President uncle, don't come close

"Hey, where's Ling Moqin? Professor he came to her as if there was something wrong with the topic of her thesis. "

Lin Xiaoxian just came back from the school canteen and found that Ling Moqin was neither eating nor in the dormitory. He felt a little strange, so he asked another roommate who stayed in the dormitory.

"I don't know. She seems to have gone out early in the morning."

Because Ling Moqin is not good at spitting bitter water with the people around her, she is a ghost horse and optimistic existence in everyone's eyes.

Except for Qin Mingzheng, probably no one knows that today's Ling Moqin will not appear in the dormitory or stay at home.

Because today is the death day of Ling Moqin's biological mother. Every year today, she will play missing, turn off her mobile phone, disappear from everyone's sight, don't let others accompany her, and stay alone all day.

Qin Mingzheng remembered this day. Every time she wanted to take the initiative to accompany her, she was rejected by her. She said she was very good. She just wanted to spend a day with her parents.

Ling Moqin was very calm at the beginning. She didn't even think that today was different from the past days. Wearing headphones, I took a car for two hours to the suburbs. At the moment of getting off, she suddenly felt that life was like a journey. During the journey, she would meet all kinds of people, but at every station, someone would leave her.

Her favorite family got off the bus at the last station and left her alone on the road in the world.

On this day of every year, her heart will be very heavy. When she walks, it's like her feet are filled with lead. Every step is a weight she can't bear.

Holding a bunch of daisies in his hand, he was wearing a black dress and tied his hair into the simplest horsetail. Ling Moqin's headphones played the song "home" repeatedly, and the whole person's head went blank to the cemetery not far away.

The weather was surprisingly good. The sun lazily sprinkled on Ling Moqin, but she couldn't feel its heat and warmth. The trees on both sides of the road seem to have grown up again. The leaves directly exposed by the sun gently swayed and danced, making a strong contrast with the gray mood.

"Coming."

The man guarding the tomb is still the uncle. He already remembers the little girl who comes every year. She often came alone. From crying in the past to now, her expression can come quietly. Uncle almost watched Ling Moqin grow up.

"Uncle, long time no see."

Ling Moqin smiled and looked at the tomb keeper who greeted him. Sometimes she thought, will he be lonely here all the year round?

After saying hello, Ling Moqin took the daisy he brought and went straight to her parents' grave.

It seems that several new graves have been added around, and the red roses and drinks put down by the visitors are still there. Ling Moqin gently put down the bouquet, which was her mother's favorite flower. Before there was a rift in their marriage, regardless of economic conditions, my father would bring a bunch of fresh daisies home every two days, and then my mother would hum songs and seriously insert them in the vase.

At that time, Ling Moqin even felt that the bottle of Daisy was almost the most beautiful scenery in the family.

"Mom and Dad, I'm coming."

Ling Moqin touched the name engraved on the stone tablet with his hand, and stretched out his hand to pull out several new grass growing by the grave this year. She thought that when she came next time, she would bring some Daisy seedlings and turn a small piece of land here into a small garden that her mother likes.

Ten years later, she has already grown into an adult. Although she will not be unable to control her crying as soon as she comes, she misses her parents more and more year by year. It seems that they have never left but separated from her.

Sitting in front of the grave, Ling Moqin began to chat with her parents... About her family, her grandmother, and her experiences in the past year

Sheng Huaizhe is wearing a black windbreaker and a pair of sunglasses today. People can't see his expression and mood. He drove to the cemetery in the suburbs. He stood at the door and didn't go in.

"Son, don't you go in and have a look? Now that they are here. "

Still the tomb keeper, he also remembered the handsome young man in front of him. He comes almost every year, but every time he just wanders around and doesn't go in.

I thought he was just wandering this year, but today he brought gifts and bouquets. Should he want to go in?!

"Thank you."

Sheng Huaizhe took off his sunglasses and the sun suddenly became dazzling. Yes, now that you have come, go and have a look!

Sheng Huaizhe never thought he would come to see her. After all, she has been away for so many years, and she has hardly lived with him.

But in his heart, there was always a trace of unclear emotion pulling him. Finally, he came here as in the past five years.

Five years have passed. As the uncle guarding the tomb said, since you come, go in. It seems that many things have been diluted in the long river of time. People are gone. What else can't be forgiven?

On the tombstone is engraved a name that Sheng Huaizhe has kept in mind in recent years, Zhang Wenzhi. He reached out and touched the name. Then he looked at the picture on the tombstone, the picture of a very young woman. At the moment, he was smiling at him beautifully and generously.

"If you go back to the past, will you still choose to leave me?"

This has always been the pain in Sheng Huaizhe's heart. Although another woman has been giving him maternal love for so many years, he always feels that it is different. Every time, he envies other people's mothers. He can accompany his children to grow up, send them to kindergartens, take them to eat the junk food they want or amusement parks, and accompany him at every node of his growth.

Now that it had been so many years, he thought he had opened his eyes. When he knew that she had already left, he thought he would let go of the things he had been worried about for so long for so many years, but he never thought about them. These have always been regrets in his heart.

"I will come to see you every year in the future. Take care."

Sheng Huaizhe put the flowers down, then put on sunglasses without hesitation and turned away. Some things, maybe it's time to put them down.

Walking in the quiet and deep cemetery, Sheng Huaizhe felt that the air here was almost static. It's not the Double Ninth Festival or any other memorial day. He's probably the only one in the cemetery

Suddenly, a sad sob came to Sheng Huaizhe's ear. Is there really anyone else?

Sheng Huaizhe slowed down and made sure that what he heard was really crying.

She cried so sad that she must be a close relative sleeping here?! Shaking his head, Sheng Huaizhe suddenly felt a little bored. He wanted to leave here quickly, but suddenly found that the voice was a little familia