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Although Lin Yuan was very motivated, unfortunately her ability did not match her determination. After wandering around the kitchen, she found that she did not know how to cook many ingredients. It was very challenging to make a table of more than a dozen dishes. Lin Yuan I had to use my mobile phone to search for tutorials online.

"A Yuan, if it doesn't work, let's just make a few dishes and try to make it feel better." Mrs. Meng saw Lin Yuan writing and drawing with a pen, and she was a little worried that she was too serious.

"Grandma, don't worry, I will definitely be able to cook a table of rice for you." Lin Yuan had no intention of giving in, and assured Mrs. Meng: "I also plan to make dumplings for you."

"Ah Yuan, if you have this kind of filial piety, grandma will be satisfied. I'm afraid you'll hurt yourself if you take it too seriously." Old Mrs. Meng watched several cooking videos with Lin Yuan. She was worried that Lin Yuan was not familiar with cooking. You'll burn yourself.

"Grandma, let's celebrate the New Year tomorrow. Let me practice it today."

Mrs. Meng originally planned to celebrate the New Year tomorrow, so she immediately agreed: "Okay, okay, then we will just go see A Yu's mother after lunch."

Hearing Mrs. Meng mention Meng Jiayan, Lin Yuan's note-taking hand immediately stopped, and she suddenly looked up at Mrs. Meng.

Old Mrs. Meng looked fine, and there was not too much sadness on her face. She explained to Lin Yuan: "A Yuan, the customs may be different from those in your hometown. Our family will go there every Chinese New Year to visit the deceased." relatives, and tell them about their experiences and life this year.”

"Should we bring something there?" Lin Yuan thought that she would bring some sacrifices to the cemetery during the Qingming Festival, so she asked.

"No, the sacrifices are all fake, and she can't eat or get them. When we go to see her, we are actually just looking for psychological sustenance for ourselves." Old Mrs. Meng has already seen all this clearly at her age. through.

"Grandma." Lin Yuan called Old Mrs. Meng worriedly, then supported her and tried to give her some comfort.

"Don't worry, grandma, I'm fine. It's been so many years." Old Mrs. Meng also smiled at Lin Yuan, "Let's go find A Yu and see what time is more suitable."

Lin Yuan helped Old Mrs. Meng out of the kitchen.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, two cars left the Meng family and went to Tao'an Cemetery. Most of the Meng family's previous ancestors and relatives were buried here, and Meng Jiayan was no exception.

Tao'an Cemetery was built on a piece of geomantic treasure land halfway up the mountain. The car drove to the entrance of the cemetery and stopped. The tombkeepers at the entrance knew the two elders of the Meng family and Jing Yu, so I opened the door and let them in.

The two elders of the Meng family walked in the front, supported by Jing Yu. Lin Yuan held a bouquet of irises in her left hand, which was Meng Jiayan's favorite flower during her lifetime. She held Jing Zhiyu in her right hand. Before going out, she specially gave it to herself and Jing Zhiyu. Changed into black clothes.

We walked up the stairs for about ten minutes. During this period, everyone was quiet. Even Jing Zhiyu seemed to be able to feel the solemn mood. No one said anything. He turned around a bush and came to Meng Jiayan's house. In front of the tomb.

The entire mausoleum is made of white marble. It is very spacious and the surrounding area is very clean. The dates of Meng Jiayan's birth and death are printed on the stone tablet, as well as photos of her when she was young.

Meng Jiayan has a soft appearance and a gentle temperament. She has a sweet smile in the photo. Jing Yu reached out to wipe the dust on the photo and bowed deeply. Lin Yuan and Jing Zhiyu also followed suit.

Even though so many years have passed, Lin Yuan can still feel the sadness pervading Jing Yu and the two elders of the Meng family. The pain of losing a mother and losing a daughter are scars that they will never be able to erase for the rest of their lives.

Lin Yuan gently placed the iris in front of the tombstone. She said nothing, not wanting to disturb the second elder of the Meng family and Jing Yu from digesting their emotions.

It seemed that even the weather could feel the pain. The sky that was still sunny when I went out began to become cloudy. After a while, Old Mrs. Meng spoke to the tombstone: "Hey, mom and dad are here again." Here to see you, as well as your son Ayu and grandson Xiaoyu, there is someone you have never met this year, your daughter-in-law Ayuan."

This was not the first time Jing Zhiyu came here. Although he was very young before, he still had some impressions. He whispered to the tombstone and shouted: "Grandma, Xiaoyu is here to see you."

When Lin Yuan heard Mrs. Meng introducing herself to Meng Jiayan, she stood a little closer, then bowed to the tombstone again and said, "Mom, my name is Lin Yuan. This is my first time coming to see you." Because Lin Yuan Yuan herself had no chance to call out the word mother, so she felt a little strange when she called her mother to Meng Jiayan on the tombstone.

Old Mrs. Meng kept talking in a low voice, as if she was chatting with the living Meng Jiayan. She recounted everything that happened in her life in detail, and finally said in a choked tone: "Don't worry, Yanyan. , Mom and Dad are fine, they just miss you."

Hearing Mrs. Meng's words, Lin Yuan's eyes became wet for a moment.

Mr. Meng and Jing Yu never spoke, they just stared at Meng Jiayan's photo, especially Jing Yu. Even the expression on his face didn't seem to change much, but Lin Yuan knew that he was very sad and sad at this time. Fragile.

"A Yuan, please stay here with A Yu for a while. Grandpa and I will take Xiao Yu back first."

Just like a ceremony, Mrs. Meng finished talking about her life this year, then touched the photo on the tombstone, and then she and Mr. Meng supported each other and prepared to leave.

After the two elders of the Meng family and Jing Zhiyu left, Lin Yuan walked to Jing Yu and gently held his hand, "A Yu, do you miss your mother very much?"

"I used to miss it so much when I was a kid. I stayed up all night crying for my mother. But when I grew up, I stopped thinking about it because I had accepted the fact that she was gone." Jing Yu spoke in a calm tone, "But every time I come here, I always think about those days with her."

"Actually, it's good to be able to remember those days. Doesn't it say in the book that when a person really leaves, no one in this world remembers him anymore, so as long as you always remember her, your mother will never leave you." Lin Yuan wanted to comfort you. Jing Yu, so he said in a deliberately light tone: "Not only will you remember it in the future, I will also remember it with you forever."

"A Yuan, thank you." Maybe there is someone standing beside you and sharing the pain with you. Jing Yu feels that he is not as uncomfortable as before when he came here.

"Mom, don't worry. I will take good care of Jing Yu and your grandparents in the future. You should also take care of yourself in the other world." Lin Yuan imitated Old Mrs. Meng's way of talking to Meng Jiayan's photos.

"Mom, I found someone I can accept spending my whole life with. She loves me very much, and I love her very much. We started our own family together. Compared with you, my son seems to be luckier. Mom, don't worry. Well, I won’t be like that person, I will always be loyal to my lover.”

Jing Yu's expression was firm when he spoke. He and Lin Yuan clasped their fingers together, and then raised their hands as if to give Meng Jiayan a look.

Lin Yuan looked at Jing Yu's profile, and when she heard him say that he would always be loyal to her, she felt an untimely touch in her heart.

The two stood in front of Meng Jiayan's tomb for a while. Jing Yu suddenly touched Lin Yuan's face, "Why is it so cold? Do you feel cold?"

The wind on the mountain was stronger than down the mountain, and the temperature was also lower. Lin Yuan did feel a little cold, so she nodded honestly and said, "It's a little cold, but I can still bear it for a while."

"Why carry it for a while? Let's go back if it's cold." Jing Yu smiled and helped Lin Yuan put the hat tighter, and then put her hand into his pocket.

"Don't you still want to talk to mom? We can stay for a while."

"We can talk about it next time, but my mother's daughter-in-law will freeze to death. She will come to me in her dreams at night." Jing Yu made a small joke.

The weather became gloomier. Jing Yu glanced at the sky, and then said to Meng Jiayan's tombstone: "Mom, next time A Yuan and I come to see you, it's going to snow, and I have to take your daughter-in-law back quickly."

Lin Yuan and Jing Yu finally bowed to the tombstone and left together.