Chapter 484 Sister Ruqing, long time no see

"Did your father tell you?"

While enjoying Ying Chanxi's lap pillow, Li Luo admired the beautiful scenery in front of him, ate the orange slices handed to him by Yan Zhusheng, and asked Ying Chanxi, "What happened over the weekend?"

"Sweeping the graves?" Ying Chanxi nodded and said, "We're going together this year, right?"

"Yes." Li Luo said, "Uncle Ying came back in time this time, which coincides with our family's tomb-sweeping schedule. Let's go together then. My mother will prepare everything."

"I know." Ying Chanxi responded, then looked at Yan Zhusheng, "Zhusheng, what are your plans for Qingming Festival?"

"Hmm?" Yan Zhusheng tilted his head, then shook his head, "No arrangements."

"Then you should stay at home on Sunday." Li Luo said, "Xixi and I should go back to the countryside to have dinner before coming back."

"Oh, I see." Yan Zhusheng nodded obediently.

Yan Zhusheng's father died very early, and people close to him are more or less aware of this.

But it is not very clear why there is no worship schedule on Qingming Festival.

Li Luo didn't have the habit of asking questions, he just had some guesses in his mind.

Because when Ying Zhicheng revealed the details to him, he mentioned a few things.

First, when Yan Ruqing followed Ying Zhicheng to the city, she severed ties with her family, and it also emphasized that the Yan family was relatively feudal.

Maybe it's some kind of engagement or marriage drama.

After all, Yan Ruqing was a rare female college student at the time. After gaining some experience, she certainly could not accept such a loveless marriage, so she followed Ying Zhicheng to escape.

By analogy, when Yuan Wanqing married Yan Ruqing's younger brother, it might have been a similar situation.

It is difficult to say how much affection there is between a husband and wife.

Not to mention that after her husband died, she was scolded as a jinx by her husband's family, and she gave birth to a daughter, so it was normal that she was not valued.

After thinking this through, Li Luo interrupted Ying Chanxi's questioning and just asked Yan Zhusheng to stay at home obediently. There was no need to say anything else.

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After the Ningshan Hike came to an end, the second-year students of the Affiliated No. 1 Middle School returned to their daily studies.

Some students who don’t exercise regularly and don’t take physical education classes seriously experience muscle soreness that lasts for several days after returning home.

But Li Luo and the other two didn't feel anything, because due to their long-term fitness and running, after a good night's sleep, all the fatigue in their bodies was swept away and it didn't affect their morning run the next day at all.

When the weekend came, Ying Chanxi accompanied Lin Xiuhong, took Li Guohong's car, and went to buy some offerings and other things needed for tomb sweeping.

On Sunday, she followed Li Luo and his family back to Lijia Village.

In the afternoon, Ying Zhicheng also drove over. After picking up the elderly people from the two families, he and Li Guohong drove to the cemetery.

When offering sacrifices to their ancestors, the two families naturally worship separately.

However, the Ying family only moved to Yinjiang District from Grandpa Ying's generation, so there are no ancestors to worship. The main purpose of coming here is to pay homage to Ying Chanxi's deceased grandmother.

As for Li Luo's family, they mainly follow their grandparents to worship their ancestors.

In addition to Li Guohong's family, Li Guoru's family also came and paid homage in front of the Li family's ancestral tablet in turn.

After the ancestor worship was completed, Li Guoru and Li Dao drove to take Li Luo's grandparents home first.

Li Guohong and his family of three came to Ying Zhicheng's side. After they paid their respects to Ying Chanxi's grandmother, they continued to walk to the higher part of the cemetery together.

The cemetery where they are located was just moved two years ago, so this is considered the new location.

Ying Zhicheng specifically chose a high place as the place for Yan Ruqing's tombstone. As the steps got higher, Li Luo also saw the grave of Ying Chanxi's mother.

The weather was very good at this time, with the sun shining brightly and white clouds floating.

Li Luo looked at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar photo on the tombstone and turned to look at Ying Chanxi.

Yan Ruqing was a great beauty when she was young, and Ying Chanxi's facial features now are at least 70% similar to Yan Ruqing's.

Especially the eyebrows and eyes, which are gentle and moving. Although Ying Chanxi is still young, one can still see a very similar look if you look closely.

Li Luo's original memory of Aunt Yan Ruqing was very vague, but thanks to the existence of the memory palace, he can now clearly remember his childhood memories of this aunt.

"I loved running to your house when I was a kid." Li Luo looked at Yan Ruqing's photo and whispered to Ying Chanxi, "Especially when I did something wrong at home and my mother chased me and beat me, I would run to your house and hide behind Aunt Yan."

"You remember all this." Ying Chanxi's memory, which was already a little vague, was outlined again as Li Luo described it, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.

"I still remember that Aunt Yan was very strict in educating you. Sometimes you didn't do well and cried a lot, so Aunt Yan was at a loss as to what to do. Instead, it was my mom who could coax you." Li Luo said with a smile, "At that time, everyone said that we might have picked up the wrong child."

"Yeah, that's true." Hearing Li Luo talking about these past events, Lin Xiuhong couldn't help laughing and gestured with her hands with emotion, "Xixi was so little at that time, so cute. She cried loudly in my arms, and I made her laugh."

"Aunt Lin~" Ying Chanxi blushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed. She pulled Lin Xiuhong's arm and shook it coquettishly, saying, "Don't go into such detail about this kind of thing." At this moment, the atmosphere of tomb-sweeping was not too heavy. After all, the person was gone, and many years had passed. Even if there was any sentimentality, it was mostly when the scene reminded them of the past.

Ying Zhicheng, on the other hand, has been silent since he arrived at the tomb. He quietly took out a rag and wiped the tombstone carefully, even the surface in front of it.

After cleaning, he spread newspapers on the table, carefully arranged the offerings, and lit three incense sticks and two candles at the front.

Three generations of the Ying family came to the tomb one after another to pay their respects, and then Li Luo's family also came forward to pay their respects.

Looking at the black-and-white photo of Yan Ruqing on the tombstone, Li Luo silently raised the three incense sticks handed to him by Ying Chanxi, worshiped towards the tombstone, and then stepped aside.

Grandpa Ying is old and his legs and feet are not very good, so after he finished his worship, he sat on the steps nearby to rest.

Li Luo and others also followed and left the space in front of the tombstone for Ying Zhicheng and his daughter.

The two people talked for a while in front of the tomb, and roughly explained the recent situation of the past year.

After a while, Ying Chanxi came over from that side and squatted down to rest where Li Luo and the others were, leaving Ying Zhicheng alone in front of the tomb.

Perhaps something he said made Ying Chanxi feel sentimental. After he returned to Li Luo and squatted down, his expression looked a little depressed.

Li Luo also squatted down, raised his hand and touched her head. He didn't say anything, just stayed with her quietly.

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But Ying Chanxi turned his head, looked at Li Luo, and whispered: "I just talked about you with my mother."

"What did you say about me?" Li Luo smiled. "Did you tell Auntie that I'm in the top ten in my grade and will soon surpass you?"

"Humph." Ying Chanxi rolled her eyes at him. "You were said to be in the top ten in your grade, but it's still a long way to go before you surpass me."

"And I told you last year that your grades were getting better."

"My mom said that she has been optimistic about you for a long time, so it's not surprising that you have achieved this result."

Li Luo didn't ask her how she knew what Yan Ruqing said, but just continued the conversation: "What else did Auntie say?"

"I even told mom about secretly filming a music video with you." Ying Chanxi muttered softly, "But I only said it was about filming a music video, and dad couldn't hear anything else."

"Didn't you say before that after a person dies, they will turn into stars in the sky and always watch over their family members?"

"So I think mom should understand what I mean."

"Then she told me to trust my own judgment and vision, not to hesitate or linger, and to just move forward according to my inner thoughts."

"Just like when she first came to town with her father."

As he spoke of this, Ying Chanxi's face became redder and redder, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Li Luo glanced at Lin Xiuhong and the others beside him, and seeing that they were not paying attention to this side, he quietly reached out and held Ying Chanxi's hand tightly.

Feeling the strength of Li Luo's warm big hand, Ying Chanxi's heart gradually calmed down. Without Li Luo saying anything more, the corners of his mouth were already slightly raised, and he also held Li Luo's hand tightly.

After two sticks of incense had passed, Ying Zhicheng lit the third stick. When this stick of incense was burned out, it was time for them to leave.

Ying Chanxi looked at Ying Zhicheng, who had been squatting in front of the tombstone, with a dazed look in his eyes, and subconsciously said, "Dad had a very deep affection for Mom, why did Mom leave?"

When Li Luo heard this, he turned his head to look at Ying Chanxi, and saw that she was pursing her lips. He then looked at Ying Zhicheng in front of the tombstone. He didn't know whether Ying Zhicheng had mentioned Yuan Wanqing to Yan Ruqing.

Maybe he did say it, but he definitely didn't say it in front of Ying Chanxi.

So Li Luo pondered for a moment and wanted to say something, but after looking at Yan Ruqing's tombstone, he finally shut up.

He should not worry too much about this kind of thing.

When Ying Zhicheng reveals his true colors, if Ying Chanxi is in a bad mood, it won’t be too late to comfort and mediate.

After three incense sticks were over, Ying Zhicheng finished burning the paper money next to him. After making sure that they were all extinguished, he stood up from the ground, whispered something to the tombstone, then turned and came to Ying Chanxi.

"Let's go, go back."

"Yeah." Ying Chanxi nodded, turned his head to look at the black and white photo on the tombstone, and said softly, "Goodbye, Mom."

In the evening, the two families returned to the countryside and had dinner. Li Luo and Ying Chanxi followed Li Guohong and took a car back to Bihai Lanting.

On the other hand, Ying Zhicheng drove away alone under the pretext of going back to the company. After returning to the city to pick up Yuan Wanqing, he went to the cemetery again.

This time, only Ying Zhicheng and Yuan Wanqing stood in front of Yan Ruqing's tombstone.

"Sister Ruqing, long time no see." Yuan Wanqing squatted in front of the tombstone. She appeared to be a big star with a queen-like demeanor to outsiders, but at this moment, she hugged her knees, looking like a little sister who needed care, revealing an exceptionally vulnerable side.

She spoke softly, telling many things, recalling the turning point of her fate when she went to Yan Ruqing, which completely changed the life of a rural girl in another direction.

"Do you want to visit Yan Haiyang's tomb?" After Yuan Wanqing finished speaking, Ying Zhicheng was silent for a while and then asked.

Yuan Wanqing was stunned for a moment, and all kinds of not-so-good memories suddenly emerged in her mind. She immediately shook her head and said, "Forget it, it's all in the past. There's no need for that."

(End of this chapter)