Xu Lizhong secretly observed Secretary Lu's face, and saw that his eyes were staring at the tomb in the barren grass for a moment, his expression was sad, his eyes were moist, and his burly body seemed to be trembling slightly.

Then, Xu Lizhong put down the bag he was carrying, and took out incense candles, lighters, three apples, three oranges, three pears, three small plates, three small wine glasses, a bottle of wine, and a firecracker with 5,000 rings.

When he touched the woolen coat, Xu Lizhong hesitated, looked up and asked, "Chief, can you take out this clothes?" ”

Secretary Lu glanced at the velvet coat, nodded and said, "Take it out." Also, you put the firecrackers in, don't set them off, don't disturb her dreams...... She loved purity very much before her death, and she didn't like places that were too lively! ”

Speaking of this, the tears in his eyes finally couldn't be controlled, and they dripped down in large pieces, and at the same time, his voice was a little choked.

Xu Lizhong also felt sour in his heart, and his eyes began to moisten.

After putting all the things in place, Xu Lizhong knew that Secretary Lu Daolu and others were going to carry out an extremely secret mourning ceremony, even if they were as close as themselves, it might not be appropriate to watch from the side, so he stood up sensibly, patted the dust on his hands, and said, "Chief, I'll go down to inspect first to see if anyone comes up the mountain." When you're done here, call me, and I'll come up immediately. ”

Although Secretary Lu has great trust in Xu Lizhong, he also knows that even if he knows the inside story of this, he will never leak it out. However, he estimated that he would definitely be very painful and sad to wait, and he didn't want Xu Lizhong to see his fragile and soft side; At the same time, he also knew that Xu Lizhong was an extremely cautious and cautious person, and he easily did not inquire into other people's privacy, so if he didn't let him go, he might still be uneasy in his heart.

Therefore, he nodded and said, "You might as well go and inspect it." In addition, you should go and tell the following police comrades: If there are villagers who want to go up the mountain, they only need to be dissuaded with kind words and ask them to wait, and you must not frighten them, let alone be rude. There you go! ”

After Xu Lizhong left the small soil flat and disappeared on the mountain road below, Secretary Lu bent down, rearranged the small plates containing apples, pears, and oranges, lit the incense candles with a lighter, and poured three small wine glasses full of red wine.

Then, in the wisps of green smoke, he suddenly knelt down on the cement foundation in front of the tombstone, bowed three heads respectfully, and murmured in a low and sad voice: "Zhao Han, my love! My wife! I'm coming, I'm coming to see you...... In my life, except for my parents, I have never knelt down to anyone. But in the face of your dead, I must kneel and prostrate to you...... Zhao Han, I'm a sinner! I ruined the happiness of your life and ruined the future of your life...... You think about everything for me, you plan everything for me, but you don't think of yourself...... How do you want me to bear your great love? How do you want me to repay you for this affection that is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea? …… Zhao Han, my love! Your soul is not far away, do you see me? Do you hear me? The deer the sinner came to see you from afar, and came to ask you for sin...... Today is December 2nd, it's your birthday. I brought you a birthday present that was more than twenty years overdue. You Jiuquan knows, you must accept this gift. It's the middle of winter, and it's definitely cold over there. I hope this gift can give you shelter from the wind and rain over there, and bring you a touch of warmth and comfort......"

By the time he said this, he was already choked up, his hands covered his cheeks, and tears of grief rolled down......

After kneeling silently for a few minutes of tears, Secretary Lu straightened up with difficulty, took out a tissue to wipe away his tears, and then bent down to take a closer look at the granite tombstone.

This tombstone is round at the top and below it, and above it is an oval eaves that can shelter from wind and rain.

Under the eaves of the stele, there is a posthumous photo of porcelain. The photo may have been carefully selected by Zhao Han and asked Ye Ming to post it after her death. Zhao Han in the photo is still the same as when he was twenty years old, with a refreshing ponytail hairstyle, a sweet smile on his face, and clear and bright eyes, as if he was looking at Lu Zhiyao in front of the tombstone with affection......

When he saw this photo, Lu Zhiyao felt a pain in his heart: this photo was the first single photo that Zhao Han gave him when they were in college, and it was also the photo that Zhao Han was most satisfied with - obviously, she wanted to leave her most beautiful image on her tombstone, looking forward to the lover she had been thinking about in her heart, who would one day be able to come here to see her, and be able to recall the beautiful times they had spent together......

When Secretary Lu moved his gaze to the epitaph under the photo, his eyes suddenly widened, and his heart jumped wildly again.

I saw that on the smooth granite, a few lines of poetry were engraved from right to left: "The mountain is high and the road is long, and the thoughts are long; After this death, he was buried in Donggang; The deer chirps and glories, don't be sad or hurt; The soul has knowledge, and it will always be in the north! ”

This poem must have been written by Zhao Han when she knew that she was about to die, and her epitaph was a desperate love letter she wrote to Lu Zhiyao in the distance at the last moment of her life - in this poem, not only the name "Lu Yuan" is embedded, but also tells him: She has been thinking about him all her life, although "the mountain is high and the road is far away", but this longing has never been interrupted; After her death, she must be buried in Donggang, so that she can always look to the north under the nine springs......

What made Secretary Lu even more sad was that even when she was about to die, she was still comforting him, asking him to "not be sad or sad" after knowing the news of her death, and also told him affectionately: If her soul knows after death, she will definitely be by his side forever......

This simple and straightforward little poem, like a tender dagger, pierced deeply into Secretary Lu's already aching heart, which made him burst into tears again in an instant, and he couldn't help but hug the cold granite tombstone, stretched his lips over, kissed Zhao Han's porcelain photo, choked up and said, "Han, you are so kind and considerate...... You want me not to be sad or sad, but I can't do it...... I am a party member and a materialist, but do you know the Tao? I really want to have a soul after death, and I really want us to be able to live after death and be able to recognize each other. If there really is a soul, Zhao Han, you must wait for me over there! I can't marry you in this life, I can't be married to you, so we'll meet in the next life......"