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If the mother's spirit is not at home, then it should be on the rooftop. If she goes to the rooftop, perhaps she can sense her mother's presence and gain something from it.
Previously, Ye Wenyu had never had such thoughts. She probably thought that if she saw the place where her mother died, she would know that her mother was really dead and would never come back. But now, for some reason, she decided to go up and take a look.
Perhaps it's because the uncertainty surrounding his mother's death—whether it was suicide or homicide—is too agonizing.
So, Ye Wenyu mustered her courage and climbed the stairs, floor by floor. The highest floor was seven, not very high. When she reached the rooftop, she found a lock, but because it had been in disrepair for years, she tried pushing the rooftop door. Surprisingly, she managed to open it. A gust of wind from above blew in, carrying fresh air with dust, making her hair fly backward. Ye Wenyu paused, looking at the rooftop—open and bright. She could almost see how her mother had opened the rooftop door and walked up to the roof.
As if possessed, Ye Wenyu also went inside.
In that instant, it felt as if my mother's spirit had possessed me.
The rooftop space was quite large, and the strong winds at high altitudes tore at her hair and skirt. If you walked from the door to the edge of the rooftop, it would be about two hundred meters. In addition, there were more than a hundred dead flowerpots on the rooftop. She recognized many of the flowerpots; her mother had bought them to grow flowers. Their family did not have a south-facing balcony, but her mother loved flowers and plants.
Now all these flowerpots are empty, with only soil and the remnants of dead plants remaining.
For a period of time, Ye Wenyu lived at home and noticed that her mother would magically bring back one or two potted plants that were growing very well every few days. The plants were lush and fragrant, adding a lot of color and fragrance to the simple home. The flowers were very beautiful, and you couldn't even buy such beautiful flowers at the flower and bird market.
At the time, Ye Wenyu asked her mother curiously where she bought the plants. Her mother smiled and told her that she hadn't bought them, but had grown them on the roof. Since their home didn't have a south-facing balcony and never got any sun, the plants wouldn't thrive. The rooftop was a better spot, allowing the plants to receive sunlight and rain. Outdoor plants are the best, so she secretly grew them on the roof, bringing a few pots home every few days. When the plants in her room were dying from lack of sunlight, their leaves falling off, and the flowers nearly withering, she would run up to the roof to replace them with a few more healthy, blooming plants.
This cycle repeats itself, so the house is always filled with blooming flowers and fragrant aromas, and the home always looks thriving and exceptionally beautiful.
My mother lived such a sophisticated and refined life, and she loved life so much!
Ye Wenyu pondered for a moment, then walked up to the potted plants. She squatted down, her eyes wide as she stared blankly at them. After her mother passed away, these potted plants were neglected. Because no one cared for them, they gradually died, leaving only the pots and soil, which had now hardened.
The withered branches and leaves that had turned yellow seemed to be weeping for the passing of their mother.
She thought to herself, her mother was such a diligent woman, a good woman, only she had met the wrong person in the first half of her life, encountering her irresponsible father. But she didn't lose heart; she raised her alone, supporting her until she was eighteen, and helped her get into one of the top universities in the country. Even then, she didn't give up on pursuing happiness just because she was middle-aged. She accepted her stepfather's marriage proposal and started a new family. Most women wouldn't do this unless they were filled with love and passion for life, and no matter how many times they suffered inhumane treatment or fell into despair, they wouldn't give up their yearning for happiness.
Moreover, my mother made the right choice this time; my stepfather is a good man, and although married life was a bit tough, it was still quite happy.
Ye Wenyu pondered, tears streaming down her face. Clutching a flowerpot, she thought to herself how foolish she had been! Why hadn't she thought to go to the rooftop to check? How could her mother have committed suicide?! A middle-aged woman, with a loving husband, still young and beautiful, a daughter in university, and two sons who, though not related by blood, respected her. The family wasn't wealthy, but the couple lived a loving and joyful life. She even kept so many flowers on the roof, taking a few pots home every few days to admire them. Could such a woman one day open the rooftop door, walk past the hundreds of blooming flowers she had personally cultivated, and then jump to her death?
This makes no sense!
At the time, she was so grief-stricken that she forgot about her mother growing flowers on the roof. Now, she thinks that if she tells the police about the flowerpot, maybe they will continue to investigate!
Ye Wenyu realized she couldn't let things continue like this. If she did nothing, the truth about her mother's death would remain buried forever, unknown to anyone. Clutching an empty flowerpot, she hurriedly left the rooftop and went to her mother's grave.
The sky was overcast, like a heavy lead plate.
Before going to sweep her mother's grave, Ye Wenyu bought a bouquet of flowers. She took a taxi to her mother's grave. At that time, the weather was gloomy and cold, as if it would rain at any moment. The wind blowing on her body was like a knife, chilling her to the bone.
The cemetery was quiet, with only the pine trees standing silently.
After passing countless tombstones, Ye Wenyu arrived at her mother's grave and was shocked to find a person sitting in front of the tombstone. At first, she didn't see clearly and was startled. But after looking closely, she realized that the person sitting in front of the tombstone was actually her stepfather.
"Uncle Wang?" She was shocked, her eyes wide open. Holding flowers, she stood a little distance away from the cemetery. Didn't Uncle Wang have to go to work during the day? Why was he sitting in the cemetery in a daze during work hours?
This place is located on the outskirts of S City, in a somewhat remote area. Since it is not the Qingming Festival, there are few people coming to sweep the tombs, so it appears unusually deserted. A gust of wind blows by, and all that can be heard is the sound of the pine trees. Apart from the tombs and the green pines, there seems to be no other living thing.
Hearing her call, the person sitting in front of the tombstone looked up. It was none other than Uncle Wang.
But is this man really Uncle Wang? His hair is completely gray, his face is full of wrinkles, his big eyes are sad and lifeless, and his clothes are wrinkled, as if they were just taken out of a walnut shell.
His hair was too long, and the mustache around his lips looked like it hadn't been shaved in a long time. In short, Uncle Wang looked like a vagrant.
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