just went to the flower shop to buy a bouquet of flowers for my aunt, so I was delayed for a while."
"Yeah. Not too late."
Shen Qing started the car and headed straight to the cemetery.
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The late autumn wind was chilly, picking up the fallen leaves on the ground, making them swirl and make a rustling sound, as if someone was sobbing softly.
Shen Qing supported her mother as they walked along the path leading to the cemetery. The path was not long, but it seemed to have exhausted all their strength.
Mom's footsteps were heavy, and every step felt like stepping on cotton, empty and unstable. If Shen Qing hadn't held her arm tightly, she would have almost fallen down at any time.
Today marks one month since my aunt passed away.
The cemetery was quiet, with only the sound of the wind whistling through the pines and cypresses. The air was filled with the slightly damp scent of earth and grass, and a faint, lingering smell of burning paper.
Shen Qing was wearing a dark coat, but she still felt the coldness seeping through the fabric and into the bones.
She turned her head to look at her mother. Her mother's face looked paler and more haggard than a month ago. Her eyes, which used to be bright, now stared blankly ahead, as if they had lost focus.
In just one month, my mother seemed to have aged several years, and the white hair at her temples seemed more noticeable.
Finally, they arrived at their aunt's tombstone.
The tombstone was newly erected. In the photo, taken before she fell ill, my aunt smiled gently and kindly. Her eyes still held a love for life and a care for her family. But now, that vivid memory is forever frozen on the cold stone tablet.
"Sister..." Wang Yaju called softly with a trembling voice, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes, blurring her eyes.
She reached out her hand and hesitantly touched Qin's mother's face in the photo. Her fingertips were as cold as the temperature of a tombstone. "I came to see you... Are you okay over there?"
Shen Qing silently put down the flowers in her hand. The white chrysanthemums were plain and sad.
She squatted down and carefully wiped the non-existent dust on the tombstone. Her throat felt like it was blocked by something, heavy and painful.
She really didn't dare to think that her ex-boyfriend's mother was actually her aunt, and she only found out the day before her aunt passed away.
She really felt a little regretful that she hadn't observed it earlier.
This way, my mother can find her biological sister as soon as possible and won't be as sad as she is now.
After all, I just saw my biological sister and then we were separated by the Yin and Yang.
It had only been a month since her aunt passed away, but it felt like a long, long time had passed, so long that she could hardly remember the specific tone of her aunt's words and could only grasp the vague, warm outline.
Wang Yaju cried and said, "Sister, we just met and you left me. We haven't even had a good chat yet. I will never hear you speak again. I finally found you with great difficulty..."
When talking about the sad things, Wang Yaju could no longer control herself. She covered her face and burst into tears, her shoulders shaking violently.
Shen Qing stood up, gently put her arms around her mother's shoulders, and pulled her into her arms. She could feel her mother's body cold and trembling.
"Mom, don't cry. Auntie is watching you from heaven. She doesn't want to see you like this."
Shen Qing's voice was a little hoarse, and her eyes were already wet. She looked up at her aunt's photo and said silently in her heart: "Aunt, don't worry, I will take good care of Mom. You have to take good care of yourself over there too."
The wind continued to blow, tugging at the hems of their clothes and their endless longing. Sunlight streamed through the sparse clouds, bringing no warmth at all. Instead, it made the photo on the tombstone appear even clearer, yet even more...distant.