Ye Yuan frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "The aunties in the compound have been visiting you these past few days. Just don't say anything out of line. I'll go see him myself."
Ye Dong could only nod and say, "Okay."
After finishing his instructions to his aunt, Ye Yuan turned and left.
After watching her older brother leave, Ye Dong rolled her eyes and sent the aunt next to her away.
Then she called He Su: "Aunt He Su... there's something I need to tell you."
...
Ye Yuan left the hospital, got into a car, hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly said to the driver, "Let's go to the First Cemetery."
The car then headed towards the First Cemetery.
An hour later, Ye Yuan looked at the entrance of the cemetery, sighed softly, got out of the car, and entered the cemetery with the two bunches of chrysanthemums and fruit he had bought.
It wasn't a day off, and the cemetery was large and quiet.
Ye Yuan stood in front of Ye Qiu's grave, arranged the flowers, lit an incense stick, and then took out a handkerchief to wipe the photo of the young woman on the cemetery.
"Sister, look, you're always so young. Zhao Nan and I have both grown up. He's back in the capital. Are you happy? ... You've always thought of others, never yourself. Do you still believe that good people are rewarded in this world?"
He asked softly as he wiped the tombstone.
The young woman with two long braids on the tombstone is smiling at him, neither speaking nor answering, only with an eternal smile.
Ye Yuan gently stroked her photo and whispered, "Sister, I miss you so much, and he misses you too. We will always be a family."
He stood up, silently glanced at his watch, and went down to the cemetery management office to drink tea and wait for others.
We waited and waited until noon.
He then saw a tall figure carrying flowers and a bag of food walk into the cemetery.
“I knew you wouldn’t miss today, the anniversary of my eldest sister’s death,” Ye Yuan said as he walked out.
When Rong Zhaonan saw him, he paused for a moment, said nothing, and walked straight toward Ye Qiu's grave.
He arrived at Ye Qiu's grave, laid out flowers and food, looked at Ye Qiu's photo, closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice—
"Sister Qiu, it's been many years since I last visited you. I'm sorry, it's my fault for being useless. I haven't been able to get justice for you all these years, but just wait a little longer... it will be soon."
"If you really feel sorry for my older sister, you should take good care of Dongdong instead of disappearing for three days without saying a word," Ye Yuan sighed, sounding helpless.
Rong Zhaonan stood up and said calmly, "A Yuan, Dongdong has grown up. If anyone bullies or insults her, I, as her brother, will seek justice for her without you having to tell me. But she is willful and ignorant and causes trouble, so she should take responsibility for it herself."
Ye Yuan frowned: "Zhao Nan, what nonsense are you talking about? She wouldn't have fallen like that if it weren't for you!"
Rong Zhaonan suddenly turned around, looking at him with a deep gaze, and pointed at Ye Qiu's grave: "Ye Yuan, say what you just said again in front of Sister Qiu!"
"Tell me how you raised her most beloved little sister to be so unruly, reckless, and prone to throwing tantrums in public!"
"She said you taught her to use any means to achieve her goals, which is why she fell off the building and had to be hospitalized!"
Ye Yuan froze. The midday sun shone on them, making the air feel incredibly stuffy.
Ye Yuan stared at Rong Zhaonan, disappointment slowly welling up in his eyes: "Rong Zhaonan, was it that female educated youth who spoke ill of Dongdong and me in front of you?"
He closed his eyes briefly: "We've known each other since we were thirteen. Is this how you think of me? After you got together with that woman, you really became someone I didn't recognize!"
Rong Zhaonan looked intently at Ye Yuan: "Yuan, who has changed? If you haven't changed, why don't you dare to say in front of your eldest sister that you never intentionally taught Dongdong to imitate her?"
Ye Yuan looked at him, took a deep breath as if suppressing her anger: "Rong Zhaonan, do you know what you're saying? Eldest sister is everyone's role model and example. What's wrong with me having Dongdong learn from her?"
He suddenly sneered: "Rong Zhaonan, you just said that if Dongdong is insulted or bullied, you will seek justice for her!"
"Good!" Ye Yuan raised his voice, his eyes bloodshot, and angrily pointed outside—
"Then go and teach that woman a lesson right now! How did she insult Dongdong and her older sister in public? If you're not deaf, go ask someone else! Dongdong is only seventeen. If that woman hadn't insulted her and her older sister in public, she wouldn't have been so agitated, crying and demanding an explanation from that woman. How could she have gotten hurt?!"
"Why did you bring that kind of woman back to Beijing? Everyone thought you and she were divorced these past two years. If you hadn't brought her back to Beijing, Dongdong wouldn't have gotten hurt. You betrayed us! You were wrong!"
Seeing Ye Yuan's angry and disappointed expression, Rong Zhaonan couldn't help but clench his fists and said coldly, "I'm not deaf, so I already asked about everything that happened that day!"
He suddenly closed his eyes and chuckled self-deprecatingly: "But you're right, I was wrong."
Rong Zhaonan paused, looked at Ye Qiu's grave, and said softly—
“My life in the first half of the year was fragmented. I gained too little and lost too much, so I always wanted to keep the only companions from those difficult years. But this longing became a weapon against my lover.”
Ye Yuan felt a tightness in his chest. Even though Zhao Nan wasn't angry, he felt inexplicably miserable.
What did he mean? Was he blaming himself?
Ye Yuan suddenly chuckled, walked up to him, and stared at him expressionlessly: "Rong Zhaonan, what are you talking about? Your lover? You love that woman? Are you out of your mind?"
He pointed at Ye Qiu's grave, his eyes red, and coldly curled his lips: "How the hell did you do right by my sister? You dare to tell me in front of me who my sister died for!"
Rong Zhaonan suddenly twitched his shoulder without any expression and punched Ye Yuan hard in the stomach.
He was a trained fighter; his short-range punches, delivered with pinpoint force, caused Ye Yuan to double over in pain: "Ouch—"
He knelt on the ground with a thud, covered in cold sweat, his face pale and contorted, unable to speak at all, feeling as if his internal organs were twisting.
Rong Zhaonan crouched down, looking at him with a cold and calm expression: "Ye Yuan, you've always been the one who's crazy. Hopefully, this punch will wake you up. If not..."
He gently patted Ye Yuan on the shoulder: "I'm telling you this now, if you encourage Ye Dong to cause trouble for Ning Yuan again, even in front of Grandpa Ye and Uncle Ye, I'll beat you so badly they won't recognize you!"
After saying that, Rong Zhaonan turned and left decisively.
Ye Yuan remained kneeling on the spot for a while, tears welling up in his eyes. In a daze, he looked at Ye Qiu's tombstone.
But he felt that the older sister in the photo, who was looking at him, was smiling, but it seemed as if she was crying and asking him why he did this.
"...For no reason at all, it's just because everyone else has been living well and moving forward all these years, while only the best version of you died and was forever left in the past?!"
"You taught me to do good deeds and not worry about the future, you taught me that evil will be punished and good will be rewarded, but that's not true at all!"
Ye Yuan murmured softly, a painful hatred flashing in his bloodshot eyes.
"Mingming, what I want is not excessive at all. I just want the people you care about to stay by your side forever... There has to be someone who takes responsibility for you."
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