Saving Wang

Chapter 17 Don't Blame Me

　　The previous generation was not happy, and the next generation had already been deemed as such.

　　Rolling down all windows of the car, Chen Keren turned on the music. It was a piece of unknown piano music. The breeze swept through the window and blew Chen Keren's hair. The sun shone down, creating many light spots on the smooth car surface. It shined on Chen Keren's enchanting red hair, reflecting on her face which looked cold and proud all the time.

　　Down along the highway, Chen Keren went all the way north, through the row of birch trees, listening to the sound of the bustling city. Everything gradually drifted away as she passed through at a constant speed until she drove the car to a smooth road. The road was narrow, surrounded by fields, and it looked very empty.

　　Chen Keren drove the car like this all the way and the piano music was played over and over again and still made people feel comfortable.

　　Crossing the field, the car finally arrived at the destination—it was a small cemetery filled with hibiscus flowers. Within the cemetery, a tombstone stood on a small hill, which looked beautiful and glamorous, but lonely and simple at the same time.

　　Getting off the car, Chen Keren put on a pair of sunglasses and slowly walked to the hill.

　　In October, the hibiscus was blossoming in the wild, red like fire.

　　Chen Keren slowed down.

　　Stopping in front of a tomb, Chen Keren slowly took off her glasses.

　　"Miss, you are here." Behind her, an old voice rang.

　　Chen Keren nodded, faintly said, "Aunt Wu, go to rest. I want to trim these hibiscus flowers for my mother."

　　Aunt Wu was an elderly woman with a wrinkled face and a weak body that seemed to fall as the wind blew. Looking at Chen Keren's back, she just shook her head helplessly, and her murky eyes flashed with a bit of distress. Then she turned and went to a small house under the mountain.

　　Not only the ancient emperor's family had eternal grave-keepers. Aunt Wu, since the completion of the cemetery, resolutely moved here. Not because she was loyal, but she knew that she was able to set up for life only because she met Chen Keren's mother, Ni Ya.

　　Therefore, after Ni Ya died, she decided to live with her own mistress forever.

　　Chen Keren stood there and let the wind sweep over her silently. She lowered her head and looked at the scissors aside. She slowly squatted down, picked it up, and then walked toward the hibiscus flowers.

　　This hibiscus garden did not need to be trimmed. She just wanted to cut them off. She wanted to pick the most beautiful flowers for her mother, tie them into a bunch of flowers, and put them in front of her mother's tombstone. She wanted her to face the hibiscus flowers and reveal the most beautiful smile.

　　Carefully picking the flowers, Chen Keren's heart at the moment was at a peace that she had never been in recent days.

　　Soon after, she finally held a bunch of flowers, and then carefully placed it in front of the tombstone. She got up and looked at the picture on the tombstone. Her mother was still so beautiful.

　　The memories of the past days were constantly flashing in her mind, constantly replaying. All the happiness and pain were playing back.

　　Chen Keren stood there silently, and her eyes were already moist for some time.

　　"Mom, I haven't told you about it and I really want to tell you today." When the sun went down, the breeze became cold. She finally slowly opened her mouth.