My youth romance is always confusing

Chapter 137 Funeral (Part )

Time is not affected by human will. Even if Miyue wants to extend the waiting time, under the guidance of the world's will, time still slips away quietly like sand on the fingertips.

Since the cemetery was not near the funeral home, we had to drive there ourselves.

Of course, the funeral home itself also has cars for pick-up, but our family also has our own car, so we each went our own way.

Miyue and I sat in the back row. She was looking at the scenery outside the window, wondering what she was thinking.

Abnormally, it was my mom instead of my dad who was driving. My dad was now sitting obediently in the passenger seat to rest.

Maybe it’s because he’s too tired these days, so I don’t dare let him drive while tired.

I saw that my dad’s upper eyelid was about to fight with his lower eyelid. It turned out that he hadn’t closed his eyes for several days.

The car was driving on a not very flat road. Our car is relatively old and the shock absorption is not very good, so it always bumps from time to time.

The two of us sitting in the back row had to hold on to the front seats to stabilize our bodies.

As the tires rub against the ground, the car continues to move forward in sight.

The previous funeral home was already close enough to the suburbs, but the cemetery they arranged was several kilometers away.

There are almost no people around here.

Looking through the car window, all I could see were weeds and bushes, giving me the illusion that I had arrived in some desolate wilderness.

Well, if we go by geographical location, maybe it’s not an illusion?

The roar of the engine was buried by the whistling wind, and it headed northward, accompanied by the increasingly sparse population.

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It will take some time to wait for the cicadas to chirp in early summer, but the oncoming sea breeze brings us back to that somewhat cold and damp spring.

The wind, mixed with the scent of the sea, blew on my face.

I followed my parents into the cemetery.

The staff pushed open the door, and what greeted them was a group of tombstones that looked like an array of square tablets.

Although there are many tombstones here, it seems that few people have come to pay homage here, and the tombstones are almost all covered with a thick layer of dust.

Hey, Dad, is it really okay to choose this place?

I have no doubt about my father's work ability, but the current state of this cemetery is indeed a bit suspicious.

The guests who came to pay their respects and took the funeral home staff's car just now also arrived at their destination.

They followed us, silent and extremely solemn.

Should we say that they are truly old gentlemen? Compared to those young people who can only make noises, they seem really mature and reliable.

So, since I can hang out with this group of people, am I mature enough?

The soles of my shoes stepped on the stairs, and I walked up step by step.

The cemetery here is not flat, but distributed in a stepped manner, probably considering the utilization of space.

After all, a piece of cemetery is really not cheap nowadays.

Led by the staff, the group passed hundreds of tombstones and finally arrived at Mr. Takamiya's tombstone.

The style of the tombstone is naturally no different from other tombstones. They are all square and space-saving.

There is a photo engraved on top of the stone tablet, which should have been brought by my father from Chonggong's house.

The face of Uncle Chonggong above is obviously from when he was young, completely different from what I saw two days ago.

Wearing a tie, he looks energetic and vibrant.

It might be a photo of my dad when he was in school and Uncle Takamiya was still a teacher.

But looking at this photo now, I can better imagine what my uncle looked like when he was young, rather than the sickly man lying on the bed.

I'm afraid even Miyue has never seen an uncle with this face.

I glanced at her subconsciously.

Sure enough, ever since she arrived here, her feet seemed to have taken root and she never moved a step.

But what surprised me was that the child was not looking at her uncle's tombstone. She was looking at the one next to it, which was right next to another tombstone of Uncle Chonggong.

That tombstone was not covered with a thick layer of dust like other tombstones. Instead, it could be seen that it was much cleaner than other tombstones.

There are still some petals of the flowers used in the last worship stuck in the gap between the stone tablet and the ground.

——The wife of Chonggong Qianshi and the mother of Chonggong Meiyue.

——The tomb of Takamiya Kiyomizu.

It turned out to be the case.

The moment I saw the words engraved on it, I understood why my father chose this place.

The so-called proximity and fast processing speed are all trivial reasons.

This is probably the real reason.

I grabbed Miyue who was in a daze. She had no intention of resisting my behavior.

It would be better to say that she has almost no reaction to the outside world now.

She didn't respond at all whether it was touched or caressed.

It looked like she had never been here before.

But it's not unreasonable. Mitsuki was still young when her aunt passed away, and Uncle Takamiya's health must have been getting worse by the day.

It's normal that I haven't brought her here.

But... now that I see my mother's and father's graves at the same time, the emotion I feel must be doubled.

After the staff cleaned the two graves again, the guests who came to pay their respects brought a variety of flowers to pay their respects.

However, although they were guests who came to worship, they were actually probably older than Uncle Chongmiya.

I don’t know what kind of past they have with my uncle, just as I don’t know what kind of past my father has with my uncle.

Perhaps everyone has an unknown experience when they are young.

After the three groups of guests had presented flowers in turn, they stopped in the distance, looked for a while, and then left in their cars.

The old principal looked at us and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't open his mouth.

Although he knew his father, his father didn't seem to be very familiar with him.

But the adult world is not something you can just avoid just because you are not familiar with it, so even though his dad was unwilling, he still dragged his tired body and exchanged a few words with the old man.

Before leaving, he looked at the distant sky where thunder was already flashing and sighed.

"Yun San, if you need any help in life, please ask for it."

It didn't sound like a polite remark; he said it from the bottom of his heart.

Hikigaya Yunzo had never expected that the principal could have such a good relationship with his teacher.

It seems that the teacher entrusted Mitsuki to himself because the old gentleman was too old to be bothered anymore.

After realizing this, Yun San's attitude became more respectful.

"If there is anything I need help with, I will trouble you."

The two of them looked at Mitsuki standing in front of the tombstone at the same time, and the meaning of their words was self-evident.

After seeing the old man off, Hikigaya Yunzo started smoking in the aisle and did not go over again, leaving Lingzi standing with Hachiman and the others.

He leaned against a big tree nearby, listening to the increasingly rapid sea breeze, but his heart became calmer and calmer.

On the contrary, Lingzi stood there not knowing what to do.

She didn't know Takamiya Sengoku, and it was difficult for her to comfort Mitsuki from the perspective of an elder. In the current situation, she didn't know what to do.

"Mom, you go back first. Miyue and I will stay here for a while."

How could my mother's appearance escape my eyes? As a good son to her, I naturally had to help her solve her problems.

Looking at the backs of the two children, Lingzi sighed and walked to the side of Hikigaya Yunzo.

"It is going to rain."

"Ah."

Although his wife reminded him of the weather, Hikigaya Yunzo didn't react at all. He still stood there smoking and in a daze.

Seeing this, Lingzi said nothing more. She ran back to the car and took out the umbrella she had prepared in advance.

But when she handed it to her husband, he didn't take it.

He held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the two people in the distance, ignoring his wife's actions.

The umbrella spun back and forth in the woman's hand.

She naturally understands her man, and if she doesn't accept the call, it means she doesn't want it and doesn't need it.

It's futile to give more.

Feeling ignored, Lingzi pursed her lips, rolled her eyes, and walked towards the two children uphill.

Even if you don't want it, the child must.

When the time comes, I'll soak you like a drowned rat.

Like a sulky young wife, Lingzi planned to cross Yun San.

But before she had taken a few steps, she was stopped by Hikigaya Yunzo.

At this time, deafening thunder had already sounded in the sky.

It looks like heavy rain is coming soon.

"what are you doing."

In order to prevent the children from hearing, Lingzi deliberately lowered her voice.

"That's not necessary. Sometimes physical pain can actually ease the pain in your heart."

Hikigaya Yunzo, leaning against a big tree, put out his cigarette and drove his wife back into the car.

After all, I still have to drive soon, and it would be bad to get soaked.

He still snuggled under the big tree, waiting for the two children to turn around.

He knew that might take some time.

Maybe, it's time for a rain.

Miyuki still stood there stupidly, not responding no matter how big my movements were.

This guy.

The sea breeze around me became more and more impatient, and the whistling sound of the wind gradually became clearer.

I knew it was a sign of heavy rain coming.

But compared to the clear sky on campus, I actually feel that the dark clouds at this moment make me more relaxed and happy.

"No matter how you look at it, it won't change."

In the end, it was still me who broke the silence because I didn't know how to read the air.

Mitsuki's eyes remained calm.

The little girl might be recalling the past scenes in her memory.

But just as Hachiman will forget how many times he has been bullied, Mitsuki will also forget the warm times he once had with his family.

Because that was too long ago.

Perhaps apart from the mother's warm embrace, the only thing left is the taste memory that remains on the tip of the tongue.

Both Mitsuki and I are very clear about this.

"What did your uncle tell you before?"

As expected, when Takamiya Sengoku was mentioned, Mitsuki reacted.

She looked at Hachiman in confusion, as if she couldn't understand why he brought this up now. Her eyes were like newborn crystals, revealing bursts of resentment.

Maybe, she actually knew, but didn't want to know.

"Uncle, he——"

"Boom~"

What interrupted Hachiman's words was the rumbling thunder in the sky.

The next second, lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating each other's faces.

Rain falls from the sky.

But before that, tears slid down my face before the raindrops.

Amid the strong wind and heavy rain, Mitsuki finally stopped hiding her feelings.

The surging tears mixed with the rain falling from the sky, flowed into the ground and flowed in front of the graves of the two elders.

Having lost her parents at a young age, Mitsuki really doesn't know what the meaning of living is.

All she could do was to dig up those good memories.

But what made her even sadder was that even the warm memory of her mother had faded.