translated_Chapter 109

109: Sweeping Qiu Shi’s Tomb

Jing Yueming’s eyes welled up again as he ate.

“Okay, okay, I’ll manage, alright?” Tsukimi Rin conceded defeat.

This guy always started crying andFuriousing unexpectedly.

It was fine when it happened to Yue Yue, but it felt very out of place on a twenty-five-year-old adult male.

No wonder the doctor suggested he go to a psychiatrist.

Clearly, Tsukimi Rin was too late incoaxing him; Jing Yueming, with his mouth twisted, cried and shouted, “Qiu Ci.”

Tsukimi Rin really wanted to tell him, ‘Even if you shout, Qiu Ci won’t hear you.’

But Jing Yueming firmly believed that as long as he keptFuriousing, Qiu Ci would soften.

“Alright, alright, eat first, and Qiu Ci will come after you finish eating.”

The clumsy lie couldn’t fool him, and just as he was about to act up again, a knock on the door interrupted them.

“Shh! I’ll go open the door.”

Jing Yueming lowered his voice a little.

Tsukimi Rin went to open the door; it was the two Miss Qin sisters.

The eldest Miss Qin and the second Miss Qin, who was sitting in an electric wheelchair.

“Yo, young man’s cosplay, who are you cosplaying as? Your late husband, Qiu Ci?” The eldest Miss Qin teased Jing Yueming’s small braid.

“Shh!” Tsukimi Rin quickly reminded her not to say that.

He’d just beencoaxed into a good mood.

Too late, it was too late again.

Jing Yueming howled alone for half an hour.

Finally, when he had no strength left and stopped crying, he started sobbing as he drank the soup.

The second Miss Qin gave an awkward laugh: “Young people really have strong bodies, they even cry with such vigor.”

“Alright, speak your mind, what’s the matter?”

The eldest Miss Qin said, “Tomorrow is Miss Ai La’s death anniversary.”

“I remember,” Tsukimi Rin said, somewhat unhappily.

“Let’s go sweep the tomb together,” the eldest Miss Qin suggested.

“Together?” Tsukimi Rin asked, somewhat incredulously.

“I was the one who always went before, okay? You were all staying abroad, saying you couldn’t live without her, but without me, Ai La’s grave would be three meters tall with weeds,” the eldest Miss Qin complained.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to go before, it’s that I was too busy.”

The eldest Miss Qin narrowed her eyes and said to Jing Yueming, “Oi! Qiu Ci is dead, don’t forget to burn paper money for him.”

Seeing that Jing Yueming was about to start again.

“Get out,” Tsukimi Rin said, finally losing her patience.

The second Miss Qin also glared at the eldest Miss Qin: “Say less.”

“I just think it’s interesting, I suggest sending him to a psychiatrist to see what the principle is,” the eldest Miss Qin really treated Jing Yueming as a little pet to tease.

After Jing Yueming calmed down again.

Tsukimi Rin asked him, “Are you going to sweep Qiu Shi’s tomb tomorrow?”

“…Go.”

“You can’t cry like this then, or get angry either, I still have to take Yue Yue with me,” Tsukimi Rin warned him.

Jing Yueming didn’t respond, taking it as his default agreement.

“After sweeping the tomb tomorrow, bring your daughter over for dinner, kids are so much fun.”

“We’ll see.”

The next day, several luxury cars parked in front of the cemetery gate.

It was sleeting today, very cold.

Besides wearing thick clothes, the second Miss Qin also had a fur blanket covering her legs, but she still couldn’t help but frown.

The eldest Miss Qin said in a low voice: “It’s okay, you didn’t have to come, is the pain severe?”

“…I can still bear it, take me with you.”

Jing Yueming got out of Tsukimi Rin’s car, wearing the coat that Qiu Ci had left him in the end.

Qiu Ci’s clothes all fit perfectly, only this one was a bit too big, just right for Jing Yueming to wear.

Tsukimi Rin was getting things out of the car, Yue Yue was obediently holding a bouquet of red roses.

A group of people entered the cemetery in a grand fashion.

Qiu Shi was buried in a relatively open location, the price of the cemetery area was also expensive, there were standards.

Yue Yue held Tsukimi Rin’s little hand: “Mommy, does Qiu Shi live here? Where’s the house?”

“It’s right here, look, this big stone is their door number, Qiu Shi lives underground,” Tsukimi Rin introduced to Yue Yue: “We living people live on the ground, Qiu Shi died, she can only live underground.”

“Ah? Then her house will be very damp when it rains.”

While chatting, they walked, and soon arrived.

The eldest Miss Qin skillfully arranged the sacrificial offerings, incense, paper money, and candles. She raised her eyes and glanced at the bouquet of roses in Yue Yue’s hand: “Eh? Why did you bring it back again, wasn’t it…” She turned her head, and there was indeed a bouquet of roses in front of the tombstone: “Wait, someone has been here.”

The group became alert.

Jing Yueming was the most excited, hoarsely shouting: “Qiu Ci!”

A childish voice said, “What are you shouting for? Don’t you know where this is?” Hai Qing came over with a pile of things: “Where are you people from?”

The eldest Miss Qin asked curiously, “Little Taoist priest, are you here long-term? Has anyone been here? The flowers that were placed?”

“Yes, someone placed a bouquet of roses, it’s quite strange, usually it’s chrysanthemums or something, isn’t it?”

The eyes of the group lit up, especially Jing Yueming’s: “Where is he? Is he far away? Qiu Ci!”

“Shh! What Qiu Ci, I put them there,” Hai Qing said speechlessly.

“Who are you?” Tsukimi Rin sized up the little Taoist priest.

“Alright, alright, don’t suspect me of doing bad things, Qiu Ci asked me to come give this person flowers today, his sister, right?” Hai Qing tidied up things, also offerings, candles, and paper money.

“You know Qiu Ci?” Tsukimi Rin asked again.

“Know him, know him, don’t ask,” Hai Qing said a little impatiently: “He asked me to perform a ritual for Qiu Shi on this day, please make way.”

Jing Yueming also asked, “When did Qiu Ci say that?”

“It must have been half a month ago, what’s wrong?” Hai Qing was clearly unaware of the situation.

The eldest Miss Qin saw a rough outline, Qiu Ci probably knew the little Taoist priest at some point and asked him to perform a ceremony for his sister or something, considered a bit of conscience: “Qiu Ci is missing.”

“He… probably, he’s already passed away, condolences.”

Tsukimi Rin was surprised: “Little Master, how did you calculate that?”

“What calculation? He told me that he was going abroad to commit suicide, he set this day, troublesome, it’s not easy to live…”

Tsukimi Rin shook her head: “Some things happened, Qiu Ci probably hasn’t left the country yet, he can’t get out, he’s been put on the list of missing persons, I don’t know why, we just can’t find him, he can’t take a car or book a room, how can we not find him…”

Hai Qing shook his head, unwilling to admit it.

Tsukimi Rin sighed: “Little Master, if you have any news of Qiu Ci, please tell us, this guy is really going crazy.”

Hai Qing glanced at Jing Yueming, what had happened to this guy after the separation in Yunnan, he’s changed so much?

“That shouldn’t be.”

“What?” Everyone was surprised by this inexplicable sentence.

“Jing Yueming should be doing well, Qiu Ci even came specifically to ask for a divination for him, he, with a good companion, year after year, inseparable…”

“Where the hell am I going to find a good companion?” Jing Yueming, who had been suppressing himself for a long time.

“Jing Yueming! Yue Yue is still here,” Tsukimi Rin reminded him.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, only Qiu Shi’s photo on the tombstone was still smiling.

Qiu Shi and Qiu Ci looked too much alike, in a flash. Jing Yueming even mistook this for Qiu Ci’s tombstone.

“Qiu Ci, who can I be with, who can I be with year after year, I only want you, I beg you to come back, please, at least I want to know you’re still alive, please.”

The person on the tombstone was still smiling, as if Qiu Ci’s tenderness was reappearing.

So cold, so cold.