In the past, I heard the old people often say: On the day of Qingming, the younger generations must rush to worship the ancestors before 12 noon.

So Ye Ji and Jiang Yu got up early in the morning, and drove out to pick up people when it was just dawn, for fear that the road would be far away and the traffic jam would miss the hour.

In the early morning, the temperature was a little low, the air humidity was high, the breeze was gusting, and soon after the departure of the journey, the glass was covered with a thick layer of moisture.

Jiang Yumo opened the car window and looked quietly into the distance, the mist was shrouded and gray, covering the surrounding high-rise buildings, unable to distinguish the direction, only a little damp smell remained between breathing and breathing.

She came back to her senses, lowered her head and tightened the child in her arms, leaned down, and kissed her on the cheek tenderly.

The little girl is well-behaved on the silent lap, the chubby little hand holds the big hand, sleeps very peacefully, the child's skin is white and delicate, soft and smooth to the touch, the red face is fleshy, the eyelashes are dense and long, and with a freshly cut watermelon Taro head, it is really cute, 4-year-old she is like a little angel who does not know the world, people can't help but feel pain in the heart, I can't wait to give her all the good things.

After driving for nearly an hour, we finally arrived at the destination, and as far as the eye could see, there were already many people who had come to sweep the tombs, and many others had finished worshipping and were coming out one after another.

Jiang Yumo and Ye Ji took the child in their hands, and after climbing a few steps, they stood in front of a tombstone, which was a double tomb, and the names of two people were engraved on the wall of the stele made of granite, the date of birth and the date of death, and the words were also plated with a layer of gold paint.

Buried inside were a young couple, the man was only 32 years old and the woman was only 30 years old.

Ye Ji wiped the dust on the stele slightly, put the flowers on it, Jiang Yu silently hugged the child, and said to her gently: "Lan Lan, it is your relatives who are lying here, be good, kowtow to them." ”

The child was too young to understand the meaning of the adult's words, but she felt her sadness ignorantly, a pair of small hands clumsily wiped away the tears on her face, and her beautiful big eyes stared at the tombstone timidly and said, "Auntie, I'm afraid." ”

"Don't be afraid."

"I'm afraid ......" She stared at the photo on the stele, tears unconsciously swirled in her eyes, pouted, and looked at Jiang Yumo aggrievedly, as if she could cry sadly in the next second.

Ye Ji looked distressed beside him, hugged the little princess, hugged him in his arms and coaxed him affectionately, "Good baby, don't cry, don't cry, my aunt will take you down, we are not here." ”

Turning his head to Jiang Yumo, he said, "Don't force the child, she's still young, I'll take her to the car first." ”

Jiang Yumo said "en", and looked at the tombstone stupidly.

This year's Qingming, although there is no drizzle, but the sky is very overcast, and the heavy clouds block the sunlight through, which is dark and sad, just like Jiang Yumo's mood at this moment......

Three years have passed, and she has tried to give herself to time, hoping that one day she can learn to forget, learn to liberate, and can casually walk from one story to another and start a new life.

However, she didn't do it, the scene three years ago always lingered like a nightmare, and now, it is still that clear.

She knows that there are some things that she can't hide, such as hurts, such as apologies, they are like slag that can't be filtered off by a strainer, and in the end, they leave a painful pain that has nowhere to be dissolved......

"I'm sorry......" Jiang Yumo bowed deeply to the tombstone, tears dripping on the gravel road under her feet, she let her tears run wild, telling the guilt in her heart over and over again.

I still remember the first time I saw them, when a mother cried silently in the corridor of the hospital holding her infant baby.

It is said that after the child was born, the physique was too weak, the growth and development were slow, and during the year, often colds, sometimes even accompanied by a brief fainting, the couple took her to the hospital for examination, and the doctor said that the heart murmur was found during the auscultation, and the preliminary diagnosis may be congenital heart disease, which is fatal for a migrant worker who went to the city to work.

Jiang Yumo has never forgotten the mother's choked words: "She said that she was very fond of painting when she was a child, but unfortunately her family was poor and had no conditions, so she had to give up, and later, with a child, she felt that the whole world was bright, and her biggest wish was to let her child learn to paint, and realize her dream in the future." ”

"Who knows, what she is waiting for is not hope, but a bolt from the blue, the child is just born and will die with herself" She cried and said: "She doesn't ask for anything now, only that the child can grow up peacefully, and only asks God not to take back her baby." ”

Three years later, the children are still alive, but they are no more.

It's all because of her......

When Jiang Yumo recalled this, he closed his eyes in pain.

She sniffed, stared at the cold monument, and made a firm promise: "You can rest assured, I will do my best to take care of the child, let her grow up healthy and healthy, and never disappoint your expectations." ”

In the car

The little girl nestled in Ye Ji's arms, and asked puzzled with big black eyes: "Aunt Ye Ji, who are they?" Why do you look so unhappy. ”

"Baby, you have to remember that they are the people who love you the most in the world, and when you grow up, you must remember to come to see them often, you know!"

"Huh?" She bit her lip and asked blankly, "Why do you want to come here to see it?" ”

"Because they died......"

"What is death?"

"Death, that's... You can only miss the people you will never see. ”

The little girl nodded as if she didn't understand, and suddenly hugged Ye Ji affectionately around her neck: "Then I don't want you to die, I want to be with my aunt forever." ”

Ye Ji smiled and hugged her tightly.

At noon, they led the little guy back to the winery, for a while, the staff were all curious to come around, at first glance to see such a beautiful little girl, they all asked excitedly: "Sister, whose child is this?" ”

"Our family." Ye Jite said proudly.

The little guy smiled crookedly, and he didn't hesitate in the face of so many people, and greeted him very politely: "Hello uncle and aunt." ”

Pink jade carving, everyone wants to rush over and kiss her, why is it so cute!

"What's your name?"

"Yu Zilan"

This name was given by Jiang Yumo, borrowing the last two words of Junzilan, named Yu Zilan, because both parents died, so she hopes that this child can grow up like a flower: simple, modest, talented but not arrogant, ambitious but not arrogant, living in the valley but not humble, always tough and elegant, unforgiving......

Zhuo Fan didn't know when he came to Jiang Yumo's side, and said with a sigh: "In the blink of an eye, this child is actually 4 years old. ”

"yes, it's going by so fast."

"When will she be operated on?"

The doctor said to wait a little longer and see if he could recover himself at the age of 5; If it doesn't heal on its own, then surgery is the only option. ”

"Don't worry, this kid has her own natural appearance, looking at her lively energy, she looks like a patient."

"This is thanks to the care of the Chen family, Zhuo Fan, thank you for finding a home for Lan Lan, so that she can enjoy the happiness of being loved by her parents."

Zhuo Fan knocked on Jiang Yumo's head fiercely, and pretended to be angry and said, "Dare to be polite to me." ”

She smiled, looked at the lively scene not far away, and then looked at them who had never left beside her, with mixed feelings......