"Where is she?" As he asked, Sun Yonghui’s body trembled uncontrollably, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Ms. Cao, Ms. Cao, your husband is here. Do you want to co out and talk to him?" Wang Fugui called out several tis, but Cao Guifang didn’t respond.
He found it strange, too. "Ms. Cao was just using my body to speak a mont ago. Why has she suddenly gone quiet?"
Others didn’t know why, but Sun Yonghui knew perfectly well. ’She’s blaming ... She’s blaming for not coming back to see her all these years...’
’She died so young, but not long after her death, I married and had children abroad. I never ca back to see her all these years...’
Most of the viewers in the livestream chat were girls, and seeing this scene, they all felt a touch of sadness:
[Ms. Cao really wasn’t born in a good era. If she had been, would the ending have been different?]
[I feel like if this is how they’re going to et, it would’ve been better if they hadn’t t at all.]
[Even though I think Grandpa Sun is pitiful too, and he had a hard ti for a few years before going abroad, why didn’t he co back to look for his wife? What if he could have seen her spirit? To be blunt, it’s just because Grandpa Sun didn’t love her enough...]
[See, this is how n and won are different. A woman can wait bitterly for love for so many years. A man can’t even sit still for a year after his wife is gone before getting married again!]
[Can the feminists not start a fla war? The tis were turbulent back then, and it wasn’t easy for anyone to survive. What are you doing dragging n and won into this? Just to show off how special you are?]
[I just think Grandpa Sun is pretty pitiful too. Although peace eventually ca, it was very difficult for him to return to the country. He only got the chance to co back when he was near the end of his life. Plus, he never ca back because he always thought his wife had been reincarnated... He just never expected his wife to be waiting here for him for over seventy years...]
[You can only say that this tragedy was caused by the era. No one was at fault...]
After looking around, Wang Fugui asked uncertainly, "Host, where did Ms. Cao go? Why hasn’t she co out after so long?"
Through the phone screen, Shen Zhiyao could clearly see the soul attached to him, curled up inside his body, motionless.
Shen Zhiyao said, "She’s still on you right now. It’s just that after finding out Sun Yonghui has a full house of children and grandchildren, she’s having a hard ti accepting it. She needs a little ti to process these decades of longing and waiting."
Hearing Shen Zhiyao’s voice, Sun Yonghui hurriedly asked, "Young lady, where is my wife? I want to see my wife... I miss her so much... so, so much..."
Shen Zhiyao said to Wang Fugui, "Fugui, take Mr. Sun to see his wife. The noon sun is at its strongest right now, and it’s ti for her to go back. If she stays out too long, she won’t be able to bear it."
After hearing Shen Zhiyao’s explanation, Wang Fugui drove the grandfather and grandson to Ms. Cao’s grave.
Seeing the desolate grave, its mound overgrown with weeds and looking weather-beaten, Sun Yonghui’s heart ached instantly. "Why wasn’t she buried in a cetery? Her grave wouldn’t be so bleak then..."
Wang Fugui explained, "After she passed away, she was still waiting for you. She was buried here just so she could wait for you to co back. The grave mound is naturally desolate because it hasn’t been tended to for a long ti."
When Sun Yonghui heard this, his heart felt even more bitter.
He tossed aside his cane and squatted by the grave, pulling weeds as he cried. His progress was slow, but the old man looked incredibly sad...
Seeing this, Wang Fugui and the old man’s grandson wanted to help, but Sun Yonghui shooed them away.
Crying, he said, "Don’t move... Both of you, don’t move... This is sothing I should have been doing all along... It’s what I owe her. It has nothing to do with you. Today, just let pull the weeds for her this once... This is the first ti, and it will be the last..."
Wang Fugui let out a long sigh of relief and asked Shen Zhiyao, "Host, what should I do now? Is there anything I need to do?"
Shen Zhiyao said, "It’s ti for this couple, who haven’t seen each other in many years, to catch up. There’s nothing for you to do here. You can go back now."
"Huh? I can leave now?"
Before, he had been scared, shouting that he didn’t want to escort Ms. Cao. But now, he was actually a little reluctant to leave.
The viewers in the livestream chat didn’t want Shen Zhiyao to end the stream either:
[That’s it? You’re not going to stay a little longer?]
[Wang Fugui, stay connected for a while longer! Maybe Ms. Cao will co back in a bit.]
[I was a little scared seeing her yesterday, but after watching this scene today, I’m not afraid anymore. After all, ghosts were people before they died...]
[Is there really no follow-up? Host? I want to see what happens next...]
Shen Zhiyao said, "Ms. Cao’s soul has already returned to her grave. The sun is scorching hot right now, so she won’t co out. If you stay, all you’ll see is Mr. Sun tending to his wife’s grave."
"Alright, today’s follow-up task is complete. I’m ending the stream now. Bye-bye."
With that said, Shen Zhiyao imdiately ended the stream.
Wang Fugui felt a bit regretful, but he also realized there was nothing he could do to help here.
So, Wang Fugui gave a deep bow toward the grave and then turned to leave.
Sun Yonghui cleared the weeds on the grave from day until night, finally leaving the mound completely clean.
The old man’s grandson was just about to persuade him to go back when he heard the old man say, "The weeds are all cleared, but there are no offerings or paper money. Go and buy so paper money, offerings, and incense. Since we’ve co to pay respects, we can’t be so shabby."
The grandson said, "Grandpa, let’s go back for now. We can co back tomorrow. It’s so late, I don’t feel right leaving you here alone."
But the old man suddenly grew angry. "Enough with the nonsense! I told you to go buy them, so just go! Are you not even going to listen to now?!"
Worried that his grandfather’s anger might trigger a heart attack, the grandson got up without another word to go buy the items.
Before leaving, he patiently instructed the old man, "Okay, okay, Grandpa. Here’s your dicine. Take one if you start feeling unwell. Just wait for right here, and don’t wander off, okay?"
After his grandson left, Sun Yonghui leaned against the tombstone and said softly, "See? I cleaned your grave up so nicely. Please don’t be angry with anymore, okay? I finally sent him away. Now it’s just the two of us..."
His tone was exceptionally gentle, just as it had been seventy years ago.
He recalled the scene when he was twenty years old. They had both returned from their studies, and he had gone to Ms. Cao’s ho to propose marriage.
But her father had looked down on the match. "She’s my only daughter. You look scummy and you’re as skinny as a monkey. My daughter graduated from a university; you’re not good enough for her."
So, to prove he wasn’t just so scrawny weakling, he spent a few days tilling all the land at her family’s ho.
He also brought delicious food to Cao Guifang every day.
In the end, he proved his sincerity, and his father-in-law happily married his daughter off to him.
On their wedding day, his father-in-law clapped him on the shoulder and said, "You two must live a good life together. She’s my only daughter. You have to protect her!"
But later, he went abroad, leaving her to die alone in their ho country. And after her death, she waited for him for over seventy years.
At that mont, he finally realized. He was the one who had promised to give her a lifeti of happiness, to protect her...
And he was also the one who had left her to face despair and fear all alone...
He had failed her, and he had not fulfilled his promise to her...
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