Chapter 144 Begonia Garden
Si Huai looked at the little girl's unstable mood, held her in his arms, and then pushed the wheelchair with one hand and walked behind the glass cabinet.
He was still saying, "You can only look at this place, you can't touch it with your hands."
At this point, he paused, his tone somewhat helpless: "You can't take it home."
He thought about what Tang Wan had just said and felt a little confused.
Didn't they say this little cub couldn't talk? Why was he just calling for his mother?
Mother?
Si Huai suddenly seemed to realize something. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the restless little kid in his arms, his voice trembling slightly.
"You, you..." Who are you calling mother?
Is this the person he thinks he is?
Tang Guan stretched out his hand, but could no longer utter the two words he had just said.
She just pointed at the burnt wooden horse with tears in her eyes and shouted "Ah" excitedly.
Si Huai seemed to suddenly understand what Tang Wan meant.
He reached out his hand, rubbed his eyes fiercely, and pushed the wheelchair, saying, "I'll take you there."
Regardless of whether the person Tang Guan was calling was the one he thought of, it was reasonable for him to comfort the little boy who was crying so sadly.
Tang Wan helped Si Huai a lot, and Si Huai remembered it all.
Although he never said it, he kept it in mind.
Tang Wan actually looks very similar to the person he is thinking about.
They are all the same, very considerate of others, and then they say things like "It's just something I did conveniently" or "It's no big deal, I have a lot, it's okay to help out", which are just understatements.
People like them find it difficult to understand the greedy thoughts of some people. When it comes to beautiful things, they are beauty itself.
Si Huai was also cured in this way.
During these two thousand days and nights, he just pursued his lover like darkness pursues sunlight.
He picked up Tang Wan and brought her close to the scarred little wooden horse, and heard the little boy sobbing.
Her tears were like a river that would never dry up, pounding heavily on Si Huai's heart in this closed room.
He sighed and held Tang Wan in his arms. His movements were clumsy, so he could only imitate Lu Lin and say over and over again: "Don't cry, you've become a tabby cat."
Do children really cry so much?
There were so many that it made him feel sad.
The head teacher, who arrived late, looked at the two figures hugging each other and took back the words on his lips.
As one of the investors of this cemetery, the class teacher is also very familiar with Si Huai.
Like the Xue family, the Si family is small in number and a loyal supporter of the country.
They also endured pain that ordinary people could not imagine.
The most obvious thing is Si Huai's legs, which were also broken by those bad guys in revenge.
But even so, Si Huai still led the Si Group to move forward.
He was sitting in a wheelchair, but his soul was still unyielding.
The head teacher waved to the students behind him and asked them to leave, wanting Si Huai to enjoy the quiet.
For him, the Xue family is his second home.
This is where he carries his memories, and he cannot disturb his family members who are resting in peace.
Tang Wan didn’t know how long she had been crying, she only knew that she was very sad.
The elders whom she never had the chance to meet are buried here.
She had no access to anything about them, and all of their past was told orally by her mother, and now it finally took shape.
If it were an ordinary day, Tang Wan would definitely not cry.
But she had just recovered her memory of her mother, and when she saw everything in front of her, Tang Wan really couldn't bear it.
She just wanted a small break, she just wanted to touch something that had the warmth of her family, to stay for a little while in the home she could have had.
It will be fine in a short while.
She will be able to stand up soon, and soon she will follow in her mother's footsteps and keep moving forward.
Si Huai's hand gently rubbed Tang Wan's hair, as if comforting a restless kitten.
In the quiet space, there are two broken souls, one big and one small.
The broken relics around them are the last things left to them by their loved ones.
The cold moonlight shone through the ceiling onto them, lengthening their shadows and blending them into one.
The shadows of the relics surrounded them.
Isn't this a hug?
The other students have followed their class teacher back to school, only Tang Wan stayed here.
Si Huai looked at the little girl who was crying until she was a little dazed, picked her up, and pushed the wheelchair onto a path leading to the back mountain.
No one else is allowed to visit here, only relatives and friends of the Xue family can come.
The road is lined with warm star-shaped lights, hanging on fruit trees of various sizes.
Tang Guan also saw that the fruits on the trees were crooked, and some were still green, looking very sour.
Si Huai seemed to have opened up and talked to Tang Wan about some past events.
Maybe it was because Tang Wan was the only kid in the cemetery who could empathize with him, or maybe it was because Si Huai was also somewhat close to Tang Wan, so this was the first time he spoke so much to an outsider.
"These fruit trees were saved later, and it took that person a lot of effort."
"Your name should be Grandma Xue, right? She's from the south and looks particularly petite here. She's a very cute little grandma. The fruits she grows are not very tasty, but she sends some to us every year."
"It's sour and bitter, really..."
"She's not very good at growing plants. She even killed a cactus. It was only with Grandpa Xue's help that she was able to keep some plants alive."
"Do you see that pavilion?"
Tang Guan looked in the direction of Si Huai's finger and saw a pavilion among the crabapple flowers.
The blooming crabapple blossoms are full of unprecedented vitality, and the fireflies above them are like elves, making everything look like a fairy tale.
Si Huai's voice was a little hoarse and a little cold: "Grandma Xue likes crabapple flowers very much, and her daughter likes them too, so Grandpa Xue built a crabapple garden for them."
"Jingjiao is not suitable for the growth of crabapple flowers, but in order to fulfill the wishes of Grandma Xue and her daughter, Grandpa Xue took great pains to cultivate this flower that is suitable for the climate of Jingjiao."
"It's a pity that what you see now is the restored part. The garden was more beautiful before."
"There's also a stream next to it. We used to go there to fish and shrimp."
"We're still having a picnic here..."
Si Huai knows everything here like the back of his hand. Every flower and every leaf has a story in his heart.
Tang Wan's eyes fell on Si Huai, and she couldn't imagine what kind of mood he was in, engraving these memories in his mind over and over again.
Finally, Tang Wan discovered that Si Huai seemed to have been calling Grandma Xue's daughter, and never called her name.
So Tang Wan took Si Huai's hand and wrote down her questions on his palm.
[What is the name of Grandma Xue’s daughter?]
Si Huai slowly retracted his fingertips and spoke in a hoarse and painful voice.
"Her name is Xue Minna."
"My love."
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