Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online-Chapter 1700 - 1703: I Will Hold You Tight Until the End of Life (Part 3)

Hua Hua lowered her head, her voice heavy with tears. Every man remains a child before his mother.

Ling Yin patted her on the back, "Hua Hua, don’t be sad."

Hua Hua struggled to hold back her emotions and nodded, "Brother Ling, do you think I should bury my father and mother together? Right now, they’re on separate hills, and I feel they’re so lonely, with no one to accompany them. My mother’s grave is so simple, it’s heartbreaking to look at, it hurts my eyes."

Ling Yin’s heart was filled with guilt.

Over the years, whenever he returned to pay respects, he only tended Uncle Yuan’s grave and rarely Aunt Wang’s. Uncle Yuan’s grave had been restored by him, so it didn’t look distressing, but looking at Aunt Wang’s grave was indeed painful.

"If you want, we can take this opportunity to bury Uncle and Aunt together. I’ll find some people to recarve the tombstone, and once it’s done, we can proceed with the burial."

Hua Hua thought the idea was good, "Okay, let’s do as you said. First, we’ll get the tombstone carved, and then we’ll bury them together. I can’t stand my parents being so alone; they should be together. My brother buried his parents together and said that would keep them from being lonely in heaven."

Thus, those who initially planned to leave after two days in their mosquito-infested hometown ended up staying a few more days.

Finding someone to recarve the tombstone required choosing an auspicious date for the burial, which kept everyone busy for five days.

Five days later, Hua Hua hired seven or eight villagers to help, only to discover that the half-rotted coffin was empty.

Everyone, including Hua Hua, was dumbfounded by the empty coffin.

"How come there aren’t even any bones inside?"

Hua Hua looked at Ling Yin in confusion, and Ling Yin was equally befuddled.

Hua Hua scratched his head, "Could my mother’s bones have turned to dust? Aren’t human bones supposed to remain intact?"

The villagers looked at each other, "This is an empty grave."

Hua Hua was utterly bewildered, "An empty grave?"

"There’s nothing inside this coffin, isn’t it just an empty grave?" one of the villagers remarked.

"Why is it an empty grave? So, where’s my mother?"

.........

Back in his hometown, Hua Hua sat there, clutching his phone tightly.

In front of him were several elderly villagers reminiscing about something.

"How could it be an empty grave? Over the years, no one has touched Yuan family’s wife’s tombstone."

"Back then, Yuan family’s wife died from illness. They said she was very weak after giving birth to Little Chu, and within a year, she passed away. Yuan’s young man was very heartbroken. Even when his mother introduced him to new girls for marriage, he ignored them."

"Now that you mention it, since Yuan’s wife gave birth to Little Chu, we never saw Yuan’s wife again. She didn’t even appear at the full-month celebration. Grandma Yuan said her daughter-in-law was too weak and was recovering in the hospital, never coming home. I remember three months later, Grandma Yuan said her daughter-in-law was back, but she never left the house, seeming too weak to get out of bed."

"I was quite close to Yuan’s wife back then, but I never saw her again after childbirth. I went looking for Yuan’s wife several times, and Grandma Yuan always said she was too weak to meet guests. She turned me away a few times, so I stopped visiting. Soon after, I heard she had passed away, and felt deeply saddened for a time."

"Sigh, Little Chu has never returned. To be honest, having the reburial without her isn’t quite right. It should be Little Chu making the decision. I used to adore Little Chu, but all these years, she never returned either."