When you get to the place, you can see the tombstones after getting off the car. Those tombstones were once filled with living people. But after death, only the photo on the tombstone is left, which can still remind the living people. Their voices and smiles.
It was noon, the weather was hot, and Yan Qingsi's eyes were too hot to open. The dandelion in her hand had wilted after leaving the soil.
Yan Qingsi looked at the continuous cemetery, looked back at Youyou, and did not rush him.
Youyou didn't get off the car, his hands kept shaking, and his throat seemed to be blocked by a long thorn. He looked for Yan Qingsi, hoping that she could give him the last glimmer of hope, but... but...
In this world, there is really no such kindness that can be given to you.
He asked many people to investigate, and the results came out the next day, telling him that the woman he had been looking for and thinking about for so many years was dead.
He didn't believe it, so he asked people to continue checking. Wave after wave of people were changed, and everyone's answer was the same.
That woman is dead, died many years ago.
The year she died happened to be the year he left.
But Youyou still refused to believe that he found Yan Qingsi. She was her daughter. She would not want her mother to die. She would definitely tell him the truth.
But it really looked like—she took him to the cemetery.
She wants to tell her the cruelest truth.
Yan Qingsi was a little dizzy from the sun, and there was a layer of sweat on her forehead, neck and back. The makeup on her face, which had not been removed, was soaked in sweat and fainted little by little.
Yan Qingsi knew how You Yang was feeling now. It was the most painful time after being shattered by reality.
Therefore, she did not rush him, because she had tasted what it felt like, and it was too painful, even worse than death.
However, just because she gave him time didn't mean that he could escape.
Yan Qingsi said coolly: "Don't you want the truth? This is the truth. Don't you want to see my mother? I brought you here, so you should come down."
Yugi's eyes were even redder, as if they could drip blood at any time. His voice was hoarse and hoarse: "I don't believe it. You are lying to me just like them..."
Even now, he still doesn't want to admit that fact.
It was as if right and wrong forced a person to tear out his heart with his own hands, force him to face the bloody reality, and force him to taste the heart-piercing pain.
Yan Qingsi didn't blame him. She said calmly: "It's up to you. If you feel that deceiving yourself will make your life more comfortable, that's up to you."
Youyou's reaction was normal and she understood it, so she didn't feel angry.
Yan Qingsi kicked off the high heels on her feet, which caused blisters on her heels.
She stepped on the cobblestones that were hot in the sun and walked all the way up.
On a July day, the temperature in the morning in Los Angeles is the highest of the day. It has reached 34 to 5 degrees Celsius. The ground temperature is even higher. Stepping on it feels like stepping on a red-hot iron plate, as if you can be cooked. Same.
But Yan Qingsi seemed not to feel anything, her face was calm and there was nothing strange about it.
Yan Qingsi walked up step by step, and when she stood in front of the tombstone, she was sweating profusely. The clothes on her back were soaked with sweat, her cheeks were red from the sun, and her eye makeup was smudged. It didn't look good, but she didn't care.
There are no weeds in Nie Qiuping's cemetery. It is obviously taken care of regularly, and the tombstone is also wiped clean.