Chapter 611
The meal, which was scheduled for the weekend, was leaving, and I had spoken to Four Seasons in advance, so she was prepared, but it was still inevitably difficult.
The always rowdy girl suddenly became sensible and slipped Mo Bai her New Year’s money and her favourite things, saying in a soft voice, “Mum said that none of these things are good for us to take with us, so you keep them for me and I’ll come back to you later to get them.”
Mo Bai has always been silent, and at this moment he was even more silent, looking up at me and saying, “Auntie Shen, when will you and the Four Seasons come back?”
I couldn’t answer this question for a while, so I thought about it and said, “Occasionally, we come back for the New Year and the holidays.”
When he heard we were coming back, a rare smile appeared, “Then Dad and I will wait for you in Huai’an for the Mid-Autumn Festival.”
I had almost forgotten that it would soon be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and with a slight flicker, I nodded, “Okay, the Four Seasons and I will be back when the Mid-Autumn Festival is over.”
Hearing such an answer, both children were in a much better mood.
Zhang Nan didn’t say much, and was silent for a long time before he looked at me and said, “Do you plan to go to the capital?”
I shook my head, “Probably not for a while.”
I had never taken her back to Jiangcheng before when the four seasons were small, but now that she is a little older, I would like to take her to Jiangcheng to see Muzi for so many years, and I have never spoken to her about it.
After making my goodbyes and returning from dinner, Four Seasons kept hugging me, a little melancholy, and I knew that she couldn’t let go of the place.
I put her to bed before I called Fu Shenyan.
The call was answered and his voice was low and magnetic, “I just took out my mobile phone to call you and you called, we have a heart to heart.”
I smiled, looked out the window at the bright moon hanging high in the sky and said, “I quit my job at the hotel.”
He didn’t seem surprised and spoke shallowly, “Well, with your knowledge and vision, staying in a hotel would be a mistake.”
I smiled, was that a compliment?
“Where do you plan to go?” He spoke, his voice warm.
“Haven’t thought about it yet!” Now I was thinking carefully about the future of the Four Seasons, Huai’an was good for everything, but it didn’t seem that ideal for the Four Seasons’ future, she could have a better future and I had to be thoughtful for her.
“Wherever you go, I will support you. Don’t forget, Four Seasons is my daughter too.” He spoke, his tone light and warm with a few moments of silence.
I was lost in thought for a few seconds and nodded, “Yes!”
It was ideal compared to the way we used to get along, he didn’t force me to go there and stay there, he just patiently left me advice and guided me, and to be honest, I liked that way of getting along.
I hung up the phone and booked my ticket to Jiangcheng. Huai’an has no airport and you have to take an hour and a half car ride to get to the city for a bus.
In September, I arrived in Jiangcheng, the first time the Four Seasons had been here, and just as she got off the plane she looked around and said with some excitement, “Mum, it’s huge here.”
I smiled lightly and took her to the Cloud Copper flat. When I left that year, I bought a house and left a Muzi house for the Four Seasons.
I had the keys and there were still pictures of Four Seasons and me in the flat. Four Seasons was excited and went around the house, saw the picture above the bed in the bedroom and ran to me with a hug and asked, “Mummy, who is this auntie you’re having your picture taken with?”
Her face was so innocent and sweet and full of doubt that my heart ached a little as I took the frame from her hand and looked at the picture of us, smiling and happy.
This picture was taken the year we graduated from university, and Muzi was already working in a bar that year.
I had saved money and dragged me to the photo studio to take this picture, she said, always give time to leave some memories, otherwise later when I am old, I will forget what I looked like when I was young.
Yes!
Always leave some memories to time, otherwise you will forget who you once were.
Chapter 612
“Mummy, why are you crying?” Four Seasons spoke, her voice soft and sticky, and I knelt down and hugged her, hard as I could.
“Four Seasons, tomorrow I’ll take you to watch this aunt, okay?” I hadn’t been here for four years, and I wondered if she was okay.
Four Seasons nodded, looked at the photo of Kimiko, nodded, and raised her hand to wipe my tears for me, “Yes!”
Wrapping my arms around her, I squeezed my emotions, “Four Seasons, this auntie is the most important person to mum and to you, can you promise mum that you won’t call her auntie in future, but mum too, please?”
She was puzzled, “Why? Mo Bai said there can only be one mum and one dad, and if I call someone else mum, what will I call you?”
“Four Seasons, we are all different, you and Mo Bai are different too, you are a girl, he is a boy, he only has one mum, but you have two mums, this aunty is the most important person to mum, her name is Muzi, you must remember that, okay?”
There was no way I could tell Four Seasons that I hadn’t given birth to her, but I didn’t want her to have no memory of Kimiko either, she didn’t have much memory until she was four, but after that she could remember all about Kimiko.
She seemed a little confused, but looked at me seriously and thought for a moment, but nodded, “Okay, then mum I’ll do as you say, from now on call this aunty Muzi’s mum, okay?”
I nodded.
Settle down, the next day.
I took a taxi to the cemetery with Four Seasons, it had been a long time since I had been there, the cemetery seemed to have been enlarged again and there were more and more headstones inside.
How many people had lost their loved ones and the ones they loved most in four years’ time.
At the entrance to the flower shop outside the cemetery, the person buying flowers was a middle-aged woman who, seeing me with my children, couldn’t help but blurt out, “Would you like a bouquet of white chrysanthemums?”
I smiled lightly, shook my head, led the Four Seasons into the florist and spoke, “Boss, I’d like to pick my own, is that okay?”
The boss froze for a moment and nodded, “Sure!”
The white chrysanthemums, as Muzi had said before, were not to her liking; they were so white that they made her feel uneasy, not as happy as the sunflowers.
I picked a bunch of sunflowers to hold for all seasons. Grandpa Fu was not fussy about flowers, but he was deep and steady in nature, so I picked a bunch of yellow year-old chrysanthemums.
My grandmother’s favourite was the crocus by the Huaian courtyard, she said it was a hardy flower, not dazzling in its beauty, but a few seeds fell to the ground, a heavy rain fell and it grew with the wind by the side.
The cemetery has been expanded, the steps are long and foggy in early autumn, so I walked up and down the steps for a long time, after four years, and if I hadn’t marked the area code, I would have forgotten the location.
There seemed to be a lot of people coming to pay their respects to their loved ones, and I took the four seasons to pay my respects to the two elders before coming to Muzi’s tombstone.
I saw the man standing in front of the tomb, with a jade-like figure and a cold face. Four years had passed, and he had long since lost the warmth he had first seen, and seemed to have grown colder and colder.
Some people say that some people in this world grow more and more gentle as time spreads, while some people, time will become more and more silent and cold, time injects them all with pain and memories, some people are gentle because of memories, others are desperate because of memories.
For Cheng Junyu, I do not know which kind he belongs to, after four years, he and Muzi before, in the end what kind of feelings, I still do not know.
My eyes fell on the white eustoma resting quietly in front of the tombstone and I froze for a long time.
The eustoma flower has two Chinese words, one for eternal love and one for hopeless love, two extremes of the flower language.
The ancients say that what goes around comes around, and that love, no matter how grand, is too much, and that a fine line is the only way to last.
“Mama!” Xing Xu stood for too long, the four seasons suddenly spoke, looking at the picture on the tombstone, some puzzlement, “Muzi mother is already dead?”