2659 Tears

The bright and beautiful sunlight slowly turned hot. The mist in the morning finally dissipated. The wind blew past the mountain and blew away the tears on Ye Jians face. She looked at her father who was still hugging her mothers tombstone tightly. He had endless words to say.

The birds flew lightly from the green pine trees that looked like guardians guarding the martyrs cemetery. A small shadow flashed across the sky, leaving behind a series of clear chirps and Dads low and light words.

After kneeling and talking for a long time, Mr. Fu finally let go of the tombstone. At this moment, the tombstone wasnt cold. It was warm because of Mr. Fus body temperature. It seemed to have warmed up the black and white photo of Sun Xueqing.

After saying so much, you must be very annoyed. I cant help it. Red Plum, I have so many things I want to tell you. Please take care of me like before.

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I cant visit you often in the future. I cant come and chat with you often either. In the future, every time I come, Ill talk to you for a long time. Its too lonely and cold for you to sleep alone in such a cold place. I have to accompany you for the rest of my life.

Our daughter, Jian, cant come and talk to you often either. You have to be more tolerant. Red Plum, although you left us, you still have to be more tolerant of us. Dont you think Im a little annoying?

In the past, you always said that I was troublesome. If you were annoyed, you would kick me. Every time you were done kicking me, you would ask me if it hurts. I would always smile and tell you that it doesnt hurt. To be honest it really hurt.

You were strong. Every time you kicked, you kicked my calf. Even if you were wearing canvas shoes, it still hurt a weak scholar like me.

I really want you to come over and kick me a few more times for being annoying, but now, its an extravagant hope After releasing his grip, Mr. Fu didnt get up immediately. Instead, he used his hand to wipe his deceased wifes photo. Then, he slowly and carefully wiped the rest of the tombstone. Its all stained with dust. You like to be clean. How can you stand it? I have to wipe you clean. Otherwise, youll scold me for not being hygienic. Actually, Ive always been a hygienic person. Its just that you like to be clean, so you didnt notice it.

Mr. Fu cleaned it very well. He even used his fingers to wipe the words Tomb of Martyr, Sun Xueqing, as well as the date of her birth and sacrifice at the bottom corner of the tablet.

After everything was done, Mr. Fu looked at Ye Jian, who had been kneeling for a long time. He smiled at his daughter and said to his deceased wife, Red Plum, look at your silly daughter. She kneeled with me regardless of how long it has been. Im kneeling because Im repenting. I should kneel for a few days and nights, but our silly daughter cant bear to part with me. She insists on accompanying me.

This child is smart, but shes also honest. Is she like you? Once youve made up your mind, youll continue walking on the path youve chosen. No matter who calls you, you wont waver.

Mr. Fu chatted with his deceased wife casually. He smiled and waved at Ye Jian. Come, Jian, sit here. You can sit on your mothers side and Ill sit here. Well accompany your mother and chat.

After kneeling for so long, Ye Jians knees hurt when she got up. However, under Mr. Fus gaze, she smiled and sat on the other side.

From morning to noon and from noon to afternoon, Mr. Fu and Ye Jian both chatted. They talked about many things, and Ye Jian heard many things about the past.