The two people entered the cemetery and saw stone tombs that stretched as far as the eye could see. Although there were many green areas around, it still made people feel inexplicably depressed.
They were going in different directions and neither of them were talkative people, so they nodded to each other and then went their separate ways.
Yun Pei's mother's grave was on the inner side. He moved forward in a wheelchair, passing many tombstones with photos printed on them. The lives of those people were frozen here, and they could never get up again.
Some tombstones have bouquets of flowers placed in front of them, while others are empty, perhaps having long been forgotten by the living.
Most of those who can afford to buy a cemetery here are rich people. What they see more is profit. Maybe they will commemorate their deceased relatives at the beginning, but as time goes by, these cold stone tablets are far less important than the immediate income.
Just like his mother, at first the man pretended to take a look at her, but now he has probably forgotten where the cemetery is. Even on the anniversary of her death, he was happily preparing a birthday party for his precious little son.
The further you go in, the colder Yun Pei's expression becomes. His eyes, which reveal no emotion, are like insoluble ink, hiding all the sorrow.
The wheelchair stopped in front of an unremarkable monument. He raised the umbrella in his hand and his eyes fell on the bouquet of flowers in front of the monument.
It must have been put down not long ago, the petals are still full, stained with falling raindrops, and look fresh as if they had just been picked.
No one except me will come to visit my mother. Who put this bouquet of flowers here
Yun Pei lowered his eyes and thought, and the middle-aged man quickly appeared in his mind. If it was him, perhaps he was not mistaken just now.
But why
Why would someone whom I haven’t seen for many years suddenly come to give flowers to my mother
Qin Mingyuan walked slowly among the tombstones holding a bouquet of flowers, and found the tombstone of his original grandparents based on the location he learned from the person in charge of the cemetery.
The two old people must have had a very good relationship. They were buried together in a cemetery. There were two photos pasted on the tombstone. The old people with white hair had very kind faces.
Qin Mingyuan squatted down, placed the bouquet in front of the monument, glanced at the photos on it, and unconsciously made a comparison in his mind.
Although the original grandfather looked dull as expected of a member of the Qin family, one could see some tenderness in his eyes, and the grandmother next to him had an even brighter smile.
Think about my own grandfather. Even in the posthumous portrait, he looked meticulous, with the word "serious" in his expression.
He wanted to be strong all his life and never relaxed until his death. He was cruel to others and even crueler to himself.
Qin Mingyuan stretched out his hand to adjust the position of the bouquet. His hands were stained with rain, and he rubbed them lightly without caring. He looked at the old man in the photo, "I'm sorry, I'm occupying your grandson's body, and I don't know if he can come back in the future. If he can't... then it means I can't leave either. One for one, if you think about it this way, you won't suffer a loss."
He said sorry, but he didn't sound that sorry.
He stood up, still looking down at the photo, "Fortunately, I am quite capable of managing a company. At least your Qin Group will not go bankrupt. This should be considered good news."
Having said that, Qin Mingyuan felt that there was nothing more to say. He was silent for a while, then bent his waist slightly as a bow to show respect.
As soon as I stood up, the phone in my pocket rang. I took it out and took a look. The note displayed on the screen was the word "Mom".
Knowing why she called, Qin Mingyuan hung up the phone directly, took a photo of the tombstone and the bouquet of flowers and sent it to her, and soon received a reply from the other party.
Mom: Baby is so good~
As usual, Qin Mingyuan put the phone back into his pocket without replying. However, his heart moved slightly. He looked up at the continuous rain, his gaze falling in the direction he came from.
Yun Pei looks cold and a little unapproachable, but he looked very fragile when he was sitting alone at the stairs on the birthday party.
I wonder if he will cry in front of his mother’s tombstone
If I cry... Qin Mingyuan remembered how his eyes turned red from being burned while eating. He rubbed his thumb on the umbrella handle. He still looked a little pitiful.
Two bouquets of flowers were placed side by side in front of the monument. The woman in the photo on the monument had a bright smile, as if she had never suffered any hardship, and her face was brighter than the flowers.
Yun Pei said nothing as usual. He just sat there silently staring at the photo, and only blinked gently after a while.
He sat like this for a long time, until a few drops of rain mixed with wind fell on the back of his neck. His body shivered physiologically and he began to feel cold.
Raising his hand to wipe away the raindrops on his neck, Yun Pei looked at the photo with a faint smile on his face, "Mom, if I get sick you'll be worried, right? Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself..."
As he spoke, he reached out to touch the person in the photo, wiped away the rain, and his fingertips lingered on the corner of the woman's raised mouth for a while before slowly withdrawing his hand, "... I'll go back today and come to see you next time."
Her eyes fell on the extra bouquet of flowers again and she pursed her lips. If she remembered correctly, the middle-aged man was her family's former driver.
After his mother had the accident, he still blamed himself and felt that he had failed in his duty that day. If he had driven them out, perhaps the accident would not have happened.
Yun Pei was in a very bad state at the time. He hardly communicated with anyone, and the people at home gradually stopped coming to him. Later, the woman moved in and replaced all the servants. He never saw the driver uncle again.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, the other party would still remember to send his mother a bouquet of flowers, which made his mother's kindness to them worthwhile.
Taking his eyes off the bouquet and taking one last look at his mother's photo, Yun Pei maneuvered the wheelchair to turn around and leave the place where his closest people were buried.
When he reached the place where he had separated from the man before, he unexpectedly discovered that the person he thought had left was standing there, with his back to him, tall and slender, looking hazy yet real in the rain.
The wheelchair stopped for a moment, then slowly moved towards the person standing there.
Hearing the noise behind him, Qin Mingyuan turned around and saw the other person stop in front of him, raised his umbrella and looked up to meet his eyes. His face looked normal, with no signs of having cried.
"Mr. Qin hasn't left yet?" Yun Pei asked casually when the man didn't speak. He always felt that the other party's gaze was cornering his eyes. He thought there was something and subconsciously raised his hand to touch it.
Seeing his actions, Qin Mingyuan confirmed that he had not cried, so he looked away, responded with a "hmm", turned around with the umbrella, and said, "Let's go."
Yun Pei inexplicably felt that he might be waiting for him, but quickly shook his head. It was just a coincidence that they met before, but given their relationship, there was no need for him to wait for him in the rain. Maybe he was just delayed by something.
They walked side by side as they had done when they came. The rain made a slight sound when falling on the umbrella. Even though no one spoke, the atmosphere was not awkward.
So when Qin Mingyuan opened his mouth, it seemed a little abrupt.
“No recent updates?”
Yun Pei took a while to react before he realized what the other party was talking about. He looked at him with a little surprise, "Boss Qin... are you still watching my video?"
"Yeah," Qin Mingyuan nodded honestly, "Watching it after a busy day at work is a good way to relax."
When the man said he was watching it on the set before, Yun Pei thought he was just curious and casually watching it, but he didn't expect that he was really following it. Somehow he felt a little embarrassed, lowered his eyes, and the tips of his ears began to turn red again, "Recently... I don't have any inspiration."
The umbrella covered the person sitting there tightly, so Qin Mingyuan couldn't see his abnormality and said, "That's a pity."
After a pause, he asked again, "Why did you post the video online?"
Based on his understanding of him from these two meetings and some descriptions in the original book, Qin Mingyuan felt that he was a rather solitary person, didn't like to interact with people, and was even less likely to want to attract attention, so he was indeed somewhat curious about the fact that he would post a video on the online platform. Yun Pei pursed his lips and did not answer immediately. He was silent for a long time until the parking lot appeared in his sight, and then he said, "Because I don't want my mother to worry."
Qin Mingyuan thought that he would not answer him and paused. Although he did not understand what this sentence meant, he thought of the dark painting at home and considerately did not ask any further questions.
When he walked to the car, Zhou Yang called him. He must have wanted to ask him about a problem at work that he couldn't handle.
Seeing that he seemed to be busy with something, Yun Pei did not disturb him. He nodded and turned to go to his car.
Qin Mingyuan held the phone in his hand, watching the driver take his umbrella and send him to the car, then he turned his eyes away and answered the call, "Hello."
Through the car window, Yun Pei looked at the man's back as he stood aside and answered the phone. He didn't know what he was thinking. Only after the car drove away did he slowly turn back.
The car passed by Qin Mingyuan. He listened to Zhou Yang's report on the phone, slightly tilted his head to take a look, and replied, "Well, I'll be back soon."
(End of this chapter)