C1719 (2/2)

Qin Ruolan's masterpiece.

Three pages of paper, more than 3000 words, the more you write at the end, the more scribbled and fuzzy the handwriting is. Maybe Qin Ruolan wrote it with tears.

Finally, Ning Shiqian finally knew where his father and elder brother had gone. Finally he knew the secret he had been searching for for for so many years. The truth was so cruel and cruel.

Looking at the pain and despair of Qin Ruolan between the lines, how regretful and regretful he was. He didn't care much about her. In this whole thing, she was the one who had the hardest life. She raised the children born to her husband and other women. Finally, she watched them go away and were abandoned. Her son turned against her. She should have lived these years How hard

Ning Shiqian was holding that piece of paper, weeping like a child with nothing.He was wrong, really wrong He really didn't know Qin Ruolan had such a hard time: ”I'm sorry, mom, it's me, I'm sorry, mom I'm sorry. I'm sorry. ”

The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind does not stop; the son wants to raise, but relatives do not wait.

Life, no hypothesis, no beginning.

The cemetery on Shanchuan Road, just 10 kilometers away, is the nearest cemetery.

Ning Shiqian didn't expect that his father and elder brother, who had disappeared for many years, were actually so close to him.

Now, he came here for the first time with Qin Ruolan's ashes.

Their tombstone is located at the top of the whole cemetery. The surroundings are clean, but the photos on the tombstone have turned yellow.

There is also an empty place beside the tombstone. There are two bundles of dried chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone. They have been dried by the wind. They should have been left a long time ago.

Ning Shiqian came alone. He informed the administrator of the cemetery to help with the burial.

The manager was very surprised and said, ”is Mrs. Ning dead? She still looks so young.”

”Do you know her?”

”Yes, yes. I've been here for more than ten years. She comes here twice a year, rain or shine. She sits alone all day. She also gives me some money regularly and asks me to clear the tombstone. What a pity.”

”Every year?”

”Yes, so I remember it very clearly.”

She said that she hated her husband, but there was no love, where to hate, all hate, all because of love.

”Thank you. I'll trouble you here in the future.” Ning Shi Qian'an buried Qin Ruolan's ashes, and sat down until dark before leaving.