An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 97 Death Anniversary (Part 1)

Huo Qingshan parked the jeep at the entrance of the guesthouse, where Zhou Shiyan was already waiting.

Zhou Shiyan opened the car door, got in, and his first words were: "It's still early, why don't we drive to Wang's Bakery in the west of the city and buy two catties of flower cakes? I remember Aunt Lin loved eating their flower cakes the most when she was alive."

Huo Qingshan stared straight ahead at the road, glancing to the right with his chin. "It's all bought."

Zhou Shiyan glanced at the back of the car and saw large and small bags. He asked, "Have you bought everything needed for the memorial service?"

"Ah."

The car drove smoothly to the foot of the mountain. The two got out of the car together, picked up the things on the back seat, and started walking up the mountain.

Nanyu Mountain shares the same name as Nanyu Town. Some locals say that the name Nanyu Mountain came first, and then Nanyu Town came into being, while others hold the opposite view.

Nanyu Mountain is not very high, and the villagers at the foot of the mountain are quite active on the mountain, so the road up the mountain has already been formed and is well-organized.

Lin Caiyun's tomb is located near the top of the mountain, on the west side of the hill.

This was her last wish. She said that the sunsets and evening glows in Fanzhou City are usually very beautiful, and you can see colorful clouds in the west, so let's bury her on the west side of Nanyu Mountain.

Apart from this, the Lin family did not know that Lin Caiyun and Huo Zhenbang first met on the west side of Nanyu Mountain.

At that time, Huo Zhenbang, who was still very young, was on a mission on Nanyu Mountain when he was accidentally bitten by a local venomous snake. Lin Caiyun, who was on the mountain collecting medicinal herbs, saved him.

At their first meeting, he was pale, weak, and lifeless, but she fell in love with him at first sight.

……

Less than an hour later, two strong young men arrived at Lin Caiyun's grave.

When they arrived, some offerings had already been placed in front of Lin Caiyun's tombstone, indicating that her maternal grandparents had likely visited that morning.

Huo Qingshan and Zhou Shiyan laid out various items, including fruits, flower cakes, and wine glasses.

Huo Qingshan poured the liquor into the wine cups one by one, the liquid hitting the inside of the cups with a crisp "splashing" sound. The two stood shoulder to shoulder in front of Lin Caiyun's tombstone, bowing three times and kowtowing three times, their movements precise and respectful.

Zhou Shiyan straightened up first and spoke to the stone tablet in front of him: "Aunt Lin, I am unfilial for not coming to see you for so long."

……

I remember when I was little, every time I got into trouble, I would secretly run to you. You would not only cook delicious food for me, but you would also stop my dad from beating me.

Although my dad always sneaks a beating after locking the door when I get home, I'll still go to see you next time because I always miss your cooking. It's so delicious! I haven't had such good braised pork or sour fish soup since you left...

......"

He kept rambling on and on, without any clear direction or structure, just saying whatever came to mind. He would suddenly stop mid-sentence, only to pick up the same topic again a while later.

Huo Qingshan stood quietly to the side, not uttering a word from beginning to end.

As the sun gradually set in the west, Zhou Shiyan's mouth became dry, and he finally stopped talking, having said almost everything he wanted to say.

He turned his head to look at the man with a somber expression, thought for a moment, and said, "I'm leaving first. You and Aunt Lin can talk alone."

Zhou Shiyan wasn't entirely sure what Huo Qingshan was thinking at that moment, but the two of them had a basic understanding of each other, and he could tell that Huo Qingshan wanted to be alone for a while.

After Zhou Shiyan left, Huo Qingshan took out a small broom and a rag from the bag.

He first carefully swept away the fallen leaves and debris around the grave with a broom, and then picked up a clean cloth and wiped Lin Caiyun's tombstone bit by bit, leaving no corner untouched.

He didn't utter a word throughout the entire process. After finishing everything, he leaned against the tombstone and sat down on the ground.

After a long silence, he finally spoke: "Mom."

That was the last time, followed by another long silence.