Chapter 152: Died at the age of 25
As soon as the car door opened, Ruan Xingmian poked his little head out.
See Zhang Yang's figure clearly at the kitchen door.
Brown Martin boots, army green overalls, and black round-neck long-sleeved sweater.
She wore a colorful apron around her waist and held a kitchen knife in her hand.
The corners of his mouth were cold, but his eyes were smiling.
"Mianmian, daddy will help you down." Ruan Ze got out of the car and stretched out his hand. A cool autumn wind blew across his palm and he turned around to look.
His little cabbage followed his sister and jumped out of the car from the other side and ran towards the thief who stole his cabbage.
If adults could cry freely, Ruan Ze's face would already be covered with tears as wide as noodles.
The arrogant Gu Xing not only wore his clothes, but also stole his cabbage.
The people and things around her disappeared. Ruan Xingmian buried herself in the familiar embrace, pressed her eyelids hard with his chest muscles, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
I can’t say “I miss you so much”, I just feel like crying.
Ruan Xingyue passed by and took the kitchen knife from Gu Xing's hand: "Take him to the room and comfort him. We will take care of the kitchen."
Gu Xing nodded and took the person back to his room.
Leaning against the door panel and kissing it gently.
While kissing and coaxing: "I'm sorry, Mianmian...I didn't spend enough time with you."
Ruan Xingmian raised her head and kissed the tip of his nose: "Don't talk, just hug me, okay?"
"good."
His arms were wrapped around her waist like an iron hoop, and one hand was gently supporting her butt.
The down jacket was too thick, so Ruan Xingmian took it off in his arms, clung to his arms like a little fish, and kissed the corner of his mouth.
The room was so quiet that they could hear each other's heartbeats.
No words are needed, just a hug as warm as possible and a kiss as gentle as water.
She was tired of looking up and slowly left Gu Xing's lips.
Gu Xing followed up with a lingering kiss, landing on the corners of her mouth, cheeks and forehead.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, could feel his Adam's apple rolling, could hear his sigh as he kissed her forehead.
She hugged his strong and reliable back even tighter.
After hugging for an unknown amount of time, he lowered his head and rested his forehead against hers.
Eyelashes cast tiny shadows on her face, and then a kiss fell.
There was no eager plundering, but rather slow, warm rolling movements, as if confirming each other's outlines, and as if soothing those unspoken concerns.
There were constant voices in the courtyard outside the window. The well-fed mynah bird was bullied by Ruan Ze and started cursing and babbling.
The room was silent and the two of them didn't say a word.
His hand moved up along her hips, across her back and into her hair, gently pressing the back of her neck and deepening the kiss.
He didn't stop until her breathing became slightly short, pressing his lips against hers, rubbing his nose against hers. The emotions in his eyes were clearer than any words.
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After dinner, the driver took a taxi back to the city to stay in the hotel.
Ruan Xingyue was driving and Ruan Ze was sitting in the passenger seat.
The family went to the Martyrs' Cemetery.
Originally, Gu Xing was going to drive, but Ruan Xingyue was afraid that he was not familiar with the mountain road, so she didn't let him.
It would also allow the two young lovers to stay a little longer.
I just asked someone to come down for dinner, and the color of the lipstick on Gu Xing's mouth was too conspicuous.
Ruan Xingyue didn’t understand. Could a couple really kiss for so long?
Thinking of that unpleasant kiss, Ruan Xingyue's curiosity faded.
The car meandered on the mountain road, the steering wheel turned one corner after another, and the green outside the window flowed into a river.
The shadow of the old camphor tree cut diagonally across the car window. The wind that leaked in carried the bitter taste of pine needles. A thin layer of mist floated in the distant valley, as if someone had accidentally spilled half a bottle of milk.
As they were about to turn the last corner, Li Xue suddenly whispered, "Mianmian, we finally come to see Daddy."
She seemed to be talking to herself, to the wind.
But no one spoke in the car. The mountains were so quiet that everyone in the car heard the mumbling.
There was a deep sigh from the front seat.
Just as he sighed, the car turned the last corner and the view suddenly opened up.
The blue-gray eaves of the Martyrs' Cemetery are right in front of us, and the slope in front of the gate is covered with a large area of white.
It's Allium orchid.
The thin green stems hold up dotted white flowers, the petals are as thin as rice paper, covered with a little morning dew, and tremble gently in the November breeze.
There are no bees or butterflies around, and no strong fragrance. They just bloom quietly, forming a pure sea.
Like countless sacrificed soldiers, they turned into white stars, piled together, sticking close to Mother Earth and unwilling to go to the sky.
Ruan Xingmian looked at the sea of flowers and suddenly resisted going in: "Dad, can I stay outside?"
Li Xue felt a pain in her brow: "Mianmian..."
Ruan Ze wiped his face, his urge to smoke coming back. He choked up and advised his little daughter: "You haven't seen him for fourteen years. He must miss you."
"I don't want to..." She didn't want to cry anymore.
She turned her face away and pouted in Gu Xing's arms.
"Mianmian, before you were born, he said he would come back before your due date. He said he wanted to celebrate your first birthday with you."
"But he didn't come back..." Ruan Xingmian's voice was so low that only Gu Xing could hear it.
The autumn wind blew past, and her face grew slightly cooler.
"Mianmian, you miss him too, right?" Gu Xing coaxed her in a low voice, "There's his photo on the tombstone. Shall we go take a look?"
He held Ruan Xingmian's hand and led her up the clean stairs step by step.
With every step she took, Ruan Xingmian shed a tear.
Ruan Ze's family of three followed behind, their eyes also red. Ruan Ze, a grown man, was the first to turn his head away and wipe his tears with his sleeve.
Burning incense, burning paper, offering fruits, Ruan Xingmian knelt alone in front of the grave, his back desolate, and kowtowed first.
I looked up and met the eyes of the photo on the tombstone.
She finally saw the face in her dream clearly.
My eyes suddenly became blurry and I couldn't see clearly anymore.
The bluestone of the tombstone was washed shiny by the rain, but the words on the tombstone were so powerful that they could be seen through the stone, like a promise still carrying body temperature.
In the epitaph, engraved are his last words to the world. There are no grand words, only a heavy entrustment: "I am willing to give up reincarnation in exchange for my wife and daughter to be loved and cared for throughout their lives."
The date of birth and death on the stele is carved in a square shape, just like his short but upright life.
Tomb of Martyr Nguyen Tao
January 14, 1978 - November 14, 2003
Died at the age of 25
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