The bright sunshine gradually became hot from the initial faintness, and the early morning mist finally dissipated. The wind blew across the mountain and dried the tears on Ye Jian’s face. She watched her father still hug her mother’s tombstone. , There are endless words.
Birds leaped lightly from the green pine trees that looked like guards guarding the martyrs' cemetery, and a small shadow flew across the sky, falling into a string of crisp wailing and entering the low and shallow words of father.
I don’t know how long I’ve been kneeling, and how many words I’ve said, Dad Fu finally releases his hands holding the tombstone. At this moment, the tombstone is not cold, but has Dad Fu’s body temperature. In black and white photos.
"After talking so much, you must be very annoying, there is no way, Hongmei, I have too many things I want to say to you, and you should take care of me as much as before."
"The rest of my life can't visit you often, nor can I come to chat with you often. Every time I come to the rest of my life, I will talk to you for a long time. You are too lonely and too cold to sleep in such a cold underground, and you have to accompany you for the rest of your life. You speak only."
"Our daughter, Jianer, can't come over to talk to you often. You have to be a little bit more bearable. Hongmei, although you have left us, but we father and daughter still have to bear with you, will you? I feel a little annoying."
"Before, you used to say that I was noisy, and when I was annoyed, I just kicked me. Every time I finished kicking, I asked if it hurts. I laughed every time and told you that it didn't hurt. Seriously... Actually it hurts."
"You have great strength, and sometimes you always kick to my calf every time you kick, even if it is Jiefang shoes, it hurts me as a weak scholar."
"I really want you to come over and kick a few more times, saying I'm annoying, now it's an extravagant hope..." Dad Fu, who let go of his hand, didn't get up right away, but used his own hand to wipe the photo of his dead wife first, and then slow down. Slowly and very carefully wiped the tombstone, "It's all stained with ashes, you are a clean person, how can you stand it. I have to wipe it clean for you, otherwise, I will have to scold me for not paying attention to hygiene when I look back." I've always been a hygienic person, but you love to be clean and you haven't noticed it."
Dad Fu wiped it very cleanly. Even the "Tomb of the Martyr Sun Xueqing" and the characters on the bottom corner of the stele, when was born, when was sacrificed, etc., were wiped clean with his fingers little by little.
After doing everything, Dad Fu looked at a long kneeling Ye Jian, smiled at his daughter, and said to his dead wife: "Hongmei, look at your silly daughter. How long I have been kneeling, she will kneel with her. How long. I confess to you, even if I kneel for a few days and nights, it is all right, but our stupid daughter is reluctant to be my dad and must be with me."
"This kid is smart, but he's solid enough. Doesn't he look like you? Look for it, and keep going. No one will shake you by calling you."
Dad Fu talked to his dead wife as if chatting with his deceased, smiling and beckoning to Ye Jian, "Come on, Jianer, let us father and daughter sit here, you sit on your mother's side, I'll sit here, one left and the other right. Chat with your mother again."
Kneeling for too long, Ye Jian still had some pain in her knees when she got up, but with a smile in Dad Fu's gaze, she sat here.
From early morning to noon, from noon to afternoon, Dad Fu talked for a while, Ye Jian talked for a while, said a lot of things, and Ye Jian also listened to a lot of past events.