Chapter 58 Drawing for You in Person
Chapter 58 Drawing for You in Person
The most famous thing in Yuyang is Wuzhong Mountain. As a remote suburb of Haixi, the highway leading to Wuzhong Mountain is extremely congested during holidays.
However, Fang Yu and his son were not stuck on the road.
Fang Yu and Fang Daqiang got up before 500:am, before dawn. At am, Fang Yu and Fang Daqiang had already driven the G onto the highway.
It took an hour and a half to drive along 70 kilometers of highway and more than ten kilometers of winding mountain roads to reach the main entrance of Wuzhongshan Cemetery.
It is Mid-Autumn Festival now, not Qingming Festival, so there are basically no people and the parking lot is empty. The towering trees on both sides of the main road block the rising sunlight, casting hazy spots of light on the ground.
Fang Yu took out the fruits and pastries that Xu Lesheng had prepared yesterday from the trunk, and then picked up a plastic bucket and two clean towels.
Fang Yu and Fang Daqiang walked through the cemetery lobby and turned two corners. The tombstones nearby were obviously much more luxurious.
Even when people die, they are divided into different classes.
Just like this cemetery, the worst one may be less than 1 square meter, and only one person's name can be engraved on the small tombstone.
A cemetery of a slightly higher grade may not necessarily occupy a much larger area, but the tombstones can be larger and made of higher quality materials.
If it is a little higher, it may be five or six square meters in area. The cement tomb is matched with a tombstone like a screen, and there may be stone lions on both sides.
What's more, there may be a grave area of 20 to 30 square meters in the cemetery, which is located at a higher level, giving the dead inside a feeling of dominating the world.
After walking a little further, Fang Yu and Fang Daqiang stopped in front of a single cemetery.
Fang Yu and Fang Daqiang first swept the ground with a broom in the cemetery, then took out a dry towel and gently brushed off the dust on the tombstone and the grave. They took a bucket of water and wiped the tombstone carefully with a wet towel.
The tombstone is engraved with "Tomb of my beloved wife Chen Wanyu".
After cleaning and placing tributes, the father and son stood silently in front of the tombstone.
"Wife, Xiaoyu and I are here to see you again." Fang Daqiang gently stroked the name on the tombstone.
"When you were alive, you always said that I didn't remember any dates. Look, it's been ten years, and I haven't forgotten even once. Are you wrong?"
"When you were alive, you always said that I didn't care about my child. If Fang Yu doesn't study well in the future, he will have to go out and mix in society."
"Look, when Xiaoyu and I came here last year, we told you that he was admitted to the National University."
"This year, I want to tell you that he went to college and his grades didn't fall behind. His GPA averaged 92. You don't even know what a GPA is, do you? We didn't have it when we were studying. We learned it from foreign universities in recent years."
"Look, you're wrong again, aren't you?"
"When you were alive, you often said that I smoked and drank every day and didn't exercise, and that I would end up in bed sooner or later."
"Now I don't smoke much, I don't drink much, and I often go to play basketball. Look at my muscles."
"See, you're still wrong."
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"So, please stop criticizing me in the future, okay?"
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"So, can you tell me one more time?"
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Tears as big as beans fell from Fang Daqiang's eyes. In the clear and crisp autumn weather, a few wet marks reappeared on the tombstone that had originally been dry.
Fang Yu listened quietly to Fang Daqiang chattering in front of Chen Wanyu's tomb.
Chen Wanyu died of illness when he was less than 12 years old.
Breast cancer.
There's no bloody car accident revenge plot.
Chen Wanyu and Fang Daqiang were college classmates. Yes, that’s right, an old rogue like Fang Daqiang also went to college.
When Fang Yu was a child, he never understood why his mother, who was a lady from a prominent family after all, married his father despite the threat of his grandparents severing ties with him.
But after Chen Wanyu passed away, Fang Yu and his father depended on each other for survival, and only then did he truly discover the good qualities of his father.
A man who is decisive, insightful, tolerant, has strong emotional control, and can provide emotional value to everyone, even if he is very fickle, there will still be women who love him to death.
Until her death, Chen Wanyu always said that she had no regrets at all about marrying Fang Daqiang.
Fang Daqiang took out a tissue and blew his nose, wiped his tears, turned his head and said to Fang Yu: "Xiao Yu, do you want to say something to your mother?" Fang Yu nodded: "Dad, I want to be alone with my mother, okay?"
Fang Daqiang was startled, then he smiled and patted the back of Fang Yu's head: "Boy, are you still hiding something from your dad? You're not really going to hook up with a rich woman, are you? Okay, I'll go down first, and call me when you're done."
Fang Daqiang bowed three last times in front of his wife’s grave and turned to leave.
When Fang Yu saw Fang Daqiang leaving, he took out a piece of paper from the pocket of his sportswear and placed it in front of Chen Wanyu's tombstone.
A blank sheet of paper.
"Mom, this is the portrait I drew for you." Fang Yu sat in front of the tombstone and looked at the name on it, as if he saw Chen Wanyu's face.
"A few days ago, I asked a girl what gift she should give to her mother. The girl told me that her mother's favorite gift was an essay of hers titled "My mother is more beautiful than Lin Chiling."
"I was thinking at the time that my mother is also very beautiful, and the most beautiful mother in the world."
"Then, I want to draw a portrait of you."
"But when I picked up the pen, I realized that I couldn't remember what you looked like."
"But, Mom, I really miss you."
Two lines of tears flowed from the corners of Fang Yu's eyes.
"Mom, you know, I didn't cry the day you died."
"I was even thinking at the time, am I really cold-hearted by nature? I couldn't even cry when my own mother passed away?"
"It wasn't until the day you were buried, when I saw the urn placed in the cemetery and the coffin lid closed, that I suddenly felt reality and realized that I would never see my mother again. Ahem."
Tears entered his nasal cavity and choked his trachea, and Fang Yu couldn't help coughing.
"Mom, do you know why I chose to live in the school dormitory when I was in the second grade of junior high school? At that time, my dad and I had not moved yet, and it seemed that your shadow was always in the house."
"Every time I play computer games in my room, I always have an illusion that the door of the room is pushed open and you are standing at the door, saying to me, 'Do you want to use your eyes? Are you still playing so late? Go to bed!'"
"But when I looked closer, all I could see was a closed door."
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"I wish this wasn't an illusion."
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"I remember all these scenes, but why can't I draw what you look like?"
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"A few days ago, I saw a sentence that said the death of a loved one is not a rainstorm, but a lifetime of moisture."
Fang Yu wiped away her tears and said, "I want to tell you, I don't want heavy rain or humidity, I just want you to come back alive."
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"Mom, I must revive you."
"I want you to be my model in person and draw a picture for you in person."
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"Believe me."
"I can definitely do it."
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These two chapters mainly introduce the protagonist's growth experience.
People like Fang Yu would not have developed into the personality he has now if he had not had a special growth experience.
Fang Yu's parents are both college students. He inherited his father's amorousness and his mother's intelligence. Because of his mother's death and his father's very special way of education, he grew up in KTV and was used to seeing all kinds of beautiful women. These women are prettier than his middle school and high school classmates, gentler than his classmates, and more realistic than his classmates. Women have many sides. Even their wives, most men can only see one or two sides. Fang Yu has seen almost every side of women in such an environment. Therefore, most women no longer give him a sense of mystery.
Many people don’t like to read these two chapters, but I have to write them, otherwise Fang Yu’s growth will not be reasonable and the character cannot be established.
By the way, I would like to add that the spell required for Fang’s mother’s final resurrection is extremely difficult to meet, and the protagonist’s operation to meet the conditions will be very explosive.
Of course, this should happen after chapter 500.
(End of this chapter)