Chapter 211: Softened Like Snow In His Arms (2)

The document was about her mother. She used to be an employee of the He Group, and she had an office affair with Su Gongcheng. Later they got married and had a child,before gradually fading out of the workplace.

This was the first time Su Qiuzi saw a picture of her mother, sporting the short, floppy-eared hair that was popular at that time, smiling at the camera. She and her mother look very much alike, and that’s exactly why Su Gongcheng detested her so much.

Her mother’s name was Tong Ya, coming from the highland mountains where the preference for sons was very serious, and she was one of the college students sponsored by the He Group. When she was in college, her parents had already passed away, and there was only one older brother, who cut off contact with her when she finished college.

So after the death of her mother, nobody bothered to receive her corpse, Su Gongcheng did not care, and later it was her relatively close colleagues who went to receive the body to bury her in a small cemetery in the northern district of Xia City.

Su Qiuzi looked at the documents, turning page by page to uncover some blockage in the heart, and some frustration. Her mother was only 24 years old when she died, about the same age as her, with only a few pages of documents summarizing her life. She loved Su Gongcheng, so she gave up her career to marry him and give birth to a child, but she couldn’t resist his expanding ambitions. In order to save herself and her daughter, she came to seek refuge in the He Group, but ended up being murdered.

Since she was a child, her mother’s “scandals” had followed her around, but Su Qiuzi seemed to stay out of it, because to her, she didn’t know what her mother looked like, what kind of person she was, she had no memory of her.

While now, there were photos and biographies, with a few pages showing a living person in front of her. As an after-thought, Su Qiuzi’s heart could hardly be described as depressed and suffocated.

He Yu sat beside her, his long arms propped up on the back of the sofa chair behind her, as if she was held in his arms. Su Qiuzi gradually returned from the mixed emotions, put away the documents and said, “Let’s go.”

On the day of the weekend, He Yu drove Su Qiuzi to the small cemetery. It was in the mountainous area of the northern district, and the car could not be driven to the bottom of the mountain, so the two got out of the car and walked up on foot.

Although it was in the mountainous area, the small cemetery was very well organized, it was not developed and the environment was relatively secluded. Today it happened to rain, the hazy spring rain, the distant mountains were shrouded in mist, covered with the azure color of the sky.

The two climbed up the mountain, the cemetery was not big, and soon found the grave of Tong Ya. At that time, the colleague and her mother had a good relationship and made her tombstone, on which she chose the same picture she had when she joined the company. But then, the colleague resigned and went to other provinces, and did not come to visit her any longer.

The tombstone was fairly clean, with the arrival of spring, the grass sprouting, next to the cemetery in the verdant fog, a few clusters of tender green grass growing quietly, as well as some weeds.

Su Qiuzi took some sacrificial things over, and also held a bunch of carnations and lilies. She didn’t know what flowers her mother liked, so she chose them according to her liking. After putting down the bouquet, Su Qiuzi stood in front of the tombstone, the fine rain hit her cheeks, the girl’s eyelashes trembled.

He Yu stood with her, looked at her and then asked, “Do you want me to go back?”

Su Qiuzi raised her eyes and looked at him. He Yu smiled lightly, handed her the umbrella in his hand and looked at a magnolia tree not far away and said, “I’ll go wait for you under the tree.”

After saying that, he reached out and touched her hair, got up and left.

It wasn’t raining much, so it was no problem to hold an umbrella or not. Even the magnolia tree with its big leaves couldn’t cover the rain curtain. He Yu stood under the tree, thinking about the photo on the tombstone, looking at the distant mountains, quietly waiting.

After about twenty minutes, the sound of stepping on the grass came from behind. When He Yu turned back, the girl came from the rain with a black umbrella. She wore black clothes, a small face wrapped in a black scarf and long black hair, lining the lips more rosy.

Her skin was fair and the shade on her face was particularly vivid, so when her eyes were red, it was particularly obvious. Whether she was frustrated or aggrieved for her mother, it was better to cry than to stay smothered.

When Su Qiuzi came closer, He Yu could still see the tiny teardrops hanging on the eyelashes. He raised his hand, his thumb finger faintly wiped them and said: “Are we leaving?”

Su Qiuzi nodded, before He Yu could turn around, she raised her hand and pulled him. The black umbrella in the girl’s hand fell to the side, her hands slid along the side of his waist, and finally, wrapped her arms around him.

The girl’s face was buried in He Yu’s chest. The girl’s voice was not loud, and she sighed gently. The voice was not too big or small, just reaching He Yu’s body.

“I really want to have a mother.”