Chapter 58 Drawing for You in Person
The most famous thing in Yuyang is Wuzhong Mountain. As a remote suburb of Haixi, the highway leading to Wuzhong Mountain is extremely congested during holidays.
However, Fang Yu and his son were not stuck on the road.
Fang Yu and Fang Daqiang got up before 5:30 in the morning. At 6 o'clock, Fang Yu and Fang Daqiang drove the G500 onto the highway.
It took an hour and a half to drive along the 70-kilometer highway and the more than 10-kilometer winding mountain road to reach the main entrance of Wuzhongshan Cemetery.
It is Mid-Autumn Festival now, not Qingming Festival, so there are basically no people. The parking lot is empty. The towering trees on both sides of the main road block the rising sun, casting hazy spots of light on the ground.
Fang Yu took out the fruits and pastries that Xu Lesheng had prepared for him yesterday from the trunk, and also picked up a plastic bucket and two clean towels.
Fang Yu and Fang Daqiang walked through the cemetery lobby and turned two corners. The tombstones nearby were obviously much more luxurious.
Even after death, people are divided into different classes.
Just like this cemetery, the worst one may be less than 1 square meter, and the small tombstone can only engrave one person's name.
A slightly higher-end cemetery may not occupy a much larger area, but the tombstones can be larger and made of higher-quality materials.
If it is a little higher, it may have an area of five or six square meters. The cement tomb is matched with a tombstone like a screen, and there may be stone lions on both sides.
What’s more, there may be graves covering 20 to 30 square meters in the cemetery, which are located at a higher level, giving the dead inside a feeling of dominating the world.
After walking a little further, Fang Yu and Fang Daqiang stopped in front of a single cemetery.
Fang Yu and Fang Daqiang first swept the ground with the cemetery broom, then took out a dry towel and gently brushed off the dust on the tombstones and graves. They took a bucket of water and wiped the tombstones carefully with the wet towel.
The tombstone is engraved with "Tomb of my beloved wife Chen Wanyu".
After cleaning and placing tributes, the father and son stood silently in front of the tombstone.
"Wife, Xiaoyu and I are here to see you again." Fang Daqiang gently stroked the name on the tombstone.
"When you were alive, you always said I didn't remember any dates. Look, it's been ten years, and I haven't forgotten a single date. Are you wrong?"
"When you were alive, you always said that I didn't care about my child. If Fang Yu didn't study well in the future, he would have to go out into society."
"Look, when Xiaoyu and I came here last year, we told you that he got into a national university."
"This year, I want to tell you that he went to college and did well academically, with a GPA of 92. You don't even know what a GPA is, do you? We didn't have it when we were in school. We only learned about it in recent years from foreign universities."
"Look, you're wrong again, aren't you?"
"When you were alive, you often said that I smoked and drank every day and didn't exercise, and that I would end up in bed sooner or later."
"Now I don't smoke much, I don't drink much, and I often play basketball. Look at my muscles."
"See, you're still wrong."
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"So, please stop talking about me from now on, okay?"
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"So, can you tell me that again?"
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Tears as big as beans fell from Fang Daqiang's eyes. In the clear and crisp autumn weather, a few wet marks reappeared on the tombstone that had originally returned to dryness.
Fang Yu listened quietly to Fang Daqiang chattering in front of Chen Wanyu's tomb.
Chen Wanyu died of illness when he was less than 12 years old.
Breast cancer.
There's no melodramatic car accident revenge plot.
Chen Wanyu and Fang Daqiang were college classmates. Yes, that's right, an old rogue like Fang Daqiang also went to college.
When Fang Yu was a child, he never understood how his mother, who was a lady from a prominent family after all, could marry his father despite the threat of his grandparents severing ties with him.
But after Chen Wanyu passed away, Fang Yu and his father depended on each other for survival, and only then did he truly discover the good qualities of his father.
A man who is decisive, insightful, tolerant, has strong emotional control, and can provide emotional value to everyone, even if he is very fickle, will still be loved to death by women.
Until her death, Chen Wanyu always said that she had no regrets about marrying Fang Daqiang in this life.
Fang Daqiang took out a tissue and blew his nose, wiped away his tears, then turned to Fang Yu and said, "Xiao Yu, do you want to say something to your mother?"
Fang Yu nodded: "Dad, I want to be alone with my mom for a while, okay?"
Fang Daqiang was startled, then smiled and patted Fang Yu on the back of the head: "Boy, are you still hiding something from your dad? You're not really going to hook up with a rich woman, are you? Okay, I'll go down first, and call me when you're done."
Fang Daqiang bowed three times in front of his wife's grave and turned to leave.
When Fang Yu saw Fang Daqiang leave, he took out a piece of paper from the pocket of his sportswear and placed it in front of Chen Wanyu's tombstone.
A blank sheet of paper.
"Mom, this is the portrait I drew for you." Fang Yu sat in front of the tombstone and looked at the name on it, as if he saw Chen Wanyu's face.
"A few days ago, I asked a girl what gift to give her mother. She told me that her mother's favorite gift was an essay she wrote titled 'My Mom is More Beautiful Than Lin Chiling.'"
"I was thinking at the time that my mother is also very beautiful, and she is the most beautiful mother in the world."
"Then I want to draw a portrait of you."
"But when I picked up the pen, I realized that I couldn't remember what you looked like."
"But, Mom, I really miss you."
Two lines of tears flowed from the corners of Fang Yu's eyes.
"Mom, you know, I didn't cry the day you died."
"I even wondered at the time, am I really cold-hearted? My own mother died, and I couldn't even cry?"
"It wasn't until the day you were buried, when I saw the urn placed in the cemetery and the coffin lid closed, that I suddenly felt reality and realized that I would never see my mother again. Ahem."
Tears entered his nasal cavity and choked his trachea, and Fang Yu couldn't help coughing.
"Mom, do you know why I chose to live in the school dormitory when I was in the second grade of junior high school? At that time, my dad and I hadn't moved yet, and it seemed like your shadow was always in the house."
"Every time I play computer games in my room, I always have an illusion that the door of the room is pushed open and you are standing at the door, saying to me, 'Do you want to use your eyes? Why are you still playing so late? Go to bed!'"
"But when I looked closer, all I could see was a closed door."
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"I wish this wasn't an illusion."
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"I remember all these scenes, but why can't I draw what you look like?"
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"A few days ago, I saw a quote that said the death of a loved one is not a rainstorm, but a lifetime of moisture."
Fang Yu wiped away her tears and said, "I want to tell you, I don't want heavy rain or humidity, I just want you to come back alive."
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"Mom, I must revive you."
"I want you to be my model in person and draw a picture for you right in front of me."
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"Believe me."
"I can definitely do it."
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These two chapters mainly provide a brief introduction to the protagonist's growth experience.
People like Fang Yu would not have developed the personality they have now if they had not had a special growth experience.
Fang Yu's parents were both university graduates. He inherited his father's amorousness and his mother's intelligence. Raised in KTVs, he was exposed to all sorts of women, all prettier, gentler, and more down-to-earth than his middle and high school classmates. Women have many facets, and even their wives, most men only see one or two. Growing up in this environment, Fang Yu saw nearly every side of women. Consequently, most women no longer held a sense of mystery for him.
Many people don’t like to read these two chapters, but I have to write them, otherwise Fang Yu’s growth will not be reasonable and the character will not be able to stand out.
By the way, let me add that the spell requirements for Fang Mu’s final resurrection are extremely difficult to meet, and the protagonist’s operation to meet the conditions will be very explosive.
Of course, this should happen after chapter 500.
(End of this chapter)
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