Deep within the tranquil yet melancholy pear blossom forest, a fine spring rain fell lamentably, like nature's compassionate tears. A tombstone stood quietly within, its inscriptions, "Su Wanqing," gleaming brighter with the rain. Every stroke seemed to carry endless longing and memories, exuding a unique solemnity and awe amidst the lingering rain.
Su Xiang, the usually calm and steady old man, could not hide his inner turmoil at this moment. He slowly approached the tombstone, his steps heavy and slow, as if every step was stepping on his own heart. The jujube paste cake in his hand was a sacrifice he had carefully prepared, carrying his deep attachment to his deceased wife. However, when he tried to put the jujube paste cake down, his hands began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, and the delicate jujube paste accidentally stained the edge of the tombstone, just like his messy mood at the moment. "Wan'er," his voice was hoarse and choked, like sandpaper rubbing, revealing endless vicissitudes and sorrow, "I brought the children to see you." This simple sentence seemed to have exhausted all his strength.
Siyan and Nianli followed Su Xiang obediently, their tiny figures seeming even more isolated in the empty pear blossom forest. The two children imitated the adults, kowtowed reverently, their little heads hitting the bluestone slabs with a crisp "dong dong" sound, as if expressing their most sincere greetings to their deceased grandmother. "Grandma!" Nianli's clear childish voice echoed in the rain. She carefully placed the chili candy in front of the stele, her face filled with pride. "I can do chili boxing now!" Her bright eyes sparkled, as if showing her her growth and progress. Siyan gently placed the abacus next to the candy painting and said seriously, "Grandma, I can count money now. No one will cheat you anymore!" His childish words were filled with determination and resolve, as if he was making a solemn promise to his grandmother in heaven.
Su Jinli stood quietly in front of the tombstone, staring at her mother's gentle eyes and brows on the tombstone for a long time. Those eyes and brows were so familiar, yet so distant, as if separated by an insurmountable barrier of time and space. The loneliness and helplessness in front of the sickbed in the previous life surged into her heart like a tide, and the pain and grievances that had been suppressed for a long time burst out in an instant. Tears involuntarily slid from her eyes, like beads with broken strings, falling down. Jiang Yan stood beside her silently, looking at her sad appearance, and his heart ached. He gently handed her a handkerchief, his eyes full of heartache and comfort. However, the moment Su Jinli took the handkerchief, he quietly turned around, raised his hand and wiped the tears that quietly slid down the corners of his eyes.
Young Marquis Su walked to the tombstone and gently placed his copy of "Investiture of the Gods" on it, his eyes gleaming with nostalgia and respect. "Grandma, this is my sister's storybook. It's so beautiful!" His voice trembled slightly, as if his grandmother could immediately hear his words and see the storybook that carried his sister's painstaking efforts. He recalled how his grandmother would always tell him all sorts of legendary stories when he was a child. Those stories, like shining stars, illuminated his childhood. Now, through this storybook, he hoped that his grandmother, even in the afterlife, would feel their thoughts and care.
"Wan'er," Su Xiang's legs suddenly went weak, and he knelt heavily in front of the tomb. At that moment, it seemed as if all his strength collapsed at this moment. "I'm sorry for you... I didn't protect you back then..." His voice was filled with deep self-blame and regret, and every word was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart fiercely. He pounded his chest with his fists, again and again, as if only in this way could he slightly alleviate the pain in his heart. His white hair was wet by the rain, sticking tightly to his forehead, making him look particularly embarrassed and haggard. "Look at Jinli, she is living a good life now, with a husband who loves her and lovely children..." He raised his head and looked at the name on the tombstone, his eyes full of relief and emotion, as if he was reporting to his deceased wife about the growth and happiness of his children.
The rain was still dripping, hitting the pear blossoms. The petals fluttered down like snow and sprinkled around the tombstone, as if it was a white brocade that nature had laid out for this memorial. Su Jinli looked at her father's grief-stricken expression, and her heart ached. She walked forward and gently helped her father up, her eyes blurred with tears. "Dad, don't be like this. Mother's spirit in heaven would definitely not want to see you so sad." Su Xiang slowly stood up and looked at his daughter, his eyes full of gratitude and relief. "Jinli, you have grown up and become sensible. If your mother saw you like this, she would definitely be very happy."
Jiang Yan walked over to Su Jinli and gently held her hand, offering her strength and support. "Don't worry, mother-in-law. I will take good care of Jinli and the children, and ensure their eternal happiness." His voice was firm and powerful, as if he were swearing a vow to heaven and earth.
Si Yan and Nian Li looked at the adults and seemed to feel the heavy emotion. They walked over to Su Jinli and Jiang Yan and held their hands. Si Yan raised his little face and said seriously, "Dad, Mom, we will be obedient and make grandma happy." Nian Li also nodded vigorously, "Yes, we must let grandma know that we are all very good."
In this forest of pear blossoms, the words of loved ones drifted like a gentle breeze through the rain, reaching a distant world. Each word was filled with deep longing, endless regret, and hope for the future. They knew that although Su Wanqing was gone, her love, like the pear blossom rain, would forever nourish their hearts and accompany them through every stage of their lives.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Everyone stood quietly before the tombstone, engaging in a conversation with their deceased loved one, transcending time and space. Su Jinli recalled the warm moments when her mother was alive. Her mother would gently hold her in her arms when she was afraid; when she was sick, she would stay by her bedside day and night, caring for her with meticulous care. Those beautiful memories, like precious gems, were embedded in her heart and became the most precious treasure in her life.
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