Even as a "normie," I'm completely oblivious to it.

Standing before the deceased, she understood even more clearly... Regardless of the hardships she had endured in her life, being alive is a blessing in itself.

Compared to Aunt Xiaota, the woman who once contemplated suicide was worlds apart in her attitude towards life.

"Brother Yuzhe...we need to go to the hospital for a check-up every year from now on, okay? We both need to be...healthy."

"Hey! Yun'er? Sigh... why are you suddenly crying? Sigh, you child..."

Before Zixiao could finish comforting Yuzhe, he quickly wiped away Yun'er's tears with the back of his hand.

There's nothing we can do about it... When it comes to the topic of life and death, Yun'er, who has faced death countless times, is the one who feels it most deeply.

She was empathizing with him.

Don't worry... Compared to Aunt Xiaota, we are undoubtedly lucky.

And Aunt Ta is no longer suffering from injuries.

Just like this bright sunny day, there are no more dark clouds.

Yu Zhe turned his head slightly to signal to everyone

Come closer.

Yang Qiuyun had already placed the bouquet next to the tombstone. She squatted there and talked for a while before turning around and walking back.

Everyone gathered around Yu Zhe, and from this angle, they could all see that Aunt Qiu Yun's eyes were red.

But she still smiled dismissively and beckoned everyone over.

Aunt Qiuyun... if you want to cry, then you don't need to worry about us...

Yu Zhe started, and the girls immediately followed.

Yang Qiuyun turned around on the spot, her tone filled with an unimaginable tenderness.

"Carlotta, you're a lucky girl. Look who I brought for you today! Hehe... It's not just Yu Zhe and Yu Che who came to see you, but also these girls, all of whom are Yu Zhe's girlfriends. How about that? Pretty impressive, right? Hmm... Everyone's doing well, so you can rest assured."

Towards the end, his voice choked with emotion.

So she stopped talking.

After saying that, she turned around and gave him some instructions.

"Everyone, say a few words to Xiaota... Although you've never met her, she looks... well, about the same as me~ If you want to say something to her, just think it in your heart."

it is good.

The only way to communicate with the deceased is in your heart.

Everyone closed their eyes, bowed their heads silently, and expressed their reverence for the small tower in their hearts.

Your life has been hard...

Humans, in their journey through this world, are but a drop in the ocean in the grand scheme of the universe, yet in terms of depth and breadth, they are boundless.

Aunt Carlotta, who fought against fate and overcame its will, is a role model.

Little Lychee was afraid that Auntie Little Tower wouldn't hear her praise, so she anxiously placed both hands on her left chest, hoping that her heartbeat could convey more of her words to her.

Little Lychee...this isn't a Wi-Fi signal, is it?

The mourning will not last long.

Words need not be many; as long as everyone's sentiments are conveyed, that is enough.

Originally, placing Aunt Xiaota's favorite apples there as offerings would have been the end of the mourning.

But... there will be an extra step today.

Yang Qiuyun turned her head meaningfully and looked at Yu Che, who was standing to the side with a slightly solemn expression.

Yu Che understood what she meant.

Her purpose in coming here today was for this moment.

Yu Che came out, but instead of going directly to the grave, she walked up to Yu Zhe and reached out her small hand to him.

"Brother, come with me... okay?"

"Do you even need to tell me that?"

Yu Zhe held her small hand with his left hand and gently poked her forehead with his other hand.

Yu Che's expression immediately softened considerably.

The two walked hand in hand past Yang Qiuyun's spot and stood directly in front of the small mound and the tombstone.

Yang Qiuyun stepped aside for the time being. (Monthly fee group 694936135)

Before she stepped back, she nodded to both of them as a sign of encouragement.

Yu Che held Yu Zhe's hand tightly.

The wind gently swayed her skirt, and her silver hair overlapped with Yu Zhe's silver hair, swaying in the same direction.

I stood there for a long time, or perhaps not so long.

Yu Che spoke.

Light and agile.

“Auntie Xiaota.” She stretched out her other hand, feeling the direction of the wind. “I… although I’ve never met you, and only recently learned about your deeds. But… I want to tell you.”

"You are our pride."

call...

The wind suddenly picked up.

After only a moment, things returned to calm.

A lifetime of injuries and illnesses, yet a slight victory over fate—whether it brings joy or sorrow, there's no need for further comment.

The pride in our hearts... will never be extinguished; it will forever inspire us to face all the ups and downs in life.

When the wind calmed down, Yu Che softly uttered this name.

"Mother."

The wind seemed to have calmed down.

Simultaneously.

As Yu Zhe released her hand.

Yu Che slowly bent his knees and knelt before the grave.

She slowly leaned forward until her forehead touched the grass.

With heartfelt gratitude, I kowtowed to this "mother" I had never met before.

I'm late...

But I still hope that your wish can be fulfilled.

The wind sways and sways...

Like a pair of gentle hands, brushing across Yu Che's head.

The whistling wind sounded like the gentle advice of a mother who longs for the world and cares for her children.

—Child...get up quickly.

The moment Yu Che opened his eyes after kowtowing, his heart trembled.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Yu Zhe's forehead was also touching the ground, and he had done the same thing as her.

Yu Che slowly rose from his kneeling position.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Yu Zhe.

Her voice was so sweet and childlike.

"Brother... Waaah, you..."

“Aren’t we always together?” Yu Zhe also got up, knelt down beside his angel, hugged her, and patted her head. “As long as we’re together… we can do anything, so… Aunt Xiaota will be at ease in heaven.”

"Um...!"

50. Line of sight?

After the memorial service, everyone placed an apple they had brought neatly in front of Aunt Xiaota's grave.

Neatly arranged, but all cut into small pieces.

Yu Zhe initially thought this was some kind of local tradition, a ritualistic practice.

As everyone was leaving, he asked this question, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Yang Qiuyun's answer was that there was no such tradition; cutting apples open to eat was just a habit Xiaota had during his lifetime.

"Her illness is that she's afraid of pain. She likes to eat apples, but if a whole apple is held to her mouth and she tries to bite into it, she says it will hurt her lips and teeth."

Knowing this, Alyssa and I would always cut the apples into small pieces for her, making it much easier for her to eat.

"That's how it is..."

Sometimes, paying respects to the deceased is not a custom, but simply an echo of the deceased's habits during their lifetime.

But this habit... sounds somewhat sad.

Yu Zhe walked shoulder to shoulder with everyone on the return journey through the fields, looking up at the distant sky.

Here's a small suggestion.

"Mom, every year when we come to pay respects to Aunt Xiaota, can we cut the apples we bring in half and leave one half intact before placing it there?"

"Why?" Yang Qiuyun smiled, knowing that Yu Zhe must have thought of something again. "Can I hear the reason?"

"Because there is no pain in heaven, Aunt Ta has become an angel."

"..."

Yang Qiuyun was taken aback upon hearing this.

But soon, she burst out laughing!

"Hahaha, Yuzhe! You really are a genius! I know, I know! From now on, let's prepare more whole apples, otherwise Xiaota will definitely complain to me, saying that she has bad teeth, hahaha!"