"I told you to express yourself properly, not so loudly." Song Shengsheng quickly stood on tiptoe and covered his mouth with her hand: "If you make such a loud noise in a place like this, even our ancestors would be scared awake by you."
Jiang Yiyu pulled down her hand and held it tightly in his palm: "That's perfect, let's all sit together and help you criticize me."
Song Shengsheng glared at him and shifted her gaze forward. She looked at the low stone lanterns on both sides of the intersection and said, "Then I guess we'll be scared to death before you admit your mistake."
Jiang Yiyu raised his hand, touched the back of his head and smiled. He knew that Song Shengsheng was no longer angry.
At the end of the forest path is a large and wide square in front of the cemetery. There is a whole row of antique houses on the square, and there are several houses facing east and west on both sides of the houses. There is a pond in the middle of the square, with lotus flowers floating on the water, and red and white koi swimming under the lotus leaves. A white marble bridge is built over the pond, and the railings on both sides of the bridge are exquisitely carved.
Jiang Yiyu led Song Shengsheng around the edge of the pond and walked towards the houses on the east side: "Not only are the Jiang family buried here, look over there."
He pointed to the west side of the cemetery. "That's the normal cemetery over there. The Jiang family simply built a separate plot on the east side. I used to hear my mom say, and she heard it from my grandfather, that this place has good feng shui, saying that the ancestors resting here will bring prosperity to future generations. But the old man has been lying here for decades, and I haven't seen the Jiang family prosper much. It's obviously all nonsense. Who knows, maybe my grandfather was deceived by the feng shui master back then."
"Jiang Yiyu, you really have no scruples with what you say today. You dare to say anything you want."
Jiang Yiyu smiled indifferently: "I don't plan to bury him here in the future, so why should I care so much?"
"If you don't sleep here in the future, where will you sleep?"
"Of course, wherever you are, I'll be there. These days, such formal burials aren't popular anymore. When we're old, if you agree, I'll add a line to my will: when we die, have our children plant a tree in Ming Garden and scatter us beneath it. The taller the tree grows, the more we'll live together."
"You're not afraid that the child will be scared."
"What are you afraid of? Mingyuan is so big. He can just scatter us anywhere. He might not even see us once in a whole year. It will be quiet for everyone."
"That's a good idea, but what about your mother? You're not planning on turning her into a tree, are you?"
"My mother doesn't want to turn into a tree. The world is boring. She said she doesn't want to come back."
"Then when we get back and take her away from the Jiang family cemetery, where are you going to take her?"
Jiang Yiyu was silent for a while, then he lowered his voice, a hint of sadness still lingering in his voice: "Take her home and find her mother."
Song Shengsheng looked up at his profile and said nothing more.
When he reached the door to the east side hall, Jiang Yiyu reached out and knocked. After two or three minutes, the door creaked open and a skinny man who looked to be in his forties came out holding a bouquet of blue Endless Summer flowers. He handed the bouquet to Jiang Yiyu and said, "Mr. Jiang, it's been a while since you've been here."
Jiang Yiyu nodded: "I've been busy lately. How is Uncle Zhou doing lately?"
"Same old story. Luckily there's not much work here, so we'll just make do." The middle-aged man smiled and looked at Song Shengsheng: "Who is this?"
Jiang Yiyu gently pushed Song Shengsheng's lower back and introduced him to Uncle Zhou, "My wife, I brought her to meet my mother today."
Uncle Zhou nodded and said, "Time flies by so fast. In the blink of an eye, the children back then have all started their own families now."
Jiang Yiyu said to Song Shengsheng, "Shengsheng, this is Uncle Zhou, the director of the cemetery here and a friend of my mother."
"Hello, Uncle Zhou." Song Shengsheng looked at Uncle Zhou obediently and politely and greeted him.
After a brief greeting, Uncle Zhou led them around the east house to the cemetery. Along the way, Jiang Yiyu and Uncle Zhou chatted about their recent situation, and the two of them talked and laughed.
Although Song Shengsheng didn't believe in ghosts and gods, to be honest, this was the first time in her life that she had come to the cemetery so seriously. She held Jiang Yiyu's hand tightly. Jiang Yiyu turned his head to look at her, put his arm around her shoulders, and pulled her closer to him: "Don't be afraid, you won't see anything you shouldn't see."
The facts were indeed as he said. On both sides of the stone road under their feet, there were lush evergreen pine trees planted. There was not a single tombstone in sight at the end of the road. When they reached the end of the road, Uncle Zhou stopped and said, "I'm going to clean somewhere else. You guys chat slowly. Call me if you need anything."
Jiang Yiyu nodded: "Thank you, Uncle Zhou."
Uncle Zhou patted his shoulder, turned around, hunched his back, and walked back slowly along the same path as if he was taking a walk.
Song Shengsheng looked at his back and felt lonely. She shuddered for no reason and leaned towards Jiang Yiyu again: "Uncle Zhou, have you been guarding the tomb here all the time?"
"No, he used to be my mother's driver. He came here after my mother passed away."
"Driver? Then he..."
"Yes, my mother was kind-hearted and paid for Uncle Zhou's mother's medical treatment. Later, after his mother passed away, his family fell on hard times, and his wife and children were in a car accident. My mother helped him find connections and gave money and effort, but unfortunately, in the end, she couldn't keep his wife and children. Uncle Zhou was completely desperate and wanted to go with her. In the end, it was my mother who persuaded him to start a new life. He vowed at that time to repay my mother for every drop of kindness he received. He was willing to follow my mother for the rest of his life, just to repay her kindness."
"So after your mother passed away, he came to guard the grave and stayed there for more than ten years?"
"Well, Uncle Zhou is a man who values ​​friendship."
"It's because your mother is kind-hearted that you can gain such affection."
Jiang Yiyu smiled and glanced down at the Endless Summer Bouquet in his arms. "Let's go. We're already at the door. I'll take you to see her. If she knew I brought her daughter-in-law here, she'd be so happy."
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