The next day, Luo Qingyuan took the child out first.
Grandma's cemetery is a private cemetery for the Luo family, and it's quite far away.
Ye Nuan's cemetery was just a randomly selected one, which was quite remote and far from the city.
Duan Ye still had to inquire before he found out the exact location.
He carried his tomb-sweeping tools and went.
The sun was shining brightly today, and he arrived around 10 a.m.
The cemetery was desolate. Perhaps because it was remote, there weren't many tombstones. Duan Ye walked around but couldn't find Ye Nuan's tombstone. He even doubted that he had looked in the wrong place.
When Yang Fan arrived at the cemetery, he said, "Come on, I'll take you there."
Over the years, out of guilt, Yang Fan had never actually come here. He only came to the end of the cemetery based on his memory. But there, the grass was lush and green, almost as tall as a person. The surrounding trees were also very tall and lush. Only a little bit of light refracted down, and you could see tiny specks of light on the ground.
Yang Fan scratched his head: "That's strange. I clearly remember this is the place, so how come there's no road left?"
Duan Ye: "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
Yang Fan was also a little embarrassed: "I'm not sure, because I've never been here, except for when she was buried."
Yang Fan: "I'll look around some more; it should be in this area."
As he spoke, Yang Fan turned around and went to look at the tombstones of other people one by one.
Duan Ye glanced at him but didn't say anything, because he had already searched the tombstone over there.
Looking at the lush green grass around him, Duan Ye thought for a moment, put his phone in his pocket, took out a telescopic baton from his bag, and started to push aside the grass as he walked in.
When he reached the deepest part of the grass, he saw the patch of grass covered with moss and a tombstone.
Perhaps because of the light rain, and the fact that there is a small river not far away, the tombstone is completely covered with moss, and the mound behind it is also overgrown with grass.
Looking around, no one would have noticed the monument unless they had walked in.
It's been almost six years, has no one really come to see her even once?
No, in Nanxing's confession, she said that she had come, but her arrival made you very sad, right?
Duan Ye silently squatted down and peeled off the thick moss from her tombstone. It took him quite a while for the words on it to be fully visible.
The tomb of Lady Ye.
Duan Ye's eyes suddenly reddened.
Yang Fan had returned at some point: "Hey? So this is where I was."
Who erected the monument?
Yang Fan: "Her mother."
Duan Ye felt a slight pang in his heart: "At the burial..."
Yang Fan was speechless when this was mentioned: "No, it was at the police station. She wrote it, and your brother forced her to write it. That's how it ended up like this. When she was buried, it was the police officers who carried her."
Duan Ye squatted down, took out the tools he had prepared beforehand, and began to slowly clear away the weeds.
"We were supposed to cremate her, but her mother refused to sign the papers. I also contacted her father, but he refused to see me. So we had to hastily carry the coffin and bury her."
Yang Fan also squatted down and began clearing weeds with Duan Ye.
"Everyone was too busy back then."
Duan Ye took a deep breath: "Didn't they say she was buried near the Martyrs' Cemetery?"
He walked along but didn't see the Martyrs' Park anywhere.
Yang Fan: "It's on another hilltop, the same mountain, but it's still quite far away if you really want to go there."
“There are always volunteers who spontaneously sweep the tombs at the Martyrs’ Park, and there are also tomb keepers. Now it’s too desolate. I heard that there used to be villages nearby, but they moved away and there’s nothing left. It’s just an empty space that no one takes care of.”
Duan Ye stopped talking and just bent over to work.
It took two adult men, both in good physical condition, more than an hour to clean Ye Nuan's grave.
Spider webs, snakes, insects, rodents, and entwined vines.
After it was cleaned up, the tombstone became increasingly jarring to look at.
Ms. Ye.
Duan Ye closed his eyes briefly, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse: "I'll have someone replace this tombstone."
After saying that, Duan Ye went to make a phone call.
Change it today.
Ye Nuan wouldn't like this name.
Yang Fan wanted to say something but felt it wasn't appropriate. But then she thought, who has ever cared about her? Perhaps only Duan Ye is qualified to do such a thing.
Yesterday afternoon, Yang Fan went to Ye Xiaotian's school. So many years have passed, and Ye Xiaotian is now in junior high school.
He originally wanted to bring Ye Xiaotian to see his sister, since Ye Nuan's only remaining concern was Ye Xiaotian.
But Ye Xiaotian was confused: "Sister? I don't really remember her anymore."
"But I have a younger sister now, and she's very cute."
Yes, Ye Xiaotian's mother reformed and remarried. The child's father treated Ye Xiaotian well, so Ye Xiaotian loved playing with his younger sister every day.
So, Yang Fan's words were completely cut off by this sentence.
He felt a lump in his throat as well.
In the end, he could only watch Ye Xiaotian and his classmates walk further and further away, and he no longer had the courage to chase after them.
Yang Fan stood there for a long time, until it got dark, before he went home.
By the time the people finished changing the tombstone, it was already around 3 p.m., which was the fastest they could do.
The inscription on the tombstone is very simple: Tomb of Ye Nuanzhi.
Duan Ye and Yang Fan took out the offerings and paper money. The two carefully arranged the offerings, which included fruits, meat, vegetables, and some milk candies that Duan Ye had brought.
I don't know if you still like eating milk candy.
Duan Ye said something, then smiled helplessly: "It's my fault."
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