When they left the cemetery, Uncle Zhou gave them a pot of weeping jasmine, saying that someone had placed it next to Li Chu's tombstone at some point.

Uncle Zhou also said that he wants to leave here next year and go back to his hometown to take care of his parents, wife and children.

On the way home, Jiang Yiyu was silent all the way. Song Shengsheng looked back from time to time at the pot of flowers on the back seat. The rich scent of jasmine filled the entire car.

Song Shengsheng lowered the car window halfway, and the warm air outside rushed in, diluting the fragrance of the flowers and the cold air from the air conditioner in the car.

Jiang Yiyu turned to look at her, smiled and asked with concern: "Are you carsick?"

Song Shengsheng shook her head: "The flowers are too fragrant. I feel dizzy and want to get some fresh air."

"It does smell good, but I don't know who put this flower there."

"I think Uncle Zhou raised it himself. Think about it, he's the head gardener there. Anyone who goes there has to say hello to him first. How could someone place a pot of flowers on your mother's grave without him knowing?"

Jiang Yiyu glanced through the rearview mirror at the flower pot whose petals trembled as the car drove by. He sighed and said, "Who knows? But since he gave it to us, we should just keep it. It's just a flower pot. Just water it every day and it will survive."

"Does your mother like weeping jasmine?"

"Maybe. I don't know for sure. I just remember that she used to grow a lot of flowers and plants at home."

"And what happened to the flowers?"

"Zhao Rong doesn't like it, or rather, she doesn't like any traces of my mother left behind. Jiang Yuan indulges her, so naturally she does whatever she wants. Besides, flowers and plants can't talk, so their death would be in vain."

"Don't worry. Once Mingyuan is repaired, we'll plant a new batch of flowers and plants. We can grow whatever we want and let them bloom throughout the seasons. By then, the whole garden will be filled with the fragrance of flowers."

Jiang Yiyu smiled and nodded.

After a moment of silence, Song Shengsheng looked out the window and asked, "In your memory, how did your mother die?"

Jiang Yiyu was stunned for a moment, his voice devoid of emotion. He said calmly, "I'm sick."

"Is that all? Then why do you keep saying that Jiang Yuan, Zhao Rong, and you killed her together?"

The two looked at each other, and Jiang Yiyu unconsciously tapped the steering wheel with his fingers. After a long while, he pretended to be nonchalant, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him, and slowly said: "One night, I was out playing with my friends and ran into Jiang Yuan and Zhao Rong getting out of the car and going to the hotel together. I secretly took a few photos and wanted to tell my mother when I got back."

"And then? What did you say?"

"Just listen to me."

"You tell me."

"Before I ran into Jiang Yuan and Zhao Rong, Jiang Yuan had always treated my mother with respect. Although he wasn't very close to me, he was a good father. So when I discovered his secret, I was shocked. I was young at the time and had never imagined that people could really have two faces and keep it hidden for over a decade."

"After thinking about it for two days, I told my mom about it. She didn't react at first, just told me to enjoy my summer vacation and not to worry about anything else. I saw that she was still as gentle and considerate to Jiang Yuan as before. I felt unfair, so I hired someone to follow Jiang Yuan for a few days and took a lot of photos of so-called evidence."

"Then what?"

"Then." Jiang Yiyu turned his head to look at her and smiled. "I took these things and went home to find my mother. I didn't want such a good person like her to tolerate a two-faced scum like Jiang Yuan again and again. I wanted them to divorce and for Jiang Yuan to get out. But when I got home that day, I didn't see my mother. I went to her study and saw only a few documents scattered on the desk, evidence of Jiang Yuan's infidelity, and a medical record. That's when I learned that my mother was sick...cancer, in the late stage."

Jiang Yiyu parked the car on the side of the road. He reached back to smooth his hair, lowered his window, and jokingly said, "Doesn't that sound dramatic?"

"Well, but isn't life sometimes more dramatic than drama? You continue, I'm listening." Song Shengsheng reached out and held his hand on the steering wheel and squeezed it gently.

Jiang Yiyu looked at her and said, "I was young and hot-tempered at the time, and I didn't have that many twists and turns in my mind. I was so angry that I rushed to Jiang Yuan to question him, asking him why he cheated on me. He asked me who told me, whether it was my mother, and whether my mother knew about it. I didn't admit it, but the truth would come out eventually. He is a suspicious person and soon became suspicious of my mother."

"One day, I walked into them arguing, and it was a very violent argument. Jiang Yuan had a tendency to be violent, and since he couldn't win the argument and wasn't in the right, he was about to attack my mom. I was furious, so I grabbed a fruit knife and rushed over to protect my mom. Jiang Yuan dodged quickly, and unfortunately, the knife only scratched his arm. I may have inherited some of his violent genes. The sight of blood made me furious, and I wanted to stab him again, but my mom cried and hugged me, telling me not to be stupid."

"Jiang Yuan escaped death, but he refused to give up. He snatched the knife from my hand and completely discarded his usual polite facade. He threw vases, teacups, and a teapot filled with hot water at my mother and me. My mother desperately protected me, but Jiang Yuan seemed to enjoy the violence. He couldn't hear my mother's cries and questions, nor could he feel my anger. Perhaps he simply didn't care about us. Our shouting only served as a trigger for his next violent outburst."

"This farce ended with my mom suffering a heart attack and being rushed to the hospital. Once there, he changed his face again, becoming the loving father and the victim, while I was the rebellious teenager who stabbed my father and made my mother sick. My mom wasn't awake, so no one would believe anything I said. Even if she woke up and told the truth, others would think she was too loving and lied to protect her rebellious son."

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