Chapter 730 Burial
The two stayed in the apartment for one night, and the next day Kong Wange took Murong Ting to Zhixing Medical Clinic.
Wan Qingzhou had spent the entire night in the underground chamber. When he saw Kong Wange and Murong Ting come down, his voice was a little hoarse: "You've arrived?"
Kong Wange hummed in agreement, then pulled Murong Ting to Wen Zhiyi's side and whispered to him, "This is my mother. Do you remember her? We came to see her together a year ago."
It was because she discovered Wen Zhiyi here and realized that her death was not due to difficult childbirth but poisoning that she embarked on the path of avenging her mother.
Murong Ting looked at the woman lying not far away. More than twenty years had passed, but her appearance remained unchanged, gentle and serene.
He tugged at Kong Wange's hand and whispered, "You two are very similar."
Kong Wange smiled and said, "I'll take that as a compliment on my looks."
"Yes, you are all great beauties."
As expected, Kong Wange's lips curled up even higher.
Wan Qingzhou, standing to the side, rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, "Do I need you to tell me how beautiful my wife is?"
This kid, ever since he woke up, he's been clinging to his daughter every day. He doesn't act like a grown man at all.
He still speaks in a glib and slick manner, which is not pleasing to anyone.
It's only because my own daughter likes it, otherwise...
Just as he was internally complaining, Kong Wange coughed lightly and asked, "Dad, when do you plan to arrange the burial?"
Wan Qingzhou paused, then turned to look at Wen Zhiyi, and after a long while said in a deep voice, "Let's do it today."
His obsession kept her with him until today; it's time to say goodbye.
Kong Wange was stunned for a moment: "So fast..."
Wan Qingzhou hummed in agreement: "After I arrived yesterday, I arranged everything that was needed."
He walked over and gently stroked Wen Zhiyi's hair, his gaze tender: "She's been here alone for so long, and I forced her to stay. Who knows how much she might resent me deep down? The sooner we bury her, the more I can go down and join her in a few years, so she won't be too lonely."
Kong Wange felt a pang of sadness: "Dad..."
"Alright, that's enough. You two say goodbye to your mother. The hearse I arranged will be here soon."
Kong Wange and Murong Ting nodded, watching Wan Qingzhou walk out with a slightly hunched back.
Murong Ting tugged at Kong Wange's hand: "Your parents have a very good relationship."
Kong Wange squeezed his hand back, thinking of her parents' past, and sighed after a long while, "If my mother hadn't been harmed, everything would have been different."
...
That day, Wan Qingzhou and Kong Wange, along with Murong Ting, buried Wen Zhiyi.
In front of the tombstone, Wan Qingzhou placed a bunch of pink lilies of the valley in front of her, squatted down, and gently stroked the tombstone: "These are your favorite flowers. I will come to give you two bunches every year from now on."
Kong Wange looked at Wan Qingzhou's slightly red eyes, sighed, squatted down in front of Wen Zhiyi's tombstone, and poured a glass of wine: "Mom, Dad has always thought about you all these years, and so have I. We are living well now, so you don't need to worry."
This time, Murong Ting "sensibly" didn't cling to Kong Wange. Instead, he picked up a wine glass and said solemnly and earnestly, "Mom, I will treat Wange well from now on, cherish her and love her, and never let her suffer any grievances."
Kong Wange glanced at him, a warm feeling welling up in her heart. Then she looked at Wen Zhiyi's tombstone and whispered in her heart, "Mom, if you are watching over me from heaven, please bless A-Ting so that he can remember everything as soon as possible."
The group poured wine in front of Wen Zhiyi's grave.
The smell of alcohol filled the air, and the cemetery was quiet.
On the tombstone, Wen Zhiyi's black and white photo shows her with a smile as bright and gentle as ever.
The many disputes thus came to an end.
...
After dealing with Wen Zhiyi's matter, Kong Wange greeted Uncle Fu at the clinic, gave him instructions on how to run the clinic, and caught up with him. The three of them did not visit Murong Ting's grandfather first, but instead went to Jinzhen.
Kong Wange still pinned her hopes on that place to help Murong Ting regain his memory. She wanted to take him to see the old man in good health so that the old man wouldn't be traumatized.
Peony Pavilion is where Kong Wange and Murong Ting first met, and this trip was already on their to-do list.
Wan Qingzhou and Yan Heli hadn't seen each other for many years, so they followed along, intending to catch up with him.
That evening, the group arrived in the countryside. Yan Heli looked at the group and listened to them recount the events of the past year, tears streaming down his face.
After many years apart, the old friends, with the departure of Wen Zhiyi, had long since let go of their grudges and instead became even closer. The two toasted each other and got completely drunk.
They poured out all the bitterness and hardship they had endured over the years, one sentence after another.
In the end, Yan Heli hugged Wan Qingzhou, crying and cursing him, saying that he was a scoundrel and had no conscience.
Wan Qingzhou, her eyes red-rimmed, remained silent, drinking quietly until she finally collapsed onto the table with a thud. In the end, it was Kong Wange who directed Murong Ting to separate them and carry them back to their respective rooms.
The night sky in the countryside is cleaner than in the city.
After the two elderly people went to sleep, she took Murong Ting to the Peony Residence on the back mountain again.
The courtyard was surprisingly clean, clearly indicating that Yan Heli frequently came to clean it.
The two sat in the fenced yard, and Kong Wange pointed to the stars in the sky: "Do you remember when you were injured and temporarily blinded, I took care of you for many days in this yard."
I'll change your dressing.
I'll cook noodles for you.
I will play for you.
It was here that we had our first child.
"Moreover, you also built a 'Peony House' for me in the suburbs of Kyoto, and even bought me a telescope so we could watch the stars together."
Kong Wange reminisced about the good old days, talking on and on. Murong Ting didn't say anything, just quietly watched her from the side.
Receiving no response, Kong Wange turned to look at him. Their eyes met, and she asked, "So many wonderful memories, don't you really remember any of them?"
"I don't remember, I only remember how beautiful you were, more beautiful than the stars in the sky."
Kong Wange clicked her tongue: "I've noticed you're being much more mushy than before since you lost your memory. You really have amnesia, or were you switched at birth?"
Murong Ting simply pulled her hand over and placed it on his abs: "Feel it, see if it's the real deal."
As expected, Kong Wange delivered a crushing blow: "You scoundrel!"
Murong Ting snorted: "We are legal."
Kong Wange chuckled: "I guess I believe you weren't switched. Your shamelessness is exactly the same as before."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and continued looking at the stars.
Murong Ting reached out and pulled her into his arms, and she leaned against his shoulder.
In April, the weather in the south is not very cold. A gentle breeze carries the fragrance of peonies from the courtyard.
Kong Wange felt that things were fine as they were, so she closed her eyes comfortably and naturally didn't notice the increasingly deep gaze that Murong Ting was giving her.
That was a different kind of affection than the ones of the previous days.
He gently put his arm around her, thinking to himself that he hadn't been thick-skinned enough before.
Otherwise, I would definitely spend even more time clinging to her like I have these past few days, never letting her out of my sight for a moment.
Thinking of this, he silently took out his phone and sent a message.
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