The road is long, and it took two hours to drive to reach Sheshan.

The driver was about to drive up the mountain, but Song Qingzhou stopped the driver and said, "Don't go in yet, wait here for a while." As he spoke, he rolled down the window, the heavy rain just now had turned into a drizzle, floating on the person little by little, and after opening the window, the unique earthy smell of the mountain floated on the tip of Song Qingzhou's nose. Sheshan is extremely beautiful.

Song Qingzhou took a deep breath, and then said to the driver: "You find a more private place and stop for a while." After speaking, he seemed to remember something, and said, "Today, one day, you calculate how much you have lost, and I will give it to you." Then look out the window.

The driver also thought of this floor, and said politely: "Miss, there is only one exit and entrance to Sheshan, I will find a small road to stop, but it's not too late, it's not good to stay at night." "The driver is middle-aged, and he is still in awe of ghosts and gods.

Song Qingzhou answered, raised her hand to look at her watch, it was nine o'clock in the morning, but she didn't know when Mu Chaoci would come over, she was stunned for a while.

After a while, she saw Mu Chaoci's black car driving into Sheshan, and her heart began to beat hard.

Mu Chaoci didn't see her, but she was still afraid, afraid to see him on this day.

The driver noticed his eyes and was bored, so he asked Song Qingzhou: "Girl, why don't you go in with him?" ”

Song Qingzhou glanced at the driver, her eyes were sad, with heavy sadness, and she said faintly: "He won't be happy to see me." After saying that, he leaned his head on the cushion, a little overwhelmed.

The driver felt Song Qingzhou's resistance, so he didn't want to poke the scar anymore and didn't bother anymore.

Song Qingzhou looked at the vast mountain, I don't know how many deceased people are buried here, with so many people together, it shouldn't be too lonely.

Mu Chaoci should come every year in the past five years, how unfilial he is, he hasn't come to see Mu's mother for five years, she used to be the person who loves her the most in the world.

Such a good mother Mu, it is normal for Mu Chaoci to hate herself.

Sometimes she hates herself, why is she the one who survived, she doesn't want to get this ending, she would rather die than herself.

From morning to noon, Mu Chaoci's car slowly drove out, the window was not rolled down, and she couldn't see the scene in the car through the black film.

She thought that Mu Chaoci must be very sad today.

After making sure that he had left Sheshan, Song Qingzhou let the driver drive into Sheshan.

The mountain road has nine twists and eighteen bends, and it took a long time to get to the gate of the cemetery.

The humidity in the mountains was heavy, Song Qingzhou wrapped his clothes tightly, thought for a while and said to the driver: "I'm bothering you today, you can keep this money, I will go in for a while." Then he took out ten 100 yuan from his bag and handed it to the driver, Song Qingzhou felt that she was embarrassed to delay the driver's day.

This income is more than enough for the driver to earn in a day, and the driver says, "I'm waiting for you here, don't be too late." ”

Song Qingzhou should come down, and then get out of the car and walk into the cemetery.

The cemetery in spring was also in full bloom, she walked to the reception entrance, bought a bouquet of white flowers, picked a carnation, and went in with the flowers.

Mu's tomb is in the innermost, Song Qingzhou walked for a long time before he arrived, and he saw the epitaph from a distance.

It is engraved with Aoi's font, which should have been written by Mu Chaoci himself.

She crouched down and placed the flowers in front of the grave.

The surrounding mountains are far away, and apart from the sounds of nature, there is only silence.

Song Qingzhou knelt down and kowtowed three times respectfully, very hard, and the sound could almost be heard, which looked crisp and abnormal in the mountains.

When she looked up again, she was already in tears.

Song Qingzhou choked up and said, "Mother Mu, I only dare to call you Mother Mu when there is no one else." After you left, it was so difficult for me, but I still miss you so much, and I want you to make lotus paste cakes. But no one did it for me after you left. Yesterday I saw you in a dream, and you don't seem to blame me at all, but I can't forgive myself. For the first five years, I didn't come to see you, and every year after that, as long as I lived, I came back to see you and talk to you. Mom, you said it's okay. ”

Song Qingzhou cried breathlessly, and said incoherently: "Mom, I know that you care about Mu Chaoci, he is very good, but I miss you too much, I hope you ...... Can bless him. I, I'm hopeless, Mom ......"

"Do you have the face to say?" A thin angry and calm voice came.

It was Mu Chaoci, who stood behind and looked at her, his eyes disgusted and his body stiffened.

How could he come back?

Song Qingzhou looked at Mu Chaoci through hazy teary eyes.

Mu Chaoci felt a pain in his heart, why today, even in front of his mother's grave, he would still have irrepressible heartbeat.

Song Qingzhou half-knelt on the ground, her knees against the hard handboard, and Mu Chaoci pulled her up.

It's been a long time since they broke up last time.

Mu Chaoci said angrily: "You get out of here, and you are not allowed to come in the future, and you are not allowed to pretend." "The hand was so hard that it seemed to crush her. Her thin swan neck was exposed in front of Mu Chaoci's eyes.

Mu Chaoci couldn't wait to strangle her directly, picking her skin and cramping.

Song Qingzhou couldn't feel the pain anymore, she just said numbly: "I can come if I want to." "Didn't struggle, just stood like the walking dead.

Mu Chao was very angry: "Your taxi has been parked since I came, and it is still parked when I get down." Are you a fool for me? What the hell do you want to do? I can't forgive you, you came to defile your mother's grave. After speaking, he pushed Song Qingzhou away fiercely, his eyes were incredible.

Song Qingzhou stumbled and fell on the hard ground, and there was a strong stabbing pain in his arm, maybe it was a bruising.

Suddenly, a thunderclap flashed in the sky. It began to rain heavily.

Tears fell with rain.

Mu Chaoci just smiled coldly: "Do you have any shame, do you want to spend another five years in a mental hospital, if you don't want to, just get out of me." ”

Song Qingzhou was also angered, she stared at Mu Chaoci and said, "I'm sorry for my mother, but I'm not sorry for you." You're torturing me here, why don't you think about who killed your mother. After speaking, she wiped away her tears, got up from the ground, and bypassed Mu Chaoci to leave.

Mu Chaoci's eyes were hideous and turned blood-red, and he stood in place silently. The rain dripped down the ends of his cold stiff hair and slid down his resolute chin, soaking wet.

Mu Chaoci trembled and spoke: "Mom, tell me, what should I do?" He was always at a loss and at a loss.

The rain has not decreased, but there is an umbrella on Mu Chaoci's head, it is Song Qingzhou.

Still relenting, she went and returned, borrowed an umbrella from the hospital, and her arm was dripping with blood. *

Mu Chaoci just looked at Song Qingzhou deeply and said, "Get out." "Then you have to walk away quickly.