PDLP Chapter 137 Remembering the Dead
Chapter 137 Remembering the Dead
After two consecutive days of continuous spring rain, on the morning of the third day, the sky finally took off its gloomy veil and bloomed with a bright smile.
The accurate weather forecast meant that this year's Qingming Festival was free from rain and was particularly peaceful and tranquil.
Ye Wanqing woke up slowly at dawn. She quietly put on her home clothes embroidered with elegant flowers and strolled to the garden downstairs.
Her eyes gently swept over every bud or beautiful flower, and finally she carefully selected ten gorgeous blooming roses. They were just like her mood at the moment, full of longing and expectation for someone.
This year, she decided not to buy a bouquet of flowers because her yard was already full of vitality, and these gifts from nature were enough to express her concern for Su Junyan.
Just as she was about to turn around and return home with her full load, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a hesitant figure outside the iron gate.
A trace of doubt arose in Ye Wanqing's heart. She gently put down the bouquet in her hand and slowly walked towards the door. What caught her eye was Su Zimo's slightly embarrassed face.
"Sister Wanqing." There was a barely perceptible tremor in Su Zimo's voice. He was afraid that his arrival would cause her inconvenience.
Ye Wanqing nodded slightly, her fingertips lightly touching the sensor light switch beside the door. The soft light instantly dispelled the shadows outside the door. "Why are you here so early? Did you arrive last night?"
"Yes, Sister Wanqing." Su Zimo's voice was low and honest. He couldn't wait to rush here as soon as he got off the plane last night. He had the urge to see Ye Wanqing in his heart, but also deep concerns and uneasiness.
Recalling Li Meng's words, Su Zimo's heart was once again filled with an indescribable bitterness.
He understood that in Ye Wanqing's heart, he was always just the younger brother who needed care.
Although he was unwilling and reluctant in his heart, he also understood that if the feelings could not be forced, it was better to let go and guard them silently in another identity.
Ye Wanqing looked at Su Zimo carefully and found that there was a hint of fatigue in his eyes and some dew on the corners of his clothes. It was obvious that he had been waiting outside the door for a long time.
"Come in, it's cold outside." There was a hint of imperceptible tenderness and heartache in Ye Wanqing's words. She gently pushed open the door and motioned Su Zimo to come in.
Su Zimo followed Ye Wanqing into this familiar yet unfamiliar villa. This villa was carefully selected and decorated by him with the money he had saved from his first foray into the entertainment industry. Every detail contained his deep affection for Ye Wanqing.
However, reality told him that he would never be the master here.
Ye Wanqing brought a cup of steaming hot milk from the kitchen and gently placed it on the coffee table in front of Su Zimo: "Sit down for a while, I'll prepare something for you to eat."
"No need, Sister Wanqing, I'm not hungry." Su Zimo waved his hands quickly. He didn't want to cause trouble for Ye Wanqing.
Ye Wanqing insisted, "You must not have had a good rest last night. Drink some hot milk to warm yourself up first, and then I'll make you a simple breakfast."
Su Zimo couldn't persuade her, so he had to pick up the cup. The warm milk slid down his throat, as if warming his heart which was cold because of the unrequited love.
He secretly told himself that even if he could only be a younger brother, he would do his best to protect Ye Wanqing forever.
Ye Wanqing took out a soft knitted blanket from the guest room and gently placed it on Su Zimo's shoulders. "You take a rest first. I'll go prepare breakfast. The guest room has not been used for a while. You can take a nap on the sofa for a while."
Su Zimo glanced at her gratefully, his voice a little hoarse: "Thank you, Sister Wanqing."
Ye Wanqing looked at his tired face, and an indescribable sadness welled up in her heart. She shook her head gently and said softly, "Go to sleep quickly, everything will be fine."
In the kitchen, Ye Wanqing was busy. She cooked a pot of fragrant millet porridge and carefully prepared twelve golden dumplings.
As the sky gradually turned pale, at 7:30, Ye Wanqing brought two bowls of hot porridge to the dining table, and then walked lightly to the sofa.
Looking at the sleeping Su Zimo, she stood quietly for a while before waking him up with her softest voice: "Zimo, get up and have breakfast. We are going to visit the graves soon."
Su Zimo seemed to be still immersed in a dream, but Ye Wanqing's voice was like warm sunshine, penetrating his dream and making him slowly open his eyes.
"Okay." Su Zimo's voice was soft but firm.
It is Qingming Festival again this year. The weather this year is particularly good, with bright sunshine. It seems that even the sky is praying for the deceased, allowing people to feel a little comfort in their grief.
Ye Wanqing was driving her new car, and although she was still a little unfamiliar with it, with Su Zimo's patient guidance, she finally parked the car steadily at the entrance of the cemetery.
After getting off the car, Su Zimo took the initiative to take the task of getting things. He picked up a large bouquet of roses and a bag full of offerings on the back seat, and stood quietly by waiting for Ye Wanqing.
During the Qingming Festival, the cemetery is filled with flower stalls, and people come to visit the graves in an endless stream. The air is filled with a faint sadness and longing.
Ye Wanqing was worried that Su Zimo would be too conspicuous as a public figure, so she said softly, "Put on your mask and sunglasses. I'll get the flowers."
Su Zimo nodded and quickly put on his mask and sunglasses, revealing only a pair of clear eyes.
Ye Wanqing smiled at him, and that smile was like a spring breeze, which instantly dispelled the haze in Su Zimo's heart: "Let's go."
The two walked into the cemetery side by side. Ye Wanqing first went to her parents' tombstone to pay her respects, and then came to Su Junyan's grave.
Su Zimo had carefully wiped the tombstone clean until it was spotless, and many relatives who came to mourn had gathered in front of the surrounding tombstones.
Ye Wanqing gently put down the flower in her hand and said softly, "This is a new one I planted this year. It's blooming very well. I brought it here specially for you to see."
There was a hint of nostalgia and tenderness in her words. The photo of Su Junyan on the tombstone was reflected in her bright eyes. She stretched out her hand and gently touched the boy in the photo with her fingertips, as if expressing her endless longing.
Su Zimo watched quietly from the side, feeling mixed emotions, but in the end he didn't say anything to interrupt.
Due to the crowds, Ye Wanqing and Su Zimo did not stay for long. When they were about to leave, they happened to meet the Lin family who also came to visit the graves.
"Mrs. Lin, you're here too." Ye Wanqing greeted politely.
"Yes, I came to see an old friend." Mrs. Lin's voice was kind.
The two exchanged a few pleasantries and then left.
Not long after they walked out, Ye Wanqing and Su Zimo met Zhang Duoer.
The moment Ye Wanqing saw Zhang Duoer, her face turned pale instantly. Su Zimo subconsciously stood in front of her, but Zhang Duoer had already discovered them.
"What a coincidence, Ye Wanqing, you are here too." There was a hint of sarcasm in Zhang Duoer's tone.
Ye Wanqing took a deep breath and tried to keep herself calm: "Long time no see, Zhang Duoer."
"Long time no see? You cold-blooded woman, how dare you come here today?" Zhang Duoer's words were like a sharp blade, pointing directly at Ye Wanqing's heart.
Su Zimo's expression suddenly changed when he heard this: "Zhang Duoer, don't go too far!"
"I'm going too far? Humph, don't you know why Su Junyan died back then?" Zhang Duoer's words were like a machine gun, one after another.
Su Zimo looked at Zhang Duoer angrily, but Ye Wanqing gently pulled his sleeve, her eyes firm:
"Zhang Duo'er, what happened in the past is in the past. No matter how much you blame me, nothing can be changed. I came here today to commemorate the deceased, not to argue with you."