There is only one elderly keeper in the martyrs' cemetery, and every day at the first rays of sunlight, he either shovels snow shovels or wields brooms to remove dust, so that the martyrs who sleep here can open their eyes to see the world.

Seeing someone coming, the old man greeted him warmly.

"Yo, you're the first one today."

Shen Pingxiao stepped forward and took the shovel from the old man's hand.

"You rest."

Yan Ci was looking for a broom on the side, and the old man picked one for her when he passed by her.

"That's a good one."

"Girl, Raw Face, I haven't seen you before."

Yan Ci was slightly shocked.

"Uncle has a good memory."

The old man spoke hot, revealing the brown e-cigarette oil between his teeth.

"When I was younger, I was a scout, and I didn't have any other skills, I just remembered that I could name everyone who slept here, and I remembered when they came to see them."

As he spoke, the old man pointed at Shen Pingxiao.

"This kid hasn't been here for two years, but I remember it clearly."

Yan Ci explained.

"We're in this together."

When the old man heard this, he clapped his hands happily as if he was happy for Shen Pingxiao's late father.

"It's out of breath, and I know how to bring someone to meet my parents."

Shen Pingxiao was still shoveling snow in front of him, not caring what they were talking about.

"This kid, a stuffy gourd, a proper doer, probably like his father, his mother is not like this."

Yan Ci's brows furrowed slightly, "Do you still know his mother?" ”

She heard from Shen Pingxiao once that his mother remarried and started another family after his father's death, so she didn't ask much.

The old man is not stingy, what to say.

"His mother comes every year, but every time she deliberately staggers, I listen to her, I guess there is some misunderstanding between the two of them."

Yan Ci only needs to think a little bit to sort out what the misunderstanding is.

Shen Pingxiao never mentions his family for no reason, he remembers his father's death day, and whenever he has the opportunity, he will come back to see it.

But the mother, with only a light sentence, remarried.

The former teenager did not understand why his mother had made such a decision, and he was not able to change anything.

Not to bother is the only thing he can do.

In an unknown corner of his heart, he must still hate his mother's behavior of "abandoning her husband and children".

Yan Ci kept up with Shen Pingxiao's pace, helped him sweep away the remaining snow blocks, swept out the fonts hidden in each tombstone, and wiped the stubborn residues in the crevices with his fingers little by little.

When they were all busy, the two of them were so hot that they were sweating, and the old man who guarded the garden brought the freshly brewed hot tea, as well as the old wine that Shen Pingxiao had stored here.

"My dad doesn't have any other hobbies, guns are one, and wine is one."

He drank three glasses with his father silently, watched quietly for a while, didn't say anything, and pulled Yan Ci to leave.

Maybe such a set of processes looks really unseemly to outsiders, but Yan Ci, who is firmly holding at the moment, can feel that the power he transmits from his arm is almost like firmly grasping the invisible and untouchable soul.

Scribbled to worship, truly commemorative.

Yan Ci was indeed pinched a little painfully, but she didn't resist, didn't squeak, and endured it silently.

It wasn't until he slowly recovered that Yan Ci had a chance to retract and keep rubbing to alleviate the special treatment of the bones that were about to be pinched and misplaced.

Shen Pingxiao realized it later.

"Didn't I hurt you?"

He took her hand and kneaded it carefully.

At this moment, Yan Ci looked up and saw that in the lane behind Shen Pingxiao, a family sedan was driving slowly, and a woman was sitting in the co-pilot seat, with her head down and pinching her eyebrows.

After so many years, the years will more or less stay on the face of the beauty, but Yan Ci recognizes the person with just one side face.

It was Shen Pingxiao's biological mother who had remarried.

Shen Pingxiao turned his back to him, only looking at his eyes, and passed by his loved ones.

He put his arm around Yan Ci's shoulders, tightened her scarf with the gaps exposed, and continued to walk forward.

While waiting for the red light in front of the zebra crossing, Yan Ci suddenly grabbed his hand and walked back.

"What's wrong?"

"I've dropped something, go back and look for it."

Shen Ping Xiao believed that it was true, and really thought that something had accidentally fallen when he was removing snow just now, and comforted her.

"Don't worry, what's the matter, I'll help you find it."

As soon as the words fell, Shen Pingxiao noticed the car parked at the gate of the martyr's cemetery, the door opened, and a well-dressed lady came out in black high heels, holding a bouquet of fresh white roses in her hand.

He retracted half of his steps, opened his mouth slightly, and said a silent word.

"Mom?"

Shen's mother also seemed to sense Shen Pingxiao's existence, glanced in the direction where someone was staying, and held on to the car door for a long time.

The mother and son have not seen each other for many years, and the eyes of the two colliders easily collapsed the crux of the past in the heart.

Those incomprehensions, those estrangements, those reasons that led to the breakup of mother and son, are not worth mentioning at all at the moment when they see their loved ones again.

Mother Shen spent a morning carefully refining her makeup, and two obvious marks were poured out by tears, and she was in a hurry, and she couldn't wipe it off her left and right.

She closed the door, sniffed, tried to maintain a good posture, and walked into the cemetery, even if her eyes did not look at the road, she could find the right direction by feeling.

The high heels stepped crookedly, twisted a little and almost fell.

Shen Pingxiao stretched out his hand to help her steady.

She choked and hugged the flowers, and told Shen Pingxiao in the wind and drizzle.

"After worshipping your dad first, I can't cry now, I have to let him see that I'm doing well."

Shen Pingxiao let go of his hand, watched her walk over slowly, squatted down and handed the bundle of white roses in front of the tombstone.

Mother Shen looked at the name, her eyes were already filled with tears, and she could barely see clearly, but she was still trying to raise the corners of her mouth, trying not to let the tears fall.

Shen Pingxiao couldn't hear what she was whispering to the tombstone, and the ghost made the god almost step forward and stand behind his mother.

The family is reunited here and enjoys the peace.

The old man who guarded the garden gave his warm room to the reunited mother and son, and Shen's mother was not used to wearing any high heels at all, so she dragged her shoes and stepped on the carpet.

"Every time I come to see him, I have to dress up from head to toe, for fear that he will see it and worry."

Shen Pingxiao didn't speak sullenly, and asked his mother to take the initiative.

"Still in the army? I heard from the keeper, you haven't been here for two years, aren't you busy? ”

Shen Pingxiao replied, picking it up and saying.

"I've not been busy lately."

Mother Shen nodded heavily.

"No matter how busy you are, you have to pay attention to your body, don't work too hard, don't be like your dad, and leave without saying a word."

Speaking of this, Shen's mother couldn't hold back, and finally covered her face and cried bitterly, making a mess of her makeup.

Shen Pingxiao tried to hug his mother shallowly.

"Mom......"

Shen's mother grabbed the front of his collar, pressed her head against it, and spit out words through the gap in her crying.

"Xiao Xiao, I have lived most of my life, and I have never asked for any great wealth and wealth, I only want peace, why is this so difficult?"

Although Shen's father has been dead for many years, when he mentions it again, it is still just a scar that has been covered.

"Mom, I promise you, I'll be fine."

"I'm talking about a girlfriend, it's a small resignation, I'll bring her back to see you."

"Mom......"

Saying that, the tip of Shen Pingxiao's nose was sour, and he couldn't control the sadness of being homeless for so many years.

They talked a lot together, chatting very miscellaneous, like students before the exam, cramming to memorize books and frantically explore knowledge points.

And those incurable diseases that you know can't be solved will automatically ignore and skip them, and you have to pick and choose the places that can score as much as possible to review.

Shen Pingxiao helped his mother out, and the makeup on Shen's mother's face had already been wiped clean, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth had nowhere to escape.

The current husband, who has not been in the car, showed up to pick up the person, and Yan Ci, who was waiting on the side, also greeted him as soon as possible.

"Hello Auntie."

Mother Shen looked at her with a smile, "I've grown into a big girl." ”

He turned his head and said to Shen Pingxiao seriously, "Be kind to others." ”

Before getting into the car, Shen's mother thought about it and tidied up her son's messy clothes, and leaned in and whispered to Shen Pingxiao.

"Don't blame me, I wouldn't have survived without you Uncle Bo."

The Uncle Bo in his mouth is her current husband, who is facing Shen Pingxiao's eyes at the moment, nodding to him shallowly, and greeting him with a smile.

In fact, this Uncle Bo is not annoying, his face is kind, he is also very thoughtful and meticulous, and he takes good care of Shen's mother.

Shen Pingxiao was immersed in the pain of his family's disintegration, forgetting that his mother had suffered a harder blow than him, and she also needed care and comfort.

Suddenly, he felt childish and ridiculous.

He felt that his mother was wrong to abandon her husband and son, was it right for him to try to tie up his mother's emotions and life?

Who is nobler than whom, and who is more pathetic than whom?

Just as they both sat down and were about to drive away, Shen Pingxiao suddenly opened the window of the car and shouted inside.

"Uncle Bo!"

He is not very good at expressing emotions.

"Thank you."

No one expected Shen Pingxiao to have such a move, Shen's mother and the two were stunned in the car seat, and Uncle Bo's hand that was about to twist the car key was also raised in mid-air, not advancing or retreating, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

When they left, Yan Ci stepped forward, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the car shadow that was getting farther and farther away.

"That Uncle Bo looks like your father, seven points alike."

For professional reasons, Yan Ci's eyes are smarter than a camera, and he captures some features and details very quickly and accurately, but Shen Pingxiao really didn't see it.

"Believe me, your mother hasn't forgotten your father, no matter how young she is, she won't forget it."

Shen's mother's last whisper before leaving flooded in her mind - "Without you Uncle Bo, I can't live at all." ”

Maybe from the child's point of view, it is a broken family, but from the perspective of Shen's mother, it is the sky falling, and it is a cage that cannot be walked out of in a lifetime.

"Shen Pingxiao, if it were you, would you have the courage to face the pain throughout your life?"

Shen's mother not only chose to live, but also chose not to forget the appearance of that beloved person for the rest of her life.