(five hundred and ninety)
Half a year has passed, how did Uncle Wang become like this? Ye Wenyu tried hard to find what Uncle Wang looked like in the past in her memory.
Uncle Wang used to be ugly, but at least his clothes were neat, he was always smiling, and he always looked very energetic. The contrast between then and now is like night and day.
"Uncle Wang, it's me, Xiaoyu!" Ye Wenyu took a step forward, her eyes wide open like teacups, staring at Uncle Wang in shock.
If it was the mother's suicide that led to her death, then it also ruined Uncle Wang's life.
Compared to my impression of Uncle Wang when we parted last time, Uncle Wang now looks like he's aged twenty years, even though they've only not seen each other for six months.
In other words, if the mother's death was murdered, then the murderer harmed two people at the same time: one person died because of him, and the other person was ruined because of him.
Thinking of this, Ye Wenyu's hatred intensified. If Lin Tingfeng really did kill her mother, then there was absolutely no possibility between them!
"Xiaoyu, is that you?" Uncle Wang stood up, his face full of disbelief. Behind him was a bouquet of bright red roses. Roses are not usually appropriate for tomb sweeping. Uncle Wang glanced at the white chrysanthemums in Ye Wenyu's hand and knew that she didn't mean it. He explained hesitantly, "Your mother loved red roses the most when she was alive. I thought she would be happy if I brought red roses."
Ye Wenyu nodded slowly. Uncle Wang seemed to love her mother deeply. She walked to her mother's tombstone, placed the white chrysanthemums and red roses in her hand together, the red and white petals trembling gently in the breeze. For the past six months, whenever she missed her mother, she would come to sweep the tomb alone, but she had never run into Uncle Wang. Sometimes, when she saw a bouquet of flowers on the tombstone, she would guess that it was from Uncle Wang.
It's pitiful, but besides her and Uncle Wang, her mother had no other relatives in this world. As for her ex-husband, he was practically an enemy to her.
I remember at my mother's funeral, she called her father, and the old man appeared briefly like a shadow, then disappeared.
After leaving Uncle Wang's house, she never went back. This was the first time they had met in six months.
Uncle Wang stepped aside, walking two or three meters away from the tombstone. Ye Wenyu stood before the tombstone and bowed deeply three times. The pain of losing one's only loved one is indescribable. Before, with family and knowing someone loved you, you could endure any hardship. But now—
Ye Wenyu dared not think too much, mourned for three minutes, then stood up straight and looked at Uncle Wang.
Uncle Wang's face was sallow, as if he hadn't washed his face in a long time. It was astonishing that a man without a woman to take care of him would end up like this.
For Uncle Wang, his mother's departure felt as if the spring of his life had been wound up.
Ye Wenyu observed quietly. After thinking for a moment, she said to her stepfather, "Uncle Wang, I went to the house, but you weren't there. So you came to sweep the graves."
She thought he was at work during the day as usual, but now she found him at her mother's grave.
At the same time, a wave of guilt surged through her heart. If she had suspected her stepfather was the killer when her mother jumped off the building, she could now completely rule that out. Her stepfather had no motive to kill her mother. He loved her deeply, as deep as the sea. Even though she, as the daughter, had recovered after six months, her stepfather had not yet recovered from the pain of losing his beloved wife.
Ye Wenyu walked up to him, looked him over, and asked, "Uncle Wang, how are you doing?" In truth, she knew without his answer that he was probably not doing well. His vagrant-like appearance and the look of utter disgust in his eyes told her from the first glance that this man had no woman in his home. He seemed to have lost his zest for life, his will to live, and his very core purpose.
Men with wives dress and act completely differently; they look like they're being taken care of, and anyone can tell at a glance.
Although society is a patriarchal society, that applies to a small number of extremely successful men. Most ordinary men, and even those who fail in their careers, are cared for by women. If they lose the woman who takes care of them, they become as lost and helpless as infants without their mothers.
Uncle Wang is just one of those ordinary men.
Ye Wenyu sighed inwardly, but Uncle Wang still answered. He looked at himself, gave a bitter laugh, and replied in a hoarse voice, "No." As if thinking of her mother, his eyes immediately reddened.
Ye Wenyu nodded and advised him, "Uncle Wang, my mother has been gone for more than half a year. As the saying goes, the dead go on their way to death, and the living also have to go on their way to life. We should look forward."
She encouraged him to cheer up.
Uncle Wang looked at Ye Wenyu, nodded, and said to her, "Xiaoyu, it seems you've come out of this. It's good to be young; it's easy to cheer up. The world belongs to you. I'm very happy to see you doing so well now. I think your mother would be very happy in the afterlife too."
For some reason, Ye Wenyu understood the meaning behind Uncle Wang's words, and felt a pang of guilt in her heart. Her face flushed slightly. She seemed to have moved on from the pain of losing her mother too easily. She shouldn't have done that.
Uncle Wang, fearing she would misunderstand, immediately said to her, "But I can't get over it. Losing your mother made me realize what a wonderful woman she was! I'm old now, there's no chance of turning my life around, and I have no dreams or ambitions left. All I want to do in this life is stay with your mother and spend the rest of my days, but—"
As Uncle Wang spoke, tears welled up in his eyes. He wiped them away and said in a hoarse voice, "Later I realized that in this world, no woman other than her would want to marry someone like me. I'm a heavy burden. I have no skills, no background, no resources, and I can't even do an ordinary job well. Back then, the mother of those two children left me because she thought I was too honest and incompetent. Now I'm still too honest and incompetent, so no woman other than your mother would want to marry me."
Upon hearing this, Ye Wenyu raised her head, wondering why Uncle Wang would say such a thing.
Uncle Wang immediately gave his reason in his answer. He said in a hoarse voice, "In the past six months, some people have introduced me to potential partners, but once they found out about my family's situation, they refused to continue the relationship. No one is willing to come and be my nanny, so I am still alone now, and I will probably be alone until I grow old. Sigh, sometimes I think life is really meaningless, and I really want to go with your mother."
"Uncle Wang, please don't think like that!" Ye Wenyu was startled and took a step forward, looking nervously at her stepfather.
Is that why he doesn't work during the day and stays at his mother's grave?
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