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 the row of tombstones.
After stopping 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 for a while and said, "Mom, Ah Yue and I came to see you. We... are getting married."
Remembering Song Minghui and Cai Mengjun's instructions, Song Yiyi said, "Don't worry, we will be a family from now on. I will treat him well. Also, Mengjun's mother asked me to say hello to you."
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 back at him, quickly pulled his hand and said, "Stay with Mom for a while, I'll wait for you over there."
Cen Yue nodded, his voice slightly hoarse: "Okay."
Song Yiyi walked back to the road leading 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 was an old man herding cattle on the path in the field, his back looking lonely and desolate.
In the distance, wisps of smoke were rising.
Not far away, Cen Yue stood upright, seemingly saying something to the tombstone.
When the raindrops with the smell of earth fell, Song Yiyi was still a little dazed.
I once heard someone say, "Young people are never afraid of life or 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 still has a place to go. When your parents are gone, life only has a way back."
She seems to have always been lucky.
A hand flashed past her eyes, and the slight pain on her forehead brought Song Yiyi back to her senses.
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 in front of Cen Yue with quick steps.
Just as Cen Yue was about to remind her, he saw that Song Yiyi had become much shorter.
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, but the ground was too slippery and she still sat down.
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 and hid, "No bones are broken. Let's go quickly. It will rain heavily soon and we will all be soaked."
Cen Yue couldn't persuade her, so he stopped forcing her.
He walked 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 simply lay down and hugged Cen Yue's neck.
She stretched out her hand towards Cen Yue: "Give me the things, I'll carry them."
Cen Yue stood up easily and walked down the mountain, "Just stay still."
Song Yiyi had seen Cen Yue's strength.
But she was still shocked by his physical strength.
Cen Yue carried her on his back, his steps fast and steady, without any irregularity in his breathing.
Thinking rationally, Song Yiyi even felt that Cen Anguo was right in one respect.
Compared to civilian duties, Cen Yue is more suitable for leading troops.
She tilted her head, put her head close to Cen Yue's ear and asked, "Cen Yue, do you miss your mother?"
Cen Yue's back stiffened, but after a moment he answered seriously, "Yes."
Song Yiyi murmured: "I want to too."
But she couldn't go back.
Separated by two worlds, what's the difference between his situation and Cen Yue's?
Feeling the arms around him tighten, Cen Yue softened his voice and asked, "Want to go back and take a look?"
He was already wondering if it would be too late to drive back and take a whole morning off.
Song Yiyi knew he had misunderstood, "No."
She didn't know how to explain, so she simply changed the subject: "Cen Yue, can I ask you about your mother?"
Before Cen Yue could say anything, she added, "It's okay. If you don't want to say it, you don't have to."
Raindrops hit Cen Yue's cheek, and Song Yiyi saw it and wiped it off for him.
"What about you?" Cen Yue asked softly, "Have you seen your mother?"
Song Yiyi shook her head, then remembered that Cen Yue couldn't see, so she said, "I haven't seen her. I heard that she...died soon after giving birth to me."
The original owner's mother died before she even finished her confinement period after giving birth to her.
The original owner had no memory of his mother, and there wasn't even a single photo of her in the house.
But at that time, I couldn’t even fill my stomach, so it’s normal that there were no photos.
From childhood to adulthood, Song Minghui rarely mentioned the original owner's mother.
Cen Yue's voice was clear, slow, and lonely: "My mother is very beautiful, the kind of beauty that would make anyone's heart flutter at the first sight of her."
Song Yiyi had no doubt about the truth of this statement.
She nodded in agreement: "I can see that."
Cen Yue curled his lips, but Song Yiyi could not see his dim eyes that seemed covered with a layer of mist.
He continued, "She was 23 when she married Cen Anguo. They were 17 years apart in age. Everyone said she was attracted by the old man's power."
Song Yiyi remembered what Aunt Wang said.
"Is it voluntary?"
Cen Yue chuckled, "Don't listen to what they say. It's true that a pear blossom overshadows a crabapple blossom, but it's also true that love is voluntary."
Cen Yue's mother is very beautiful.
But it is not the dodder that everyone thinks it is. It is more like a wild rose that grows wildly.
During the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, she was a literary and artistic worker.
"The predecessor of the Armed Forces Art Troupe was the Fenghuo Art Troupe," Cen Yue said in a deep voice. "Two-thirds of the time each year, we tour and perform in various military units."
At that time, the old team leader was old and wanted to train a successor.
Cen Yue’s mother was there when the band was founded, and she is also the band leader with outstanding personal abilities.
"The old troupe leader mentioned this to her, and she said she would give her an answer after the performance."
Cen Yue's brows were covered with a thick layer of mockery, "Maybe this is what they call fate playing tricks on you."
No one knows what her response was.
No one seems to care.
"They just think she's lucky. She's just pretty, and with just one piano piece, she's made the most promising leader fall in love with her."
The rain was getting heavier. Cen Yue carried Song Yiyi on his back to find the bicycle. "After that day, the old leader never mentioned taking over again. He even started looking for a new leader for the band."
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