The mountains were silent, and the only sounds of horses' hooves, wheels, and footsteps obscured the birdsong and animal cries in the forest.

The car is parked and people stand.

Su Yingxue jumped out of the carriage.

It wasn't far from the small courtyard, it was a flat clearing, the ground had been cleared, and in the middle was a pyre of firewood. Mr. Zuo San stood next to him and lowered his head to wipe his tears, sad and aggrieved, and several people followed by him, each with a small basket next to him, and the small basket was placed with neat mountain wildflowers. The pink light blue is small, slender and beautiful.

Without Su Yingxue's instructions, no one dared to take the initiative to step forward to lift the plank. Caiyun and Jiang Yue stood next to the carriage and did not move.

Each of them has worked hard and has always been optimistic about it, and for them, it is a very important and simple thing. Simple things were messed up, and they were done like this.

Everyone was guilty and frustrated.

I don't have the face to see the owner.

But Su Yingxue never said a word about them from beginning to end, and she didn't lose her temper once, they were very worried, I don't know if he really didn't blame them and didn't anger them, or if he was waiting to clean them up together in the future. This is not at all the same as the owner I have followed in the past.

Mr. Zuo looked at Su Yingxue, her face was haggard, her eyes were red and swollen, and her eyes were dark and blue, but his expression was strangely calm.

This is not normal.

"Lift it down."

Su Yingxue commanded, sideways and out of the way.

That's when someone stepped forward to carry it. The movements were very light, as if for fear of disturbing the person lying on it. Su Yingxue followed behind, watched the wooden board being placed smoothly on the pyre, and took the flower basket handed over by Mr. Zuosan.

"Thank you." She said.

Arrange the flowers in the basket little by little.

"My mother likes flowers very much. She'll be glad to see that. This was said to Mr. Zuosan, who had not yet reacted.

"I know that your favorite is the hibiscus flower, but these can only be found in this remote and barren northland, this uninhabited mountain. You see, although there is a great scarcity here, this flower still grows so well and is so strong. ”

"Mother, don't worry. Even if there is no one else, I will definitely take care of myself. ”

"When you get there, you can help me say sorry to my father. It's all because I know my mother doesn't want me to be like this, but I owe my dad an apology. ”

"It's really strange," Su Yingxue pinned the fallen broken hair behind her ears, "In front of my mother, I always can't say too much, but I nag at this time"

"Does my mother feel noisy?"

"The place my mother said must be very beautiful. Don't worry, mother, when I finish everything, I'll take you and my dad with me. ”

"When the time comes, our family of three will be able to be together again."

"When the time comes, no one will be able to disturb us anymore. Dad can be with us safely, don't worry about this and that. ”

"We don't have to worry about other people's affairs anymore."

She babbled a lot, but Su Yingxue's voice was low and hoarse, except for Mr. Zuo Da and Mr. Zuo San who were standing nearby, and Caiyun Jiangyue, who could hear it clearly, others only heard a hoarse and indistinct voice.

The flowers have been arranged, and Mrs. Su's purple dress looks even more beautiful in the pink, yellow and blue.

Mr. Zuo San was still carrying a basket in his hand, and he was a little hesitant to hand it over.

Is it dogwood? Su Yingxue glanced at Mr. Zuo San, and the confusion in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a trace of pain that was clear and drifting by.

Today, is it the Chung Yeung Festival?

Su Yingxue looked at Mrs. Su again, yes, on the Double Ninth Festival on September 9, the most placed around was the small pale yellow chrysanthemum.

Ninety-nine, for a long time

It's a pity that this is a long time, not joy, but death.

Su Yingxue reached out and picked up the dogwood in the basket and put it on Mrs. Su's waist.

He shook Mrs. Sue's hand again. Now the hand is completely stiff. Not a little bit of temperature, not a little bit

Everyone's eyes were on Su Yingxue, and Su Yingxue just held Mrs. Su's hand, time passed little by little, the wind blew from time to time, some leaves fell, and some birds flew by from time to time.

Su Yingxue didn't move as if she was in a trance.

How can you give it up? How can I give it up?

Farewell, farewell, let go this time, you can no longer hold it, you can no longer see it. From then on, it really is, eternal life is hard to see.

Eternal life is hard to see

But ah, that monstrous hatred was like a seed in her heart, and in her flesh and bones, it took root and sprouted at an unattainable speed, and wrapped around her whole body like a vine.

She won't let them go!

Absolutely not!

Su Yingxue gritted her teeth, resolutely and resolutely, let go, took a step back, took the torch, and threw it on the pyre, the flames rose instantly, and the tongue of fire engulfed Mrs. Su's body. Su Yingxue knelt down, took out the chrysanthemum wine in the basket, raised it and saluted: "Mother, the child will send you." He poured the wine in front of him.

Mr. Zuo San knelt on the side, shook his head and sighed softly. This chrysanthemum, dogwood, and pastries, originally thought that when Mrs. Su woke up, it would be the Double Ninth Festival, so that their mother and daughter could get together in the mountains. I don't want to, it's used in such a situation.

The thick green smoke rose, startling a flock of birds and fluttering into the distance, as if they were frightened to avoid a sudden catastrophe.

Bazhou, Yongchuan Inn.

"How?"

Early in the morning, Mr. Zuo Da blocked Caiyun's way.

"Childe is fine." Caiyun replied, "I've gotten up and I'm having breakfast." After thinking about it, he said, "Earlier than ever." ”

Yesterday, Mrs. Su's body was cremated and put into an urn, and they returned to Bazhou City without any stop. It's just that the house that was originally scheduled is no longer needed, and Su Yingxue refuses to go to that place. The things there were no longer used for their original purpose.

She still lived in the house prepared for her in the Yongchuan Inn.

I thought I would be depressed for a few days, but I got up early this morning.

It's just earlier than ever. This?

Is it a break or not a break?

"Sir, don't worry, Childe has rested since he came back last night. I've been waiting in my room. Caiyun said.

It's really good to be able to eat well and rest well. But it's really not like Su Yingxue's style.

"Madame confessed before she died, let her take care of herself. She listened to her husband the most. ”

Is that so?

"What are you going to do here?" Only then did Mr. Zuo see Caiyun's description clearly, and seemed to be in a hurry to go out, so he asked.

"Childe confessed, go buy drawing paper." Caiyun replied calmly.

Buying drawing paper? Do what?