The Sweet Love - C207
But because the little girl she mentioned was so much older than Wang Fangyuan, whom we knew, we couldn’t be sure whether she was her, but there was still hope for us. After all, she was still a good girl.
That auntie took the phone and carefully looked at it, saying, “That’s right, it’s her! I remember clearly, that little girl is really pretty. Your friend is practically a replica of that little girl! ”
The aunt helped us, and she seemed very happy, so she waved us off and went back to her house, where Redcloud and I stood just outside the door, looking at the house.
The red cloud watched very attentively. As she watched, her eyes suddenly turned red.
I heard her mutter to herself, “I wonder if Wang Fangyuan’s spirit in heaven will be able to see her hometown after I make this trip.”
Indeed, Hong Yun did not care about what she said, but she was still worried about Wang Fangyuan. But I think, Wang Fangyuan will definitely be able to see it. The human soul would always go to the place she most relied on and missed the most. This hometown must be the place where her final soul lived.
After we stood for a while, we left this place, and now that Wang Fangyuan’s house was already sold, we didn’t know where to bury her, so we continued to walk aimlessly on the streets. But after walking for a short while, we arrived at the back of the town where there was a mountain.
Red Cloud and I looked at each other and saw a glimmer in each other’s eyes, so we quickened our pace towards the mountain. When we got closer, we realized that the mountain was also unexplored.
I know the parasol tree, absent-mindedly, in my buried deep memories, my hometown also seems to plant a lot of parasol trees, in the spring, the parasol flowers open the entire crown of the tree. The flowers were pink and purple, floating and beautiful like clouds, blooming in patches and withering in patches. He came and went in a hurry.
However, it was already autumn and winter. The leaves of the wutong tree were almost all gone, leaving only the bare branches here. It was clearly a desolate sight.
Red Cloud turned her head and looked at me. “What do you think about us burying Wang Fangyuan and her mother here?”
Actually, I feel that this suggestion is pretty good. After all, no matter what, it is considered as returning to the ground and returning to its roots.
Thus, the two of us went to buy some tools. As we dug the soil, we did not speak anymore. We stayed quiet until we buried the two of them together. Then, we looked at the mound of earth and let out a sigh of relief.
This feeling could not be described with words. When I saw the leaves on the ground being blown up by the wind, when I saw the original