Cinnabar Mole - Chapter 78 Qingming Festival 2

It started raining in the middle of the night; Qingming Festival in Changcheng is always like this, damp and humid.
Zhou Yushi, holding an umbrella and cinnabar, walked along the stone steps toward the depths of the cemetery.
The cemetery was far from quiet today; the noise of children, faint cries, and chaotic worship were all mixed together.
Xie Ling's tombstone is halfway up the mountain, and you can see from a distance that something seems to be placed in front of it.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that the offerings were made of fresh flowers. Zhu Sha squatted down to observe them and realized that these offerings came from two different people and had probably been there for some time, but not for very long.
Looking at the offerings, Zhou Yushi remembered that Zhu Sha's mother and family seemed to have severed ties.
Zhu Sha wondered in her heart about the origin of the flowers. She had no family; her only relative was herself. She had no friends, at least not to the extent that Zhu Sha knew of any. If anyone cared about her, they would have come to visit her during the year or so that she had been lying there.
Her tombstone was very clean; there wasn't a speck of dust in the lines of her name engraved on it. It wasn't washed away by rain; someone had cleaned it specially.
She probably knew who it was, or rather, who was with whom.
Zhu Sha put down the flowers and offerings. She stroked the photo of Xie Ling on the tombstone. She was probably thirty years old at the time. She was expressionless in the photo, far from the unrestrained and flamboyant one she had seen in the photo in the G University History Museum.
Thinking that perhaps he could try cinnabar, he straightened up.
Zhou Yushi paid his respects to Xie Ling and then stood with Zhu Sha.
Zhu Sha's mind was actually blank. She didn't know what to say. She and her mother had hardly ever talked. She had never told her about the big or small things that happened every day. She and her mother had never been intimate.
She once tried to talk to her at her bedside to stimulate her brain activity.
But looking back on the past year, there was so much to say, yet so little to say. She was never comfortable opening up to her mother, not even in her mind.
Holding an umbrella, Jiang Shen walked up the steps one by one.
He has been here several times in the past year.
In the beginning, filled with immense anguish and remorse, he stood before Xie Ling's tombstone, thinking, "The cinnabar will come eventually, it will definitely come."
Every time he comes, he takes away the bouquets he left there last time and replaces them with new ones.
There was another person delivering it, and he knew it was Jiang Cheng.
After a year of waiting, the cinnabar still hadn't arrived.
She went somewhere.
Later, he lost that strong obsession and simply came to sweep Xie Ling's grave.
He was the one who prevented the woman lying here from seeing her only daughter in her final moments.
Zhu Sha has gone far away and her whereabouts are unknown. There are only his and Jiang Cheng's bouquets here, and no one else has appeared. Therefore, no one pays respects to her anymore.
So he came.
Perhaps deep down he still harbors a fantasy, a fantasy that one day he will see Zhu Sha standing at the end of that road.
What is he going to say?
He walked along this road for a year, but ultimately couldn't think of anything to say.

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