I haven't come to see my mother for a long, long time, and when Lin Qingqing came to this cemetery again, he trembled unconsciously.

She is the only one in this world, whether she doesn't bring an umbrella when it rains, whether she doesn't eat when she's hungry, whether she doesn't return at night, or even when she dies, no one cares who she is anymore.

When he realized this, 17-year-old Lin Qingqing stood straight in front of his mother's grave. She was wearing a black filial piety dress, and the white flowers on her chest had not been removed.

The day of my mother's burial happened to be a rainy day. Countless needle-thin rains fell from the gray sky, unexpectedly drenching Lin Qingqing's black filial piety clothes and her long hair that was randomly grabbed into a ponytail.

The inferior black satin gradually turned into a darker and dirtier color than black in the rain, like a black wet mud that has been silted up all year round, and a layer of earthy yellow mud is peeled off to reveal it.

The small white flower on his chest had been drenched by the fine rain, and it was dying on Lin Qingqing's chest, looking listless.

The rain was mixed with tears, and Lin Qingqing couldn't tell whether he had cried or not. It is impossible to say that she is not sad, but there is a sense of relief in her heart.

The woman buried under this pile of concrete has never done her the slightest bit of motherly duty to her, and has rarely given her warmth other than to bring her into this world.

Lin Qingqing scoffed at all the words and phrases she had learned in school about singing praises to her mother, because she had never owned them, so she had never cherished them.

"Let's go inside." It wasn't until Ou Yuanlan reached out and touched Lin Qingqing that he pulled her out of this memory.

Walking under Ou Yuanlan's umbrella, his shoulders were gently hugged by him, and Lin Qingqing realized that today was also a rainy day.

The rain was not heavy, and it did not form a mess of water stains on the concrete floor, but only left deep and shallow marks. Just like that rainy day many years ago, nothing has changed.

Entering through the main gate of the cemetery, there is also a long staircase. This is a cemetery, and Lin Huaizhi's last tenderness to this woman was here to find a place for her to live.

Lin Qingqing still remembers that he stood in front of the grave and cried until he couldn't cry anymore in the end, so he began to laugh. What started out as a faint smile turned into a hoarse laugh.

Eventually, she collapsed in front of the stele, looking at the beautiful face of the woman on the stele, and a sense of sadness suddenly welled up in her heart. It was also from that time that the deep fear of love was rooted in her heart.

That woman fell in love with this man named Lin Huaizhi so deeply that she would rather die for him. But what about him? It's just that after enjoying the pleasures of the flesh, he didn't get angry, and he didn't even look at her after she died.

From the moment he stepped into this cemetery, all the past events that Lin Qingqing was most reluctant to recall rushed out of the small box in his memory.

She thought that after so long, she would finally be able to forget about it. But she ignores the power of the human brain, and although she doesn't remember it for a long time, when she thinks about it again, it is still as fresh and painful as ever.

After climbing the stairs with slow and heavy steps, Lin Qingqing saw his mother's grave at a glance. She didn't dare to step in, and the tremors in her body began to intensify.

Ou Yuanlan, who had been hugging her, immediately noticed her abnormality, he didn't speak, but hugged her harder. Since the two were together, Lin Qingqing has never mentioned her mother. It's just that such silence is never a long-term solution.

After a slight sobbing, Lin Qingqing finally calmed down, she had not been here for too long, so that seeing this lonely grave again could make her react like this.

"Mom...... I brought Ou Yuanlan to see you. Lin Qingqing's throat seemed to be full of dust, and calling out this long-lost mother inexplicably made her a little alienated.

Ou Yuanlan didn't speak, he just hugged Lin Qingqing tightly, and a thousand words were in the strength of his hand. He wasn't uncurious about Lin Qingqing's past, but he was determined not to explore it.

On that icy night in Harbin, Ou Yuanlan told Lin Qingqing about the lonely, stubborn and neglected boy in his childhood, but Lin Qingqing was silent.

Behind this silence may not be a lie, but a series of terrible scars. It's like the skin after being scalded by boiling water, the ravines are vertical and horizontal, making people teary-eyed.

The rain was getting heavier, and there was a crackling sound when it landed on the black double umbrella. However, Lin Qingqing didn't notice these at all, she just looked at the stele quietly and didn't say a word.

How long had it been, so long that she couldn't even remember. The photographs attached to the stele have yellowed and faded, and their faces have gradually blurred in the wind and sun.

At that time, the beautiful woman was willing to be a servant in the Lin family, which Lin Qingqing couldn't understand. But then, after witnessing that filthy scene, she finally understood that kind of desperate love.

Like the wind to the sand and stones, the water to the dust, everywhere it goes is unrecognizable. This is Lin Qingqing's mother's love for Lin Huaizhi, an almost decisive love.

"Let's go." Before the rain fell heavier, Ou Yuanlan signaled that it was time for Lin Qingqing to leave.

Withdrawing from the old memories, Lin Qingqing put the orchid in his hand in front of the stone tablet. This small white flower means very beautiful, happy, pure, auspicious, all of which are very beautiful words, and they are also Lin Qingqing's blessings to this woman.

Raising her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, she grabbed Ou Yuanlan's arm. "Let's go." This time she said softly.

The silent cemetery was calm again, and Lin Qingqing and Ou Yuanlan walked down the stairs from where they came, but they didn't see a man in a suit standing not far behind them.

Seeing that the two of them walked away, Lin Yan walked into this lonely grave. He squatted down, looked at the orchid in front of the stone tablet, couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and then put the white chrysanthemum in his hand next to him.

"Mom, Qingqing just came to see you." His tone was soft, with a hint of sadness.

Since he came back, he has come almost once a week, but he has almost never touched Lin Qingqing. But I never thought that I would see her come here today, even though there was another person standing next to her.

The rain was still falling, and small puddles had accumulated on the concrete floor. Lin Qing was alone in front of the stone tablet, just babbling something.

He was exhausted, but he was not done with the road, and it was impossible to stop. The end point is unknown, but the road is long and difficult.

The lies, betrayal, and persecution of the year had no choice but to let Lin Qingqing and Lin Yan be born in this world, and these things made it difficult for them to be born from birth. But Lin Qingqing didn't know about this matter until a long time later.