Xiyang Mourning

Another year of Ching Ming, with warm sunshine hanging in the sky, there is no sign of rain.

He had already gotten up and started to take care of himself, and after finishing everything slowly, he looked at himself in the mirror, his vision was a little blurry.

He walked out of the room and looked at the breakfast that was already on the dining table. He didn't say anything, just sat down quietly and started to move.

After breakfast, he walked out the door and saw the car parked at the door. He got the driver in the back seat and started driving towards the destination.He looked at the scenery outside the window without saying a word.

Every year until today, his mood is a little sad, and his eyes are always in a trance.

It was the driver's reminder that brought him back to his senses. He looked at the flower shop outside the window, opened the car door and went out.He walked to the flower shop and greeted the owner inside.

The owner of this flower shop is an old man in his 60s. Looking at her amidst the vibrant flowers, he can also vaguely glimpse her beauty when she was young. The thin crow's feet at the corners of her eyes can tell that she must love to laugh. Should be doing well now.

The owner of the florist saw him, greeted him with a smile, and then took out the flowers that had been wrapped a long time ago. It was a bunch of fiery red roses.

He is a frequent visitor to this flower shop, so he is very familiar with the owner.

He nodded with the bouquet of roses and returned to the car, then slowly looked out of the window, but there was an extra bouquet of roses in his hand, red as the sun.

He didn't know how long it had been driving, anyway, he had already counted the number of petals in the rose in his hand before he heard the driver speak.

He stepped out of the car door and looked at the long stairs in front of him. He walked up slowly step by step. He didn't turn until he was near the end, passing by tombstones, and walked to his destination.

He stopped there for a while, and then slowly knelt down while supporting the tombstone.Putting down the rose in his hand, he tremblingly touched the photo on the tombstone, which showed a kind old man smiling happily.

Looking at the man's smile, he slowly raised a curve, and a trembling voice came out of his throat,

"Master... I'm here to see you"

The warm sun shone on him, not so warm.

Cheng Xi's death was not painful, it was euthanasia, but it was very painful before death.

Cheng Xi is a cancer. He has money, power, and influence, but he couldn't win back his master with Death.

He always remembers that his master has always been tough and healthy even at nearly 70 years old, but a daily checkup found Cheng Xi suffering from stomach cancer.

He was surprised and thought it was a misdiagnosis. His master had always had a healthy diet, not to mention no symptoms at all, and the family doctor always thought they were healthy.

When he asked Cheng Xi to check again with hope, it was still stomach cancer, and the doctor told him that it might be a family inheritance.

At that time, he looked at the doctor viciously, as if he wanted to swallow him, but the master stopped him, saying that it was only in the early stage, and it was as curable as a cold.

He looked at Cheng Xi and wanted to cry for no reason.

He didn't know why, he was always afraid in his heart, but he didn't know why he was afraid.

In the end, they prescribed medicine and went home. He paid more attention to diet and asked the family doctor to pay more attention to Cheng Xi's health, but it was useless, as if his lifespan was exhausted, and his master gradually weakened. In the late stage, he could only stay in the hospital bed.

He could only look at his master's decline in despair, and watched the scythe of death hanging on his master's head. He had no other choice at that time. He prayed to God, he worshiped Buddha, and he became a vegetarian from then on, not touching meat. , but no use, no use.

He was thrown into a darkness with no way out and no end.

That day, he knelt in a famous temple for several hours in order to pray for a peace talisman. He looked at the temple quietly, recalling their past little by little.

In fact, it wasn’t that hard at that time. He knelt on the bunk, his knees didn’t hurt, it didn’t rain, there was no sun or wind, and the temple didn’t make things difficult for him. The rules were just that.

He knelt quietly, neither happy nor sad, until his master came from the hospital in a wheelchair and took him back.

At that time, he refused to do anything, and knelt stubbornly. It was not until Cheng Xi staggered and struggled to get out of the wheelchair to kneel beside him that he burst into tears holding Cheng Xi, and his hoarse voice resounded throughout the temple.

At that time, Cheng Xi hugged him silently, neither moving nor speaking, until he stopped crying before someone helped him go home.

With the help of bodyguards, he carried Cheng Xi into a wheelchair and pushed him home.

On the way they babbled, as if they wanted to say everything they had said before and everything they hadn't said.

His owner told him he liked that he called him master, that he knelt by his side, that he made breakfast, that they had a cat together.

They recall the past, talk about their thoughts, and tell the most touching love stories in the world.

In the end, his owner hugged the cat they raised together and said he wanted to be euthanized.

He slowly supported the wheelchair and knelt down, stretched out his hand to caress the skinny cheek of his master, kissed the hands full of needle holes, then buried his head in the knee of the resting person, letting the tears soak his pants .

He felt the trembling hands on his head, and he knew that his master was living a hard life, the chemotherapy, the stomach pain, the pain, everything was so tempting to end his life.

But he wanted to live, and his master wanted to live for him.

But now, how uncomfortable he must be to face death, how painful it must be to choose euthanasia...

Finally he agreed, and he watched his master lying down with a needle injected into his neck, and then slowly fell asleep.

He didn't hold a funeral because his master didn't want to. Before he died, he smiled and said that as long as he was a widow, everything else was not important, and he agreed.

He was glad that his master thought only of him in the end, he was glad that he was his widow, and he was glad that he died painlessly.

He was 73 that year, his master 69.

Now he is 79 and his owner is 69.

Six years later, their cat died, but he was still tough, just like when his master died that year, he was also tough.

The sun shone on his back, and he knelt for a while, rambling that he was fine, because he wanted to live well, because he had promised him that he would live well.

Then he quietly leaned against the tombstone, took out one of the roses in front of him, held it in his hand and stuck it to his chest, looking at the photo of Cheng Xi on the tombstone with a good smile.

"Thank you for the rose, master"

He fell asleep in front of the tombstone that day, and finally the tomb was opened, and the urn inside was opened and poured into another handful of ashes, which were mixed together.

The photo on the tombstone was also replaced with a group photo. It showed two men sitting on the lawn, one hugging a cat, and a phoenix tree behind them. The light and shadow were vague and inexplicably warm.

He has always been so narrow-minded, so domineering, even if he dies, he still has to contaminate his master, and he has to be with him, and he cannot be avoided.

There was no rain in Qingming that year, only a small sun, emitting warm light.