Black figure
(Cemetery)
24-year-old Lan Qiyue walks in the cemetery in Chenxi County.
The sun is a little dazzling today, and Qi Yue is a little uncomfortable with it. At this time, she still prefers cloudy days.
After putting on the mask, Qi Yue turned and left the cemetery. A black figure walked past, leaving behind a bouquet of flowers.
Three white chrysanthemums, three rosa caninas, and a sunflower, dotted with blue baby's breath. It's a tribute, a hope, and a love.
"Dad, I'll come see you next time."
Lan's mother picked up some food for Qiyue and said, "Yueyue, stay home for a few more days now that you're back. You've lost weight."
"No, Li Qiao has contacted the Yunyi franchisee in Yangbin and said they want me to join them as the principal of the branch campus. I want to go there as soon as possible to get familiar with the environment."
"It's better to go to work earlier so that you can meet more new friends. It's a pity that the aunt next door also said that there is a good guy working in our county government unit and she wants you to see him."
After hearing this, Qi Yue put down her chopsticks with an expressionless face. "I see Aunt Li next door is just idle all day long. She's retired and has nothing to do, so she's doing some kind of matchmaking job. Can't she see that we don't even have Spring Festival couplets on our door? This neighbor is better off not doing anything."
After saying that, he turned around and went back to the bedroom.
Lan's mother sighed and put down her chopsticks. The food on the table was tasteless.
Qi Yue has been like this ever since her father passed away. Although she has to observe a three-year mourning period, she has not said that she will get married immediately. At first, she would listen attentively when talking about important life issues, but now she can't even listen. Her temper has become more and more weird, she is moody, and she doesn't like to go out.
Lan's mother was very worried. So, one of them was inside the house, and the other was outside. As the sun set, the house became increasingly quiet.
"Yueyue, Mommy is going to the market. Do you want to come with Mommy and take a walk? You haven't left the house in so many days since you came back."
"No."
"Yueyue, you should eat more. You haven't eaten much recently and you've lost a lot of weight."
"Mom, I'm full. I'm going back to my room."
"Yueyue, my uncle called me via video and said he missed you and wanted to talk to you."
Lan's mother looked towards Qi Yue's room. There was no sound. She pushed open the door and saw Qi Yue lying on the bed. The room was pitch black.
"Yueyue, your aunt is calling us over for dinner. Hurry up and pack up, we're leaving."
"Mom, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."
"Yueyue, mommy is taking you on a trip. Is there any place you want to go?"
"No."
The second day, the third day, the fourth day...the seventh day, and so on.
Qiyue herself didn't know what was wrong, maybe she was just cold-hearted by nature! However, Lan Qiyue was obviously not like this before.
Even Qi Yue herself hates herself now.
"Yueyue, be careful on the road. Call mom if anything happens."
"I know, Mom, take care of yourself."
I turned and walked towards the waiting room, waved to my mother and told her, "You can go home. I can do it myself."
"This time it was my mom who sent me off. There will never be a time when my dad will send me off to the car again."
Because of problems at the factory, my younger brother's family was also deeply in debt. After selling their existing assets, they went to other places to work and earn money to pay off their debts.
They are both creditors and debtors, but the Lan family motto is, "live by your own efforts, neither in debt nor loss."
At her daughter's urging, Lan's mother left the waiting hall, her eyes full of reluctance to leave her daughter, and even more worry.
Since the death of their father, the family seems to have changed. It is no longer the case that the elders hold up the family. Now the Lan siblings can no longer be as carefree as they were in their childhood, but each has their own worries.
Qi Yue sat in an inconspicuous corner of the waiting room, looking out the window expressionlessly, letting her tears fall.
"I don't know why, but I'm always feeling down right now, and my tears are flowing uncontrollably."
It’s so nice. I’m wearing a mask and glasses, so I can’t see any emotional ups and downs at all. I’m just very calm, crying alone, with rain falling in my heart.
At this moment, Qi Yue was detached from the world, like a bystander, looking at everything in front of him coldly, immersed in his own sadness, and allowing the dark emotions to swallow him up.
"Oh, Qiyue, why did you leave the station just now? I thought you were lost." Qiyue's second sister was as bright and beautiful as ever.
"It's not the first time I've come here, how could I lose it?"
Before this, after resigning from Jinghuai, Qiyue met her second sister Wenjia when she changed trains in Yangbin. Because the two had a good relationship, and their parents often appeared in video calls in the past, they were familiar with each other.
When the second sister asked about the recent situation of her uncle, Qiyue's father, Qiyue choked up. Under the second sister's questioning, Qiyue calmly and quietly told about her father's death.
In front of outsiders, Qi Yue would usually say that everything was fine, but her second sister was not an outsider, and Qi Yue believed her, so she confessed.
After she found out, she scolded Qi Yue, saying that she was careless and didn't tell them such a big thing. Qi Yue just listened blankly, like a child who had done something wrong, eating while crying without making a sound and with an expressionless face. It turned out that eating with tears in her eyes was so painful.
"There are too many people and I was pushed to the back." As he said this, he handed his bag to Wen Jia.
Wen Jia didn't react too much, but took Qi Yue's backpack very naturally while chattering. Well, it was really very natural.
You know, Wen Jia is a beauty who cannot be carried on the shoulders or lifted by the hands. When it is hot, this action depends on the person.
"You are just too good-tempered. If it were me, if you push me, I will push you. Let's see who can push the other one more." Wen Jia continued to teach Qi Yue as usual.
"After so many years, my second sister has not changed at all. She is a new-age woman who dares to love and hate, is passionate and bright, has a bold personality, and has good aesthetic taste." Qi Yue muttered to herself.
When Wenjia was a junior in college, her parents bought her a house in Yangbin, so it was natural for her to come back directly after graduation. Unfortunately, she broke up with her boyfriend from college because of distance.
While in Beijing and Huai'an, Qiyue frequently received complaints from Wenjia. All she could do was offer comfort, then go and try to console her then-brother-in-law. It felt like a double agent, eating from two families and receiving wages from both. They say distance creates beauty, but with Wenjia, distance created beauty without beauty.
Yangbin City is divided into five districts: Dongcheng, Xicheng, Nancheng, Beicheng, and Zhongzheng. My second sister lives in Unit 1102, Building 2, Sky Garden, Grande Avenue, Xicheng District. It has two units per floor. Xicheng is a relatively new district, primarily inhabited by young people, with a fast-paced lifestyle and a distinctly urban feel.
"Wait, Qiyue, I have something for you." Wen Jia said mysteriously after arriving at the door.
Qiyue thought Wenjia had some ill intentions, and her first thought was, "Is it too late to leave now?"
As he spoke, he took out a small box from his bag and handed it to Qi Yue. On it was written: "Belongs to you."
Qi Yue glanced at Wen Jia and said, "It's not a bug, is it? Don't make a fuss. You know I'm scared to death."
"Do you think I have this habit? I even caught bugs to scare you. Do you think I'm worthy of it?"
Qi Yue smiled and nodded, then answered affirmatively: "I don't deserve it, but you do."
Wen Jia nudged Qi Yue and said seriously, "Do you want it or not? If you don't want it, I'll give it to Wang Cai (the dog) downstairs."
Qi Yue quickly said, "Yes, yes, yes, why are you so anxious? You've been in this temper for so many years, and you're still so angry."
Opening "Belongs to Me" is a key, a key that can open the door to Qiyue's Yangbin life.
Wen Jia knelt down and raised his hand over his shoulder: "Welcome home, my lady. Please open the door."
Qi Yue said proudly, "Stand up."
As expected of a veteran fan of "Empresses in the Palace", he has good manners.
Qi Yue took the key and opened the door, then said, "You don't even have a key chain, how stingy."
Wen Jia walked in, took off his shoes, and kicked Qi Yue, saying, "You're the one who's always bothering me."
A 90-square-meter two-bedroom house, kept clean and bright by Wenjia, has strong traces of British design, but also some Mediterranean style. At first glance, the Mediterranean style was added temporarily at a later stage, probably for Qiyue's preference. Qiyue likes the rustic, simple and natural feeling with some small characteristics.
"Only my second sister can mix and match styles so exquisitely, she's a real professional. Even if they don't match perfectly, I love any effort put into it."
Qiyue's room had a large French window with white gauze curtains. At this hour, the setting sun streamed in, illuminating the fuzzy carpet. Wenjia knew Qiyue had stomachaches, so the floor was covered in a large area of carpet, and the bed was filled with dolls they had caught in college. Wenjia knew that Qiyue was nostalgic.
Qiyue appears strong but lacks a sense of security. She dislikes an empty bed and prefers to curl up in a corner, wrapped in a blanket, which keeps her warm. Therefore, her bed is against the wall. The furniture is primarily made of wood. Qiyue grew up in a forested area, where her family was in the wood business, so wood was the most common material she'd seen.
Qiyue was still wearing a navy blue sweatshirt, black jeans, and the hood of the sweatshirt was still on her head. She looked like a thief, completely different from Wenjia's room decoration. This time, unexpectedly, Wenjia didn't criticize Qiyue's outfit. If it had been in the past, she would have said that Qiyue was embarrassing the art students.
There wasn't a single red element anywhere in the house. Even my second sister, who loved red so much, had put away all the red items. Tears welled up in Qiyue's eyes. She looked at the beautiful woman in front of her. After all these years, she was still the same, loving her silently in her own way, and now caring for her sensitive and fragile heart.
It turns out that people who care about you can see and remember your joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.
"You are so precious, why do you choose to abuse yourself in such a worthless way?"
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