Now, when she was asked, Ye Jian’s expression became a little stiff, but she had good control in her psychology, so she concealed the strangeness in an instant and smiled lightly, “The family who adopted me before took the pension left by my mother and left. The family is not here anymore, so, Dad, you don’t have to thank them.”
She didn’t want to tell Father Fu about the things that happened before she was fourteen. If she could hide it…she wanted to hide it forever.
In fact, it was a bit unrealistic because Father Fu could find out these things with some investigation. Ye Jian had to tell him the truth sooner or later. But… looking up at the high mountain where her mother was buried, the mountain was tall, like a guard… She wanted to wait at least until they visited her mother and until her father’s mood calmed down before telling him.
One step at a time. There must always be a buffer. She couldn’t throw everything at him at once.
Although she was quick to conceal her strangeness, Father Fu could still see a trace of it, and his heart throbbed fiercely.
His daughter was avoiding those past events again. Her past must have been too bitter and hard, and she didn’t want to say it to make him sad, just like her mother’s affair. She had been so careful to hide her sadness for fear that he would be sad.
Deep down in his heart, Father Fu still consciously blamed himself for owing Ye Jian too much as if there was a boulder on his chest, so heavy that he couldn’t breathe. His daughter was too sensible. She was so good that he, as her father, had to be taken care of by her…
The short-breathed Father Fu suppressed his tumbling emotions, took a deep breath, and cooperated with Ye Jian to pretend as if nothing happened. He smiled softly, “That’s a shame.”
Father Fu didn’t expect that the family, who adopted Ye Jian, actually tortured his daughter in various ways and had almost caused her to die several times.
He didn’t know that that family was also the murderer of his wife, the people who were involved in separating him from his favorite person.
Martyrs Sun Xueqing tombstone was just a few steps in front of them. Because the tomb-sweeping festival had just passed, there were still withered wreaths in front of the tombs. The festival was a ceremony organized by the Yunnan Province Army to commemorate the sacrificed martyrs every year.
Ye Jian pointed in the direction of her mother’s tombstone and gently said to Father Fu, “Dad, the tombstone to the left in front, the second one in the second row… is where mother was buried.”
After she finished speaking, Father Fu’s eyes swept in the direction.
It was early in the morning, and there were still light mists lingering on the mountains in Martyrs Park. The sun fell softly through the mist, shining exceptionally on the red five-pointed stars in front of the rows of tombstones, and Father Fu’s eyes fell through the mist to the resting place of his deceased wife.
“Hong Mei…”
He murmured softly. Ye Jian saw him staggering forward step by step. He hadn’t seen his wife, but his soul was already torn apart.
The greatest sadness was not death, but the death of a heart, the heart that was drowned in tears that couldn’t flow out.
The heart was dead; how could there be tears?
Her mother was gone; how could there be tears?
After more than 20 years, Fu Yusheng finally saw his one and only beloved woman in his life.
He staggered several times as if he was about to fall. Ye Jian, who was holding the bouquet of carnations in her hand, chased after him and supported her father’s arm with one hand, “Dad… slow down, be careful.”
He was breathing with difficulty; it was obvious that he was crying.
“Don’t worry, dear, it’s okay; I can walk over to see your mother by myself.” This time, Father Fu firmly withdrew his hand. He wanted to walk to his wife, to see his wife by himself. Even if he fell, he would crawl to see his wife.
