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The next morning
Lu Xing stuffed a large enough two-person folding umbrella into his bag.
Then he got on the bus to Changning Cemetery on Yongfu Road.
A fine rain falls during the Qingming Festival.
He stared at the light rain outside the window and thought to himself, 'The ancestors were really right.'
It was actually raining.
Lu Xing lowered his head to memorize his English composition templates, but his thoughts drifted a little far.
'I wonder if those two are still alive.'
When he fell as a child, he would think, how wonderful it would be if he had a father and a mother to help him up.
When he was a little older and no one came to his parent-teacher conferences, he would think, it would be fine if someone could be his father and mother.
Although none of his wishes came true, Lu Xing also learned a lesson.
Seeking immortals and asking for divination is not as good as being your own master. Chanting Buddha's name and reciting scriptures is not as good as having skills of your own.
He could stand up on his own.
Even if he stood a little pathetically, he stood up.
After arriving at the station.
Lu Xing found Changning Cemetery. There was a covered bench at the entrance. He sat down with his schoolbag.
Little Goldie should be going to talk to her mother. He wouldn't follow her in.
When a mother and daughter are chatting, if he went, Little Goldie would definitely put on a brave face and refuse to cry.
That won't do!
So he simply waited at the entrance and, by the way, bought some white chrysanthemums.
Mm.
He didn't pluck any flowers from the flowerbed.
After waiting for about ten minutes, a figure in a cardigan and long pants walked over from not far away.
Lu Xing squinted at Xia Yeshuang's attire today.
All black, her golden hair all tied up at the back of her head.
This was the first time he had seen Xia Yeshuang dressed so solemnly.
When Xia Yeshuang saw Lu Xing sitting on the bench, she was a little incredulous.
He actually came so early?
Lu Xing walked forward and calmly handed over a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of water.
"Help me bring these flowers to your auntie."
"Drink this water if you're thirsty later."
Actually, it just meant, if you're tired from crying and your throat is hoarse, remember to take a sip.
Xia Yeshuang stared blankly at the things Lu Xing handed over. Until Lu Xing held up an umbrella and walked her to the cemetery gate, her eyes suddenly stung, and her sparkling eyes shimmered with water.
That damn Old Man Xia had done too many bad things and didn't dare to come see her mother.
So.
Every Qingming Festival, she came by herself.
Lu Xing did his best to give Little Goldie a reliable feeling. "You go ahead. I'll wait for you here."
"The moment you come out, you'll see me."
Until Xia Yeshuang stood in front of her mother's tombstone, this sentence kept replaying in her mind.
Xia Yeshuang looked up and looked at the photo on the tombstone with a sour feeling.
She placed the white chrysanthemums Lu Xing had given her in front of the tombstone. She was silent, but tears couldn't stop falling down.
Death's scythe will not be merciful to anyone.
No matter how glorious and rich one was in life, when you're dead, you're dead. Dust to dust, earth to earth, nothing is left.
"Mom..."
Xia Yeshuang sat in front of the tombstone, leaned her head against the cold stone with a choke, and raised her voice, feigning cheerfulness as she said.
"That woman went into your room without permission. I kicked her out!"
"I won't let anyone touch your things! Will you be happy, Mom?"
Chattering, trivial matters.
All the things that could not be said to outsiders, at this moment, she wanted to tell her mother.
'This peaceful heart is my home.'
The cemetery that everyone was afraid of, for her, was the most comfortable and peaceful place.
As Xia Yeshuang spoke, tears streamed down her cheeks, but her gaze remained on the white chrysanthemums.
She murmured.
"Mom, I met someone..."
"Will I repeat your mistake?"
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The death of a loved one is not a storm, but a lifelong dampness.
At every moment in the future, one will subconsciously think, if only she were still here.
Xia Yeshuang cried at the tombstone from morning to night.
Lu Xing sat on the bench and did practice problems from morning to night.
For matters concerning clients, there wasn't much Lu Xing could do to help.
Because there is no true empathy in this world.
It wasn't his mom who had died.
So no matter how he comforted her, it would be useless. It would all be like a high and mighty pity, unnecessary.
The best thing to do is to accompany her.
When a person is at their most lost and wants to follow their loved one, tell her that there are still people waiting for you in this world.
'You can't go.'
The sun set, but the rain was getting heavier.
Lu Xing saw that the time was about right, held up an umbrella, and stood at the entrance of the cemetery.
A few minutes later
Xia Yeshuang came out of the cemetery with red and swollen eyes. Her gaze fell directly on the bench not far away.
No one...
Had Lu Xing left?
That's true.
It's so late.
Uncontrollable tears instantly filled her eyes. Xia Yeshuang lowered her head and sniffled.
"Why don't you look back?"
Swish.
A barely audible footstep appeared behind Xia Yeshuang.
She turned her head back in pleasant surprise. "You didn't leave?"
Lu Xing stood there with an umbrella, shielding her from the fine rain, and said with a helpless smile.
"I said I would wait for you here."
The wind was chilly, and the rain was drizzling.
Lu Xing seriously took out a tissue and wiped the tears and rainwater from her face.
Xia Yeshuang stared at Lu Xing's face.
Her heart felt as if it had been softened by a clear spring. A strange feeling filled her chest.
'This peaceful heart is my home.'
"I'm drenched," Xia Yeshuang said.
"I see," Lu Xing replied.
"Lu Xing, my heart hurts."
Lu Xing paused.
This was the first time he had heard Xia Yeshuang express her thoughts so directly.
Lu Xing thought for a moment.
"Alright."
Lu Xing suddenly grabbed Xia Yeshuang's arm and ran forward.
Like a rampaging little lion, running wild in the streets of a new world.
"Hahaha!"
There were very few pedestrians on the street. The patter of rain hit their faces, and the sound of the wind was exceptionally clear in their ears.
All the sadness, gloom, and trivial matters seemed to be thrown far behind.
The pain in his ankle was no longer important. His brain's adrenaline was pumping wildly.
Lu Xing and Xia Yeshuang shouted in the fine rain, ran in the fine rain.
No one would care about two crazy kids.
While running, Xia Yeshuang saw the upturned corners of Lu Xing's mouth and also showed her first smile of the day.
"I like-"
Lu Xing didn't hear clearly. "What?"
The two words were blown away by the wind, but they were firmly imprinted in Xia Yeshuang's eyes. She didn't speak again, but in her heart, she repeated it ten thousand times.
Like.
'I like you.'
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