"I'll go notify the hospital security now."
"I'll check the surveillance outside the door."
"I'll ask the doctor and nurse on duty."
Tang Jue, Tang Yi, and Tang Song acted immediately. Tang Wei stayed alone in the ward, calm and collected, "Second uncle, think about where my aunt would go, and I'll take you there."
"Okay, let me think about it." Tang Yiming forced himself to calm down.
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After lunch, Song Zhixing and Chen Cheng took Uncle Mo’s car to the cemetery.
The cemetery was in a very desolate suburb, and it took more than an hour to drive there.
It was noon, when the sun was at its hottest. Uncle Mo looked up at the whitish sun and said, "Miss, do you want to sit in the car for a while and wait until the sun is a little bit cooler before going out? The sun is too strong right now."
"It's okay, I have an umbrella with me!" Song Zhixing grabbed the parasol in his hand, "Uncle Mo, you wait for me in the parking lot, Chengcheng and I will go upstairs and come down in a while."
"Okay. Be careful and don't get heat stroke!"
Song Zhixing responded, pulled Chen Cheng out of the car holding an umbrella and flowers. Chen Cheng looked at the graves, huddled against Song Zhixing, "Fortunately it's broad daylight now, with such a bright sun. If it was cloudy and rainy, I wouldn't dare come here."
Song Zhixing sneered at her, "Coward!"
"Of course you are brave. Your parents live here. They will protect you."
Chen Cheng's words made Song Zhixing's eyes darken for a moment, "I would rather they didn't live here, I would rather they were unable to protect me..."
The words he said were very sad. Chen Cheng looked at her apologetically, "Don't take my words to heart. I'm a person who doesn't hold back when it comes to words. You know me."
"I don't blame you."
The two girls walked up the stairs, talking all the way.
"Where do your parents live?" Chen Cheng asked while fanning himself with his hands.
Song Zhixing pointed in a direction, "It's right there. It's very close."
Chen Cheng looked in the direction she pointed, "Hey, what day is it today? It seems that there are other people coming to visit the graves too."
"Maybe it's some other old friend's birthday or something!" Song Zhixing responded casually without thinking too much about it.
When he got closer, he was slightly stunned.
The person who was supposed to be sweeping someone else's grave was actually sitting in front of her parents' tombstone. She was sitting facing the tombstone, and from the direction of Song Zhixing and Chen Cheng, they could only see a thin back. The other person had disheveled hair and was wearing a white hospital gown. When the wind blew, she looked desolate and gloomy.
Chen Cheng's heart was in her throat. She held Song Zhixing's hand tightly and asked, "Is this person... a human or a ghost?"
Song Zhixing was a timid person to begin with, and when Chen Cheng asked him this, he felt goosebumps down his spine.
However, the woman who had been motionless all this time suddenly moved. Holding a sharp stone in her hand, she suddenly scratched the photo of her parents on the tombstone. At first, the movement was slow, but later, as if she was losing control of her emotions, the movement became faster and faster, and more and more forceful. In a short while, the two black and white photos on the tombstone were scratched beyond recognition.
Song Zhixing, who was still in a daze, suddenly came to her senses. Seeing her parents' young faces become blurred, she felt heartbroken and angry. She didn't care about being afraid. She stuffed the umbrella and flowers into Chen Cheng's arms and strode over, "What are you doing?"
The other party seemed to have not heard her voice, completely immersed in his own world, his hands moved one by one, as if he was carving the thing he hated the most. Because he was using too much force, the veins on the back of his hand were throbbing.
Seeing that he couldn't stop talking, Song Zhixing had to grab the other person's hand, "Who are you? What grudge do my parents have against you? Why do you want to disturb them like this..."
The word "peaceful" suddenly got stuck in my throat when I saw the other person's face turning towards me.
She was shocked and surprised, staring at him in disbelief, "Tang..."
The word "Madam" got stuck in my throat. Why was she here? Didn't she say she was in the hospital due to illness? And why would she do such a ridiculous thing to her parents' tombstone
Su Fengjin was obviously just as surprised when she saw Song Zhixing. Her lifeless eyes widened and stared at Song Zhixing. That look made Song Zhixing feel creepy. Chen Cheng stood a few steps away, not knowing what was going on here, and asked anxiously, "Xingxing, are you okay?"
"No... Nothing." Song Zhixing's face was stiff. She didn't know why, but Su Fengjin's gaze made her feel creepy. Moreover, that gaze gradually became sharper, as if he wanted to tear her into pieces.
"Li Hui..." Su Fengjin's pale lips moved and he suddenly uttered these two words.
Song Zhixing was stunned for a moment when he heard his mother's name, and then he realized that the other party had recognized the wrong person, and opened his mouth to explain. But Su Fengjin suddenly stood up like crazy, "I know you are not dead... You are not dead... You want to pretend to be pitiful and let Yiming fall in love with you again, right?"
Song Zhixing was stunned when he heard this.
She said this to her mother, so the Yiming she was referring to was...
"You can't snatch it from me!" Su Fengjin smiled. That smile was beautiful, with a bit of desolation and sadness, and it was obvious that she was not in her right mind. "Yiming loves me now. He is no longer interested in you... He loves me very much..."
"You got the wrong person." Song Zhixing explained, "I am Song Zhixing, Li Hui is my mother."
"But, how come you are still so young after so many years?" Su Fengjin seemed not to hear her words at all. He suddenly raised his hand and touched her face, his eyes floating on her face, "Yiming likes you because you are young... I didn't expect that after more than ten years, you are still so young. I am so jealous..."
Hearing this, Song Zhixing had a bad feeling in her heart. She felt her hand was so cold that it seemed to chill her bones. She took a step back in fear. However, Su Fengjin had already pounced on her, and the sharp stone that she had been holding tightly in her hand suddenly scratched her face.
Song Zhixing subconsciously raised her hand to block it, but the stone was too sharp and it scratched her palm. Her delicate palm immediately bleeds and blood oozes out.
"Xingxing!" Chen Cheng was originally watching over there, but now he finally realized something was wrong. He threw away the flowers and umbrella in his hands and ran over.
Song Zhixing felt the pain and frowned. But the other party insisted on attacking her again. She ignored the pain and just grabbed the other party's hand.
"Calm down and look carefully. I am not Li Hui at all! You have made a mistake!" She tried her best to make the other party sober up, but at this moment Su Fengjin had completely lost her mind.
[Good night!]