Your wife is a bit fierce

Chapter 154 Walking to Duan's Mother's Grave
Qingyang Lin Xiao sat on the long wooden bench beside the round table, watching with cold eyes. He kept silent, but stared closely at Lin Muxue's red eyes. He always felt that she had more and more secrets.

Lin Muxue put the water on the stone table, and she took a sip, as if even the water was different from the water in the city, sweet and delicious.

Qingyang Lin Xiao was very repulsed by the black bowl, didn't drink, just sat there with a gloomy face.

Duan's father sat opposite them, looked at the faces of Lin Muxue and Qingyang Lin Xiao for a long time, and then asked: "Are you a young couple? They are both very beautiful, and they match well."

These words made Qingyang Lin Xiao's gloomy face relax immediately, and the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be closed.

Lin Muxue pursed her lips, did not explain, and looked around: "That... that..." After a long time, Lin Muxue couldn't find a suitable address: "Where is your wife?"

Duan's father sighed, and there was a touch of regret in his cloudy eyes: "Dead." After living for so many years, he seems to have become indifferent to the past.

Lin Muxue's heart suddenly tugged: "How did you die?" Her voice suddenly became extremely hoarse again, it was almost squeezed out from her throat, and tears swirled in her eyes, ready to splash out at any time.

Duan's father was stunned for a moment, it seemed that he was getting older, and many memories had become blurred.

He looked up at the sky, a little lost in thought, the wrinkles on his face became clearer in the sunlight, there was no emotion in his dull eyes, he was trying to recall.

But this kind of him made Lin Muxue even more hurt.

She took another sip of water abruptly, as if she wanted to fill her heart with water and drive away the pain that was churning in her body.

Lin Muxue put down the bowl, and grabbed Father Duan's haggard hand. She was eager to tell him that she was his most beloved Yaoyao, but reason still defeated her.

"Forget it, don't think about it."

Just as Lin Muxue finished speaking, Duan's father shifted his gaze from a high altitude to her face: "I remembered, after Yaoyao died, she became seriously ill, became bedridden, and finally died."

There was no pain in Duan's father's voice, only a touch of melancholy.

That kind of mentality is the kind that has lived for most of my life and is bearish about everything.

Tears still flowed down, Lin Muxue grinned and wanted to cry, and covered it with her hands, that uncontrollable emotion could no longer be concealed.

Father Duan seemed puzzled: "Girl, why are you crying?"

Lin Muxue shook her head vigorously: "I'm fine, I'm fine, can I go and see your wife's grave?"

"Just behind the house."

It was getting late, and it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. Duan's father looked at the high-end car, which must have come from the city, and stared at Lin Muxue kindly: "Girl, you young couple will spend the night here tonight. Let's get you dinner, what would you like to eat?"

Duan's father's gentle laughter, kind face, and never-ending enthusiasm made Lin Muxue feel like yesterday.

"I want to eat vegetable dumplings."

"Vegetable dumplings? Yaoyao seems to like eating them too..." Duan's father got up and entered the house, his hunched back was so lonely.

Lin Muxue's tears were still shedding, like an overflowing river.

Qingyang Lin Xiao couldn't bear it any longer and hugged her into his arms: "Don't cry." He was crying so badly, but he didn't know why she was crying.

……

The township is half an hour away by car. Lin Muxue bought paper money and scented wax. She was in a trance throughout the process, and she couldn't stop crying. The owner of the commissary felt distressed.

When I returned to Duan Yao's house, it was already dark.

Lin Muxue walked towards Mother Duan's grave with paper money and scented wax, her steps were as heavy as iron.

The family has never had much money, so there is no stele in the tomb, just a few stones cut into a groove, and the dead are placed in the stones, buried directly with soil, and piled up into a small mound. People who have no money here , are handled in this way.

Lin Muxue lit the incense, Qingyang Lin Xiao wanted to help, but she stopped her: "I'll do it myself, you go back." She had a lot of things she wanted to say to her mother.

But Qingyang Lin Xiao was afraid that she would be in danger, so he refused to leave.

Lin Muxue stuck the scented wax in front of the mound, knelt in the soft ground, and burned stacks of paper money.

While crying and burning, he called his mother over and over again in his heart.

How unfilial she is, she will wait until today to visit, and how unfilial she is, she will only come after more than ten years after her mother died.

Lin Muxue always remembered that when she suddenly had this body inexplicably, she was completely blinded by hatred, but during that period of time, she was tortured to death by pain.

She never thought about whether her parents would be sad after she died.

How selfish she was, she didn't even know that after she died, her mother followed her.

She used her steadfastness, the company of youth, abandoned her parents who were looking forward to her return at home, and blindly followed that ambitious man, but what she got in return was her broken family.

Lin Muxue knelt in front of the grave for nearly an hour, and Qingyang Lin Xiao walked back and forth impetuously behind her.

In the dark night, only this small fire was shining, raindrops fell, and suddenly there was a flash of thunder.

Qingyang Lin Xiao couldn't stand her kneeling there any longer, looking distraught, he stepped forward to pull her arm: "It's going to rain, go back."

Lin Muxue shook off his arm, stared at the small mound without blinking, and shouted loudly: "I won't go back, I'll stay for a while, you go back."

"It is going to rain."

"So what if it rains, it will never wash away the filth in my heart."

In the dark night, her desolate voice sounded.

She suddenly leaned over to face the grave and began to kowtow violently, one after another, one after another.

Mom, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was so wrong.

The rain suddenly poured down, the faint candlelight was extinguished instantly, and the dark night that stretched out the hands instantly invaded each other's world.

Qingyang Lin Xiao pulled her up from the ground forcefully, he was afraid that she would disappear in the invisible world.

"Go back." He scolded in a low voice.

Lin Muxue's world finally collapsed, and she threw herself into his arms, crying loudly.

The loneliness, grievance and depression of these years finally vented in his arms.

He hugged her tightly, using his body to shield her from the rain that fell on his body, and stroked her head with his big palm.

"As long as you need me, I will always be your harbor."

Mu Xue, why are you so sad, but still unwilling to tell me?

……

Duan's father came with a tattered umbrella that could hardly block the rain, and a flashlight that could barely see the light.

"The meal is ready, the rain is so heavy, come back soon."

The sound of the rain almost covered Duan's father's voice, but Lin Muxue still saw a dim, rain-wrapped figure in front of him, illuminated by a dim yellow light, the rain slanted, and the thunder burst, making this world strange and exciting. It became desolate.

(End of this chapter)