"Ding Dong, you have arrived at the terminal."
The announcement device at the front of the bus came with a tone indicating that the last stop had arrived.
Mo Jingchun put away his right hand that was supporting his chin, patted his clothes, stood up from his seat in the back row, and got off the bus.
The ground outside was wet and there was splashing water when I walked on it.
Mo Jingchun looked around to identify the direction, turned left after getting off the bus, and walked towards a large area surrounded by a wall not far away.
About ten minutes later, Mo Jingchun finally arrived at the final destination of his trip.
What appeared before his eyes was a solemn and dignified place. It was people’s final destination and also a place of heavy sadness.
Qingping Cemetery.
Mo Jingchun's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he seemed a little nervous.
There is a gate in front of Qingping Cemetery, and a security booth next to it. Other staff members are cleaning each grave inside the cemetery.
Mo Jingchun walked forward to the security booth next to Qingping Cemetery. After explaining the situation to the security guard there and filling out the information, the security guard opened the side door and let Mo Jingchun in.
The atmosphere in the cemetery was very depressing, and Mo Jingchun hardly saw anyone on the way back and forth.
Because of the rain, the roads in the cemetery were wet. In addition, there were trees everywhere, which made the humidity even heavier. The air was filled with the mixed smell of soil and leaves.
Mo Jingchun did not reach the cemetery. He continued walking forward, but he saw a black car out of the corner of his eye.
Mo Jingchun's eyes darkened. He recognized the car. It belonged to his father Mo Xu.
What is this? Mo Jingchun sneered. Was this a tacit understanding between father and son, or was he still feeling guilty?
Mo Jingchun stood there for a long time, his tall body seemed to have turned into a silent stone statue.
Finally, he moved again, passing through the winding road ahead, and came to the west side of the cemetery, in front of the rows of tombs that were laid upwards.
Mo Jingchun did not run up directly, but stopped at the corner in front of the row of tombstones.
He leaned against the cement pillar, not caring at all about the water stains remaining on it.
In front of a row of tombstones above the west side stood a man wearing a black suit and with slightly gray hair.
That was Mo Jingchun's father, Mo Xu. He was the only one standing in front of a tombstone.
Mo Jingchun didn't know when he came, nor did he care when he left. He just kept a cold face and avoided meeting his father.
About five minutes later, Mo Xu backed down from the tombstone above, came to the stairs next to him and walked down. As for Mo Jingchun, he had already hidden aside.
Just like my father in my memory, once he sets his mind on something, he won't look back. Just like now, he had just finished paying homage to his wife, but when he left, he didn't even look back.
Mo Jingchun watched Mo Xu leave here and gradually disappear from his sight.
Mo Jingchun stood up, clung to the cement pillar beside him, and walked back to the rows of cemeteries in front of him. He came to the extended stairs at the side, walked forward to the seventh row and stopped.
He went down the stairs and came to the third-to-last tombstone, where his father Mo Xu had just stood.
Yang Xue, this is the name of Mo Jingchun's mother.
Mo Jingchun's expression was gloomy as he looked at the photo of his mother hanging on the tombstone in front of him. The mother on the tombstone was smiling kindly, just like the smile she had when she left.
Mo Jingchun inherited his peach blossom eyes from his mother. In his memory, his mother has always been beautiful and gentle.
Mo Jingchun had known his mother's poor health for as long as he could remember. After each attack, his mother would comfort him, enduring the pain and smilingly saying she was fine.
Gradually, memories came flooding back.
"Mom, what's wrong with you?" asked the young Mo Jingchun.
"Mom is fine," the mother in my memory smiled gently, "Little monsters have entered my body, and I'm trying my best to defeat them."
"Really?" young Mo Jingchun asked back. He shook his head and hugged his mother tightly. "Where are the little monsters? I want to help Mom defeat them."
"Silly child..." The mother in the memory did not speak, but just hugged Mo Jingchun, who was still young at that time.
Maybe she had already known that today's outcome would come. Despite her sadness, she still pretended to be strong. Despite the pain, she still tried to remain gentle.
Mo Jingchun took a deep breath, his eyelids trembling slightly. The more he recalled the past, the more he felt the pain at that time.
People always say that time can heal everything, but some people and things are like this. Even if they have been washed away by the long river of time for a long time, they will remain fresh and at some point in the future, you will be able to recall them and feel the mood at that time again.
Mo Jingchun lowered his head and stopped looking at the photo of his mother on the tombstone. Instead, he looked at a bouquet of fresh flowers placed in front of the stone platform below.
There was no doubt that these were the flowers that his father Mo Xu had just put down.
If it were in the past, Mo Jingchun would definitely not recognize the name of the flowers in front of him, but coincidentally, he recognized this bouquet of flowers at Xingyue Flower Shop a month and a half ago.
It's gentian, a bunch of white gentian flowers.
Mo Jingchun stared at the flower in his hand for a long time, and the pink and white petals seemed to invade his eyes.
"Da da da."
There were footsteps coming from the stairs next to him. Mo Jingchun put down the gentian flowers in his hand and turned to look over.
"Auntie Lin," Mo Jingchun recognized the person in front of him and called out to her.
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