Chapter Ninety-Seven: The White Tombstone
When Zhao Qian's father rushed back with the fruit, he stretched his neck and looked at him as soon as he entered the door: "Lu Xia is here?" Is it really coming? ”
I saw Uncle Zhao panting, his chest heaving, and even beads of sweat on his cheeks.
When he saw me on the sofa, Uncle Zhao was a little restrained and smiled at me shyly, just like the first time I came to her house.
I still clearly remember that Uncle Zhao seemed to be more restrained than me at that time, and his words and deeds seemed extraordinarily restrained.
At that time, Zhao Qian teased: "Lu Xia, my father is shy, and he blushes when he sees you!" ”
Zhao Qian would go around her father with her hands behind her back, and then lie on her father's shoulder and ask, "Dad, are you satisfied with this son-in-law?" ”
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Handing over the fruit to his wife, Uncle Zhao walked towards me with a smile: "It's not easy!" I still remember my second elder! ”
"Uncle, what are you talking about?" I stood up and waited for Uncle Zhao to signal before sitting down with him: "I should have come a long time ago, but I was not good, and I didn't have time when I was busy, so my uncle and aunt were to blame." ”
"No, no, no......" Uncle Zhao hurriedly waved his hand.
diligently peeled a banana for me, and Uncle Zhao was a little at a loss:
"Lu Xia! Your aunt and I are very happy and relieved that you can come! "Uncle Zhao's eyes were a little moist when he came here, and he patted the back of my hand:
"Lu Xia, Zhao Qian, this kid has a bad life and has no blessings. But the people are gone, so there is no need for the living to suffer with them, right? Your aunt and I have seen this very well, and I hope you can let go of it as well......"
Uncle Zhao became more and more sad, although it was well-intentioned, it was a bit counterproductive, making the atmosphere even more sad.
Seeing this, Zhao Qian's mother hurriedly interrupted him. After glaring at me coldly, he looked at me with a smile and asked, "Lu Xia, how are you now?" Married? ”
"Not yet," I shook my head slightly, but my expression was too humble to look at them, "But it should be soon!" Plans have already begun. ”
The two old men looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces were indescribable, happy or disappointed, relieved or embarrassed......
"That's a girlfriend? That's good, that's good......"
Zhao Qian's mother pursed her lips, finally swallowed a touch of discomfort and smiled at me.
"Uncle and aunt!" I stood up and pointed out the door: "I want to go see Zhao Qian, is that okay?" ”
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In June, the sky is high and foggy, and the flowers are blooming in the depths of the mountains. Uncle Zhao drove me out of the outskirts of the city, and walked some distance up the mountain road, and in Xinzhou, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, I saw the place where we had been together.
At that time, she held my hand and stroked her sweaty sideburns and pointed at me: "Lu Xia, do you see the mountains over there?" Where I was born. ”
If you never left
If I hadn't been here
Does grief slow down?
Yet we are all wrong. Grief is always there.
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In a group of cemeteries built next to the mountains, on a neat tombstone, Zhao Qian's smiling face seemed to be fixed there. When I got closer, I seemed to hear that crisp voice laughing again, she: Lu Xia, are you here?
Fingers ran over the tombstone, and the black handwriting was so piercing and painful.
The inscription reads, "Beloved daughter. Tomb of Zhao Qian"
Whenever I see this tombstone, I feel sad, why not "beloved wife. Zhao Qian's Tomb"?
Yes, I owe her so much that I didn't even give her a tombstone.
Zhao Qian, do you know? There was a time when I was sick, ridiculously sick. I thought you were still alive.
A lot of times I thought you were alive, living close to me. I'll see you every time, and I'll talk to you for a long or short time.
Sometimes you will be very domineering, come to my house and rummage around, and take away the beef in the refrigerator, the red wine on the wine cabinet, and the fruit on the coffee table. Sometimes you get grumpy and you argue with me, smashing teacups, dishes, trophies, and bottles all over the house......
Sometimes you are also warm, giving me warm milk when I am drunk, helping me through difficulties when I am frustrated, encouraging me and supporting me when I am confused......
Sometimes, you'll surprise me with a well-prepared gift, a box of cakes, a dozen beers......
Sometimes you'll sneak into my room while I'm asleep. You gently rubbed my hair, your breath was so close to me that I could smell your scent in my dreams......
But......
Then there was a guy who told me that these were fake. You're dead!
I had a fight with her. You're so real in my life, how can it be fake? As soon as I reach out, I can touch your face, your snort, the scent of shampoo in your hair.
Still, she insists that you're dead. She, none of this is true, I have a serious illness, and when the illness is cured, I will find that these are even more ridiculous than dreams.
She told me that the beef, red wine, and fruit were all thrown into the trash by myself. She also smashed the teacups, dishes, and wine bottles by myself. She, no one has ever warmed milk for me, and no one has ever bought me a birthday cake......
Zhao Qian, do you know? I scolded her. It's funny, why should I throw beef and smash dishes? I saw you give me warm yogurt, the kitchen hood rattling, and the glass door was full of steam.
But......
Zhao Qian, hers is real! I saw you walk into a very dark forest, and I tried to catch up with you, but you still went away.
Zhao Qian, do you know? You died twice in my life.
This time you went more resolutely, and I didn't even have a chance to say a word to you
How I want to catch up with you and leave you behind. There are still so many places we haven't been to, and there are still so many dreams and expectations.
But....... I'm sorry!
Zhao Qian, I'm sorry, I have to face your departure, and I also have to believe that you are dead. Because, I found that I still had things to do, and I had my own mission and responsibility. …… I'm sorry I had to say goodbye to you.
Zhao Qian, I have a new girlfriend, her name is Xia Xue, she is just like you at that time, meek, considerate, sensible, and kind......
Zhao Qian, do you know? I became a manager, and I personally sent that bastard Sun Fei to the police station. I washed the company very clean, and I will continue to wash it and scrape off all the dirt and filth. I still have to deal with Li Bajie, and I want him to get the punishment he deserves......
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Maybe you don't want to hear that! But that's okay, I still have a lot of time, and I can talk to you about it slowly......
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