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Cheng Mo stood on the side of the narrow cement road with an umbrella holding the slightly messy daisy, his gaze fell on the mountains, and among the rows of emerald green pines and cypresses were rows of black tombstones, which stood quietly, looking at the Xiangjiang River winding north in the rain.

One of these tombstones is from his father, Cheng Yongze.

At this time, Teacher Shen and her father Shen Ping were standing not far away, the black umbrella mask was on Teacher Shen's head, and Shen Ping, who was holding the umbrella, was already drenched. The two of them didn't seem to be communicating well, as if they didn't have much to say to each other. Cheng Mo didn't have to eavesdrop on what the two father and daughter were talking about, he knew that reconciliation would not happen overnight, but Cheng Mo felt that this was a good start.

After a while, Cheng Mo heard the clatter of high heels, Cheng Mo turned his head, and saw Teacher Shen stepping on white high heels and rushing into the rain, walking quickly towards him, the rain was overwhelmingly hitting her white and flawless face, and Shen Ping was looking at her back with an embarrassed face in the rain.

Cheng Mo stepped forward without hesitation and welcomed Teacher Shen under the umbrella, but he didn't expect Teacher Shen to hold his arm without hesitation, clinging to his body tightly, and leading him to Luo Jiayi's cemetery.

Cheng Mo noticed Shen Ping's stunned expression, and just as the three of them were about to pass by, he opened his mouth and waved his hand, as if he wanted to say something and then grabbed Teacher Shen, but in the end, he looked at Teacher Shen's face, put down his hand in a dejected manner, and turned his head.

After passing by Shen Ping, Cheng Mo said helplessly: "Is this good?"

Shen Daoyi snorted coldly and said, "What's wrong? This is called self-inflicted evil consequences!"

Cheng Mo could only shake his head.

Shen Daoyi raised his hand and pinched Cheng Mo's arm fiercely, "What kind of head are you shaking? You calculate me, I haven't settled accounts with you yet!"

Cheng Mo didn't expect Shen Daoyi to be ruthless suddenly, and couldn't help blurting out "Oops", and when he turned his head, he saw that the arm at the short-sleeved sleeve was already a small piece of red, and Cheng Mo didn't justify the words "I'm doing this for your good" or something like that.

He is not qualified, he thinks, maybe this is more for Shen Youyi's good.

Cheng Mo just glanced at his arm and didn't speak, the two of them walked a short distance in the noisy rain, Shen Daoyi pursed his lips, tightened Cheng Mo's arm, tilted his head towards Cheng Mo, and said in a coquettish tone: "Xiao Momo! won't you be angry, right?"

Cheng Mo shook his head and said lightly, "Am I so easy to get angry?"

"Then why don't you speak?" asked Shen Daoyi.

"It's still in the making. Cheng Mo said.

"Cheng Xiaomo, please don't tell me any big truths, I understand all this, but I just can't get over the hurdle in my heart. ”

Cheng Mo felt something, he turned his head and glanced at Shen Daoyi, her expression seemed to be very indifferent, but there was an indescribable sadness and loneliness in her eyes, like a flower destroyed by the spring rain.

At this time, Shen Daoyi's footsteps slowed down, and she looked straight at Luo Jiayi's tombstone not far away, on both sides of the tombstone were planted pine and cypress saplings that had not yet grown, and the base of the tombstone was covered with a layer of yellow chrysanthemum flowers, which was obviously left by Shen Ping just now.

Shen Daoyi let go of the hand holding Cheng Mo and said in a low voice: "Anyway, Jiayi shouldn't have left this world so early, and my father and I are responsible." ”

Cheng Mo didn't continue to persuade anything, and walked to Luo Jiayi's tombstone with Shen Daoyi, the top of the black marble tombstone was embedded with Luo Jiayi's color photo, and the photo showed a delicate-looking girl, she wore her hair, raised a smiling face, and looked like a bird. There is no epitaph engraved on the tombstone, only the date of birth and death, and two simple sentences "The tomb of the beloved daughter Luo Jiayi" and "Parents crying".......

Shen Daoyi looked at Luo Jiayi's photo and whispered: "Jiayi loves selfies very much, likes to watch "Dream of Red Mansions" the most, but hates "Dream of Red Mansions" the most, when it comes to Lin Daiyu, she occasionally sheds tears, and usually thinks about writing some ancient poems by herself. Feiquan Shuyu', I also had a pen name at that time, my pen name was too ashamed, I won't tell you, at that time she loved to write ancient poems, and also printed a small collection by herself, although now I look at some disease-free moaning, but the words are still very beautiful, very able to bluff some people who don't understand, in fact, a very talented little girl, I also posted an ancient saying on the Internet when I was in high school, but unfortunately I couldn't finish it......"

Shen Daoyi's voice was gradually drowned out by the sound of rain.

Cheng Mo turned his head and saw Shen Daoyi quickly avoid his visiting gaze and look to the other side. But soon Shen Daoyi turned around, but she didn't speak, as if she was staring at the photo of Luo Jiayi on the tombstone, but if she looked closely, she could find that her gaze was a little floating, and there seemed to be no focus in her pupils.

Cheng Mo deliberately interrupted Shen Daoyi's memories, handed the umbrella to Shen Daoyi, bent down and gently placed the daisy in his arms on the layer of yellow chrysanthemum flowers, and then bowed three times, and said softly: "Although you have been observed to leave in this world, I believe that you still exist in another time and space, and you will eventually be happy." ”

Hearing Cheng Mo's eulogy, Shen Daoyi looked at Cheng Mo a little inexplicably, "Can you say something that I understand?"

"As a person who believes in science, I think what I said is very good!" Cheng Mo said sincerely, seeing that Shen Daoyi still looked very incomprehensible, Cheng Mo shrugged his shoulders and said, "If you want me to be serious, I will too." ”

After a pause, Cheng Mo looked at Luo Jiayi's photo and said in a pious and solemn voice: "The Lord who created all things in the universe, the God who gives life and breath, and the Savior who saves human souls, thank you for letting her sleep in the arms of the Lord and enjoy eternal rest, God has received her soul." From it we have wisdom from God, and we have seen the end of man, and the day of man dying is better than the day of life. The heart of wisdom is in the house of mourning, and the heart of the foolish is in the house of pleasure. It is better to go to the house of mourning than to the house of pleasure, for death is the end of all, and the living will take it to heart..."

He drew a cross on his chest and closed his eyes, "Men come from dust and return to dust, may your soul rest in heaven, pray and supplicate in the name of God!"

Shen Daoyi stroked his forehead and asked with some amusement, "Are you a Christian?"

Cheng Mo shook his head, "No, so, I can still recite the "Dizang Bodhisattva Wish Sutra" to surpass her ....."

Shen Daoyi stared at Cheng Mo's eyes for a long time, and seeing that Cheng Mo was always expressionless and had no intention of joking, he handed the umbrella back to Cheng Mo's hand, and rolled his eyes at Cheng Mo, "Okay! You win!" After speaking, Shen Daoyi squatted down, and broke off the white flowers of the daisies one by one from the green flower stems, and piled them on the base of the tombstone with those yellow chrysanthemums.

Cheng Mo said in a low voice: "Religion can soothe people's hearts. ”

"Then why don't you believe it?" said Shen Dao without raising his head.

"I believe in science..... There is no difference between science and religion, and the two are only competing for the right to interpret the world. Maybe in the end they will end up on the same path. Cheng Mo said.

Shen Daoyi used floral techniques to insert daisies into the stone incense burner in front of the tombstone, and then picked up some yellow chrysanthemums to decorate it, she squatted under the umbrella, meticulously fiddled with the flowers, and made a beautiful flower arrangement artwork, before standing up from the tombstone with satisfaction, she stretched out her hand outside the umbrella, while washing her hands stained with some green juice with rainwater, she turned her head to look at Cheng Mo and said, "So what? Do you plan to use religion or science to soothe me?"

Cheng Mo didn't answer Shen Daoyi's question, he looked at Shen Daoyi's eyes intently, and stood under the black umbrella with her for a moment before he said softly, "Do you want to accompany me to see my father?"

Shen Daoyi smiled, took out a tissue from his bag and wiped his hands before replying, "Okay!"

Cheng Mo turned around, Shen Daoyi followed and turned around, this time Shen Daoyi did not hold Cheng Mo, the two of them shouldered shoulder to shoulder, and walked together towards the stone steps not far away in the slanting wind and drizzle, and then Cheng Mo took Shen Daoyi up the stairs and climbed towards the highest part of a mountain, the higher he went, the bigger the cemetery, and the more luxurious the tombstone, until there were only three laps left around the tombstone around the mountain, Cheng Mo said: "It's here." ”

The pine and cypress saplings above the mountain range are longer than the trees below, and they have a little scale, and the area of the cemetery at the top is several times the area of the cemetery below, and the tombstone is also white and black marble, which is very magnificent.

Cheng Mo took Shen Daoyi to the path on the left, and did not stop until he stopped in front of the tombstone with the words "Cheng Yongze", there was no photo on the tombstone, but there was an epitaph written - "Every day that has never danced is a failure of life." ”

Shen Daoyi involuntarily whispered: "'Every day that you don't dance is a disappointment to life', this is Nietzsche's words." ”

Cheng Mo did not extend on the topic of Shen Daoyi, but pointed to an empty marble lattice next to Cheng Yongze's tombstone, and said lightly: "The tomb next to it is mine, and my cemetery was bought before my father's..... Because I would have died before my dad. ”

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