Song Yiyi subconsciously looked at Cen Yue.

"Drink some water first." Cen Yue looked calm.

After Song Yiyi recovered, he took her hand and walked towards the innermost part of a row of tombstones.

They stopped at a place, Cen Yue squatted down, and cleared the weeds growing nearby bit by bit.

Song Yiyi took out a handkerchief, wet it with water from the kettle, and squatted down to wipe the dust off the tombstone.

Cen Yue didn't say a word the whole time.

Including lighting candles, placing offerings, and burning paper money.

I thought he would say something.

After doing all this, Cen Yue stood in front of the tombstone for a long time without saying a word.

Song Yiyi stood there for a moment and said, "Mom, Ah Yue and I came to see you. We... are getting married."

Remembering what Song Yihui and Cai Mengjun had told her, Song Yiyi said, "Don't worry, we'll be a family from now on, and I'll take care of him. Also, Mengjun's mother asked me to ask you something."

Cen Yue finally moved.

He turned his head and looked at Song Yiyi quietly for two seconds, then raised his hand and pinched her earlobe.

Cen Yue had a faint smile on his lips, but Song Yiyi felt inexplicably awkward.

There was a weird feeling of being out of place.

Song Yiyi looked at him and quickly pulled his hand: "Stay with mom for a while, I'll wait for you over there."

Cen Yue nodded, his voice slightly hoarse: "Tuo."

Song Yiyi walked along the road up the mountain and looked around.

As far as the eye can see, there are dense trees on the mountains and vast fields at the foot of the mountains.

There is an old man herding cattle in the field, his back looks lonely and desolate.

In the distance, wisps of smoke were rising.

Not far away, Cen Yuebi was standing, seemingly saying something to the tombstone.

When the raindrops carrying the smell of earth fell, Song Yiyi was still a little dazed.

I once heard someone say, "Young people are often unafraid of life and death. That's because between you and life and death, there's still the distance between you and your parents. When your parents are alive, life has a destination. When your parents are gone, life only has a destination."

She seems quite lucky.

A hand flashed past her eyes, and the slight pain on her forehead made Song Yiyi panic.

She raised her eyes and met Cen Yue's slightly curved eyes, "It's raining."

Cen Yue glanced at the gray sky.

Song Yiyi curled her lips indifferently, "It's not big, what are you afraid of."

Going down the mountain is much easier than going up the mountain.

Song Yiyi walked quickly in front of Cen Yue.

Just as Cen Yue was about to remind her, he saw that Song Yiyi was much shorter than him.

He quickly reached out his hand.

Song Yiyi sat on the ground with her teeth bared, covering her butt with one hand and wailing: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

Cen Yue picked her up from the ground and frowned slightly, "Where does it hurt?"

Song Yiyi gasped and waved her hands.

Cen Yue pulled her in time just now, but the ground was too slippery, so she sat down anyway.

The irregular stone slab hit my tailbone.

The wind on the mountain was getting stronger and stronger. Song Yiyi glanced at the person next to her, raised her hand and hugged his arm, "You go first."

Cen Yue's face was filled with worry. "Tell me where you're hurt first. Let me see if any bones are broken."

He said he was going to get started.

Song Yiyi pulled Cen Yue around to hide, "No bones are broken, hurry up, the rain will get heavier soon and we will all be soaked."

Cen Yue couldn't persuade her, so he stopped forcing her.

He walked over to Song Yiyi and squatted down, "Come up."

Cen Yue was still holding something in one hand, and the rain was getting heavier. Song Yiyi immediately lay on top of him and hugged Cen Yue's neck.