Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don't Be Too Sweet

Chapter 104

In the end, he let her down

Author: 橙子澄澄

Source: Instadoses

Axiu looked at the old man, confused and clueless.

While his expression made the ladies quietly red-eyed, he wondered why the old man wanted him to kneel.

"Come here, kneel, kowtow, and offer incense." The old man instructed again.

Axiu subconsciously went to pull Liu Yusheng. Thinking that it was the same as before, then he would be with Shengsheng.

"Brother Axiu, you go. I can't accompany you… here." Liu Yusheng pulled her hand away.

"Why?"

Because inside lay your mother.

For some reason, the sadness that surfaced in the little child's eyes made Axiu resistant.

He didn't know if he was resisting that emotion, or some kind of meaning behind that emotion.

He didn't want to kneel, or even approach the graveyard.

Grandpa Liu, Liu Dalin and Liu Erlin had already cleaned up the overgrown weeds around the grave.

Grandma Liu, on the other hand, along with Chen Xiulan and Du Juan, had placed offerings and lit incense in front of the grave, and were just waiting for Axiu to approach.

Eventually, he lifted his feet and approached step by step, kneeling down slowly in front of the grave.

A taut string in his brain now thrummed, shaking his brain so sharply, it hurt.

His heart felt like it was covered by a heavy dark cloud, so oppressive that he could hardly breathe.

Grandma Liu sighed softly – her hand caressing the wet soil on the grave. It's been three years, Big Sister has found Axiu back.

In the future, the Liu family will be his home, and he will be a child of the Liu's.

Rest in peace in the Nine Springs.

After Axiu kowtowed and offered incense, Liu Yusheng also went forward and lit an incense to pay her respects.

Liu Zhixia and Liu Zhiqiu exchanged glances and kneeled beside Axiu respectively.

The cottage was burned to the ground, leaving nothing behind.

Afterwards, it was Grandma who rummaged through the house for a coat that Aunt Wanrong had left behind and set up this clothes mound.

If Brother Axiu was found, at least he would have a place to pay his respects.

If Brother Axiu didn't return, they would have also come over every year to offer some paper money and incense to the deceased.

She had existed in this world. At least, someone would always remember her.

The sky was gray, and at some point, the rain that had stopped in the morning began to fall again.

It was light and pattering, but there was a tendency that it would gradually turn heavy.

It fell on their faces with a penetrating chill.

"Okay, get up, it's time to go back." Grandpa Liu spoke.

Axiu stood up, his head lowered and quiet. His knees were both stained with mud.

The group packed up and went back to the village. As they left, Chen Xiulan whispered softly to the grave, "Wanrong, don't worry. I'll take care of the child on your behalf. Next year, I'll bring him to see you again. When his condition improves, I'll erect a monument for you with my own hands."