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If the mother's soul is not at home, then it should be on the top floor, she goes to the top of the building, maybe she can feel the breath of the mother and gain something.

Before, Ye Wenyu had never had such an idea, probably thinking that if she saw the place where her mother died, she would know that her mother was really dead and would never come back, but now, somehow, she decided to go up and have a look.

Maybe it's because of his mother's death, whether it's because of suicide or homicide, this doubt is too torturous.

Therefore, Ye Wenyu plucked up the courage and climbed up the stairs one by one, the highest building was the seventh floor, not too high, she walked to the top of the building and found that there was a lock, but because of disrepair, she tried to reach out and push the door of the top floor, but she pushed it open, a gust of wind from high altitude poured over, with the fresh air of dust, blowing her hair straight back. Ye Wenyu enlisted, looked at the roof, empty, bright, she seemed to be able to see how her mother opened the door of the roof and walked to the roof.

Ye Wenyu sent the gods and walked in.

At that moment, it was as if the mother's soul was possessed.

The space on the roof is quite large, the strong wind in the air tore her hair and skirt, if you walk from the door to the edge of the roof, it is about more than two hundred meters, in addition, there are more than 100 dead flower pots on the roof, many of which she knows, are bought by her mother to raise flowers, their house does not have a balcony to the south, but her mother likes flowers and plants.

Now the pots are all empty, with nothing but dirt and stalks of dead plants.

For a while, Ye Wenyu lived at home and found that her mother was always like magic, and every once in a while, she would bring back one or two potted flowers with excellent growth from outside.

At that time, Ye Wenyu curiously asked her mother where she bought it, and her mother told her with a smile that she didn't buy it, but raised it on the roof of the building. There is no balcony facing south at home, and the sun is not exposed to the sun all year round, and it is not good to raise flowers and plants, but the place on the top of the building is good, the flowers can be exposed to sunlight and rain, and the flowers raised by the dew are the best, so she secretly raises flowers on the roof, and then takes a few pots home every once in a while, and waits until the flowers in the room are about to die because there is no sunlight, the leaves are going to fall off, and the flowers are about to wither, she runs to the roof to change a few pots of good flowers.

This cycle repeats itself, so that the flowers are always blooming and fragrant in the home, and a home always looks thriving and beautiful.

Mother lives so petty bourgeoisie, so exquisite, and loves life so much!

Ye Wenyu thought about it, and walked in front of those potted plants, she squatted down, her eyes were the size of a teacup, and she looked at those potted plants blankly. After my mother died, there was no one to take care of these potted plants, because there was no one to take care of them, so gradually, they all died, and only the pots and the soil remained, and now the soil is also solidified.

The dead branches and leaves, which turned yellow, seemed to weep over the death of their mother.

She thought to herself, what a serious life of the mother of the woman, she is a good woman, but in the first half of her life, she met someone unladylike, met her irresponsible father, but she was not discouraged, still a woman raised her child, and raised her until the age of eighteen, so that she was admitted to one of the top universities in the country, at that time, she did not give up the pursuit of happiness because she was middle-aged, she agreed to her stepfather's marriage proposal, and reorganized the family. This kind of practice is not something that ordinary women can do, unless they are full of love and enthusiasm for life, no matter how many times they are treated inhumanely and fall into the deep valley, they will not give up their yearning for happiness.

And my mother knows people correctly this time, my stepfather is a good man, and my married life, although it is a little hard, is still happy.

Ye Wenyu thought about it, and burst into tears, she hugged a flower pot, thinking that she was really stupid! Why didn't she think of running to the roof of the building to see, how could her mother commit suicide?! A middle-aged woman, has a husband who loves herself, she is still young and beautiful, has a daughter who is in college, two sons who are not related by blood, although they will not call her mother, but they respect her, although there is no money at home, but the two of them are also affectionate and loving, and live happily every day, she also raised so many flowers on the roof, and every other day she took a few pots from the top of the building and went home to admire them, such a woman, she will one day open the door on the roof, and after she planted hundreds of pots of flowers in full bloom, go to the edge of the roof to commit suicide by jumping off the building?

This is something that doesn't make sense!

At the time, she was so sad that she had forgotten about her mother's flower cultivation on the roof, and now, she thought, if she told the police about the flower pot, maybe they would continue to investigate!

Ye Wenyu thought that she couldn't let things go on like this, if she didn't act, then the truth of her mother's death would be buried forever and no one would know, so she held an empty flower pot and hurriedly left the top floor and went to her mother's cemetery.

The sky was overcast, like a heavy lead plate.

Before going to sweep her mother's grave, Ye Wenyu bought a bouquet of flowers, and she took a taxi to her mother's cemetery.

The cemetery was quiet, only the green pines stood quietly.

Walked through countless tombstones and walked to his mother's cemetery, only to find that in front of the tombstone, there was a person sitting, at first, Ye Wenyu didn't see it clearly, and was startled, but then looked carefully and found that the person sitting in front of the tombstone was actually his stepfather.

"Wang, Uncle Wang?" She was shocked, with a pair of big eyes, holding flowers, standing a little farther away from the cemetery, Uncle Wang didn't need to go to work during the day? How to sit in the cemetery in a daze when you go to work?

This place is on the outskirts of S City, some remote, and because it is not the Qingming Festival, no one comes to sweep the tomb, so it seems unusually deserted, a gust of wind blows, only the sound of pine waves is heard, except for the cemetery and green pine, it seems that there is no other living thing.

Hearing her call, the person sitting in front of the tombstone raised his head, was it not Uncle Wang?

But is the man in front of him really Uncle Wang? His hair was gray, his face was wrinkled, his eyes were gloomy, and his clothes were crumpled as if they had just been taken out of a walnut shell.

The hair is also too long, and the beard around the lips seems to have not been shaved for a long time, in short, Uncle Wang is like a homeless man.