The most silent, Liang Haoming, picked up his second brother and carried him on his back before striding forward with hurried steps, his thin lips pursed, saying nothing.
Dong Huiying and Liang Zhichen had also followed.
A downpour descended from the sky. Liang Zhichen was covered in ink, the ink originally used to darken his hair dissolving and decomposing under the rain, revealing his pale, snowy hair that the ink had masked, bit by bit, gradually showing its true color.
On the mountain cetery, Liang Haoming looked at the newly built grave mound, recalling how in their youth, soone had cursed their brothers as monsters for their towering statures, fearing no lady would want them when they grew up.
Once during Qingming Festival, while they were visiting graves, the eldest brother had said with a smile.
The brothers didn’t need a woman to boss them around, they might as well live together all their lives and be buried with their father after they died.
The eldest brother then planned the spots, reserving six places for the family of six.
Now, the spot for Third Brother was occupied by a small mound.
Haoming’s body swayed, unsure if it was the slippery rain or sothing else, he fell to the ground, and with him, his second brother also fell into the mud.
Liang Yuening’s lips trembled, muttering like an abandoned child, "I don’t believe, I don’t believe, I don’t believe—!!"
At first, his voice was small, drowned out by the rain. But later, he scread it out.
He didn’t believe, couldn’t believe that Third Brother, just like that, was gone!?
Yixuan stood silently in the rain mist, his profile elegant, his usually gentle face now seeming frosted over.
He heard footsteps from behind, slowly turned around, and saw the eldest brother and Dong Huiying.
The two were supporting each other.
There were many ink stains on the eldest brother’s collar, and the hair, which had seed oddly colored days ago, had also turned completely white.
No wonder, ever since the eldest brother and Dong Huiying went out that one ti, he occasionally felt that the two seed to harbor so secret, their own secret, which brought them closer.
So that was it, it was like this.
They shared the sa suffering, endured the sa pain, hence they understood each other’s feelings, carrying this burden together, leaning on each other, trying their best to be the strength for the other.
"You two, kept this hidden?" Yixuan couldn’t accept it, "Hidden temporarily, hidden forever? If you intended to hide it from the beginning, why bury Third Brother here, why not deceive us for a lifeti? It’s my fault!!"
He said with a bitter smile: "It was , I originally forced Baobao to run away from ho, Third Brother suffered a lot looking for Baobao, I should be the one lying there!"
Yixuan was always like this, understanding but not speaking it aloud. He didn’t consider himself very smart, but he was definitely not stupid.
Ever since the girl ca back, Third Brother disappeared, the family was very worried, each brother distressed yet they maintained a facade of calm and warmth. But from Fourth Brother and Fifth Brother’s attitude toward the girl, he suspected sothing fishy.
Once, he saw Fifth Brother sitting on a hillside, frustratedly pounding the ground, worried for the missing Third Brother, and mumbling why Third Brother hadn’t returned yet, how he could bear to leave the girl and so forth...
He thought, if it wasn’t for his own reason originally, the girl wouldn’t have run away from ho, Third Brother wouldn’t have gone to look for the girl, and many subsequent events wouldn’t have occurred.
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