"Both Catholicism and Christianity recognize the soul and pay attention to cause and effect." Yona continued, "That's why the hero in this movie is able to continue to wander in the world after he dies, because he still has unfinished business." ”

"It's just for the sake of the story, and it has nothing to do with religion." John still stuck to his point, "But it's not bad if you enjoy the movie from that perspective." ”

They sit together and watch the movie end. It was too early to eat lunch, so the old couple invited Chen Ying to participate in gardening activities.

"It's just a small yard outside, but there's still some work to do." Yona said as she buttoned the back of her apron. John also wears an old green apron. He stepped out of the door from the floor-to-ceiling window onto the lawn outside. The so-called work is to cut the lawn and fertilize the flowers. The lawn is less than ten square meters and is surrounded by flowers.

"The choice is yours." John said.

Chen Ying put on plastic gloves and picked up a flat shovel to stir fertilizer. John pulled out a pair of large headphones and put them on his head, and walked around pushing the lawnmower like a normal forestry worker. While John used a rake to clean the cut grass, Chen Ying used a shovel to dig a thin, deep trench along the roots of the flowers, carefully sprinkled the odorless fertilizer with white particles in it, and then covered it with red clay. They were busy until noon. The morning sun was now in the clouds to take a nap, but despite this, Yona set up a huge parasol on the lawn and even moved out the dining table.

"I love nature." At lunch, John said, "Labor in the garden is a pleasure to the body and mind." ”

"I didn't expect you to be quite capable." Yona complimented Chen Ying, "I thought the fertilization work would be carried out until the afternoon. ”

"yes, so we can rest for a while. In the afternoon, go to prune the yew trees next to the fence. John handed Yona a cigarette, and they both lit it at the same time. It's their after-dinner routine.

"I want to walk around the neighborhood." "I don't know much about this place yet. ”

"That's true." John said, "You can walk out of this neighborhood and walk on the path through the forest." At the end of the path is a small church, and a little further past is the seaside. There may be families in the neighborhood with small children rowing and fishing in the sea. ”

"But you'd better not go too far, it's not good to get lost." Yona spat out a barrage of smoke rings. As soon as they rose into the air, they were blown away by the wind.

Chen Ying smiled slightly and put the dishes into the kitchen dishwasher. She went back to her room and quickly changed into a set of casual clothes, put on the travel shoes she had come in the day before, grabbed the key that was placed on the shoe cabinet at the door and walked out. Her shoes creaked against the reddish gravel road. The sun dodged through the clouds and peeked at her.

She passed the houses of other families in the community, crossed the black asphalt road, and came to the path in front of the woodland. The road was only about a man wide, and the low grass on the side of the road was covered with dewdrops, which quickly wet the tips of her shoes. Blue irises bloom in the grass, and they are full of life among the humid trees. A few more steps lead to a relatively open area, where the gravel path unfolds into a rectangular clearing, with several black stone slabs clustered in the center, either flat or standing. The slate is surrounded by holly and heather.

This is a cemetery.

Between the slabs of stone is a knee-high cast-iron fence on which petunias are blooming lilac flowers. Chen Ying leaned forward to read the words on the tombstone, trying not to make a sound. The inscriptions were all in Danish, which she didn't understand, but she guessed that below the name was the date of birth and death of the deceased. Many of the stone slabs are covered with moss, and many green plants around the stele are entwined and grow together. It is probably that most of the flowers offered by the tomb sweepers have withered, leaving traces of withering on the surface of the stele.

It's the quietest place she's ever been.

Cuckoos cooed and flew over the heads of tall cedar trees, and the rapid, rhythmic tapping of woodpeckers could be heard in the woods. When the wind blows with heavy water vapor, the branches and leaves should be accompanied by a wave-like grinding sound, as if to signal the transition of life from the sea to the land. Chen Ying stood among these unknown deceased, fantasizing about the time before their deaths. She lingered so intoxicated that she almost forgot to walk a few steps further out of the woods to the chapel. She had no intention of observing the families playing by the sea, and even the boat she saw on the road last night no longer piqued her interest.

I don't know how long it took, until the wind that lifted the placket of her clothes was a little cool, and she reluctantly left here and walked towards the end of the path. There she soon saw the appearance of Danish country churches, with bronze bell towers with peacock-green rust and mottled white walls yellowed. She timidly pushed open the brown wooden door. The door shaft creaks in welcome. She passed rows of lit white candles and sat on a wooden chair on the listening trail. These chairs have worn out badly over the years, and their original angular edges have become sleek and shiny. The icon in front of the church is also somewhat blurred. The windows by the wall were open, and the leaves and petals of the trees that came in with the wind fell quietly on the red carpet.

Chen Ying sat for a while, then went out and walked around the small building a few times, but did not see anyone. The morning Sunday activities are over, and it's time to rest. The church sits on the only raised hill in the vicinity, and from here you can see the sea glittering in the distance.

She remembered her unfinished gardening work and prepared to return. This time she paced along the asphalt road and didn't enter the enchanting woods.

She changed her slippers at the door and crept back to her room, where she saw her phone flashing with a new message. It was a text message from Liang Jing a few hours ago, asking her to send some photos in addition to words of comfort. Picked up the cold tea on the table, took a few sips, turned on the computer and connected to the Internet to study Monday's class. She came from the airport, and by the twilight she could only feel the light of the capital flickering in front of her, and she remembered nothing else. She looked at the book list and a giant blue IKEA plastic woven bag, imagining what it would be like to be busy when school started.