Rebirth: Outstanding

The Catholic St. Michael's Cemetery in Happy Valley

Song Tianyao got out of the car far down the mountain, holding a bunch of white calla lilies, and walking towards the tomb area in the middle of the mountain. Today is the first anniversary of Xianyushuan's official burial.

There was some drizzle in the air. Huang Liu carried a plastic bag in one hand, and followed behind him with an umbrella in the other hand to help Song Tianyao: "This salted fish brother is the coolie who saved your boss?"

"Yes, Zhang Laosi had a very sharp bodyguard called Dai Feng. If it weren't for Ah Shuan to block it, maybe it was me that day, Shi Yehui and Ah Shuan all rushing to the street together and corpse the street." Song Tianyao walked up the steps and said in his mouth.

Huang Liu curled his lips: "It would be nice to know the boss early. I want to see how sharp that guy is."

"It's Uncle Song." Perhaps hearing Song Tianyao's voice, Xianyushuan accompanied Fen's wife in front of the cemetery to commemorate the salted fishshuan. Wu Xiu'er, who helped her mother with an umbrella, turned around and saw the two people walking up the steps. Said softly to his mother.

Wearing plain clothes, Fen's wife, who had just burned paper money for her deceased husband under an umbrella, straightened up from the tomb and turned her head to look. Sure enough, Song Tianyao and Huang Liu had already walked along the steps.

"Ayao, Xiu'er and I will go down first..." Fen's wife, whose eyes were still red, pursed her lips. After saying hello to Song Tianyao, she walked down first with Xiu'er who had already worshiped. Only Song Tianyao and Huang Liuli are left in front of the tombstone. After all, talking and chatting in front of the cemetery is disrespectful to the deceased.

Song Tianyao gently nodded towards Fen's wife who was passing by, without speaking.

When the tomb was quiet, Song Tianyao slowly stepped forward and placed the flowers in his hand under the marble tombstone. After standing up straight and looking at the name on the tombstone for three or four minutes, he said softly:

"Ashuan, I went to live for a year. It's so comfortable that I don't even have a dream for me? It's so chic?"

Maybe it's because I haven't seen someone say this when I came to the cemetery to pay homage to a friend, and the corners of Huang Liu's mouth couldn't help but slightly tilted upwards.

He actually wanted to say that even if the salted fish who lives below wants to have a dream, his own boss has little sleep time every night. Maybe the salted fish floats from the cemetery in Happy Valley to Song Tianyao's. In the bedroom, before Song Tianyao's dream, Song Tianyao had already opened his eyes and got up. This salted fish brother worked hard for nothing.

"That's right, anyway, you see me and you don’t seem to have much to say. Fen’s sister-in-law and Xiu’er have been doing pretty well now, and there should be nothing worth worrying about below. If you really come up with a dream, say Maybe I have to go to the temple to ask the master to do it..." Song Tianyao laughed as he talked, took out a pack of cheap Double Happiness cigarettes from his pocket, and ordered two, one placed in front of the tombstone, one Biting in his mouth: "It would be great if you hadn't passed away that day. It must have made me worry less than Shi Yehui's thumping on the street, and can help me with a lot of things. Speaking of Shi Yehui, your good brother now has a girl. Secretary, I heard that his female secretary has big hips and fat, and she is compliant. If you are still alive, the female secretary next to him will definitely not be worse than his, but I will not take care of you when I go home. I know, or just wait until next time I come, I will secretly burn you a female secretary, lest you are too bored down there, there is no bird thing to do..."

He was talking in his mouth and stretched out his hand towards Huang Liu. Huang Liu handed the plastic bag he was carrying in his right hand to Song Tianyao. Song Tianyao tore open the plastic bag. Inside were two dishes packaged from the restaurant and a bottle of beer. Put it in front of the tombstone: "One is the fried pork skin with agar-agar you often eat, and the other is steamed abalone with shark fin that you haven't eaten. You can eat it slowly."

Behind Song Tianyao, Huang Liuli listened quietly to his boss chatting to the dead. It was the first time he saw Song Tianyao talking so much. In the past, when Song Tianyao saw that people alive rarely said so much gossip, and Song Tianyao didn’t have any sad expressions on his face. It's like the triviality that happened recently in a quiet chat with a silent friend.

After smoking three cigarettes in front of the cemetery, Song Tianyao seemed to have a good chat. He stretched out his hand and patted the edge of the tombstone and said: "It's almost done, I will visit you next year."

When the two of them went down the mountain, they realized that Fen's wife and Wu Xiu'er did not go first, but waited down the mountain. Seeing Song Tianyao and Huang Liu come down, Wu Xiu'er ran towards Song Tianyao holding an umbrella: "Uncle Song, I have been a long time. I haven't seen you with Uncle Hui, Aunt Yun, and Uncle Long haven't seen anyone recently, so it's better to go to Taihe Street to have dinner with everyone at night."

Wu Xiu'er is no longer the thin body with dry yellow hair and timid eyes. Now Wu Xiu'er standing in front of Song Tianyao still wears the same double ponytails, but her hair is black and shiny, and her small face still has a healthy look. Red, with bright and clear eyes, giving people a clever, well-behaved feeling.

Wu Xiu'er is eight years old and her height is a lot taller than before, but Song Tianyao still crouched and hugged her, and looked at Fen's wife, "Fen's wife, I will drive you away. It's more convenient than if you go to the street and stop a taxi. The rainy road is slippery, lest Xiu'er accidentally falls."

"Okay..." Fen's wife looked at Song Tianyao and walked towards the parked car in the distance while holding Xiu'er. She turned her head and looked at the cemetery in the middle of the mountain.

A Shuan died for Song Tianyao. When Fen's wife knew the news, it was false that she did not resent Song Tianyao in her heart. However, after A Shuan passed away, Song Tianyao's arrangements for taking care of their mother and daughter gradually dissipated Fen's hatred. In addition, Song Tianyao can also be said to have exhausted his mind for the dead Ah Shuan, trying to arrange a decent scenery.

For example, the cemetery where Ah Shuan was buried at this time was the Happy Valley Catholic Anglican Cemetery. The entire cemetery may only have buried Ah Shuan, a small figure with no power and influence. He can be buried here. It was arranged by Song Tianyao. .

At first, Fen's wife planned to bury Ah Shuan in the civilian cemetery at Tseung Kwan O. A tomb was piled up and a stele was erected. Although simple, it was more beautiful than many poor people who died when there was not even a tomb. But by Song Tianyao Rejected, it was Song Tianyao who asked her to place Ah Shuan's bones in the temple first, and then figured out a way to get a place in the cemetery of Happy Valley, before she officially buried Ah Shuan.

She didn’t know how much effort Song Tianyao put in to send Xiu’er to Diocesan Girls’ Primary School and buried Ah Chuan in the Anglican Cemetery, but she knew these two places, one died in her life, one was small and one was big. It is not what the poor can expect.

When Song Tianyao hugged Wu Xiu'er and was about to walk towards his car, another Rolls-Royce in the distance drove over while whispering, looking at the license plate number, it was Chu Xiaozhong's car.

The car stopped in front of the steps at the bottom of the cemetery. The Chu family’s self-combing maid, Hong Jie, got out of the car first and put up an umbrella. Madam Chu got off the back seat, followed by Chu’s third son, Chu Xiaozhi. .

"Ayao?" After getting out of the car, the graceful Madam Chu just met Song Tianyao heading down the mountain, and said in surprise: "Why are you here?"

Song Tianyao politely stopped, and gave way to the middle of the steps: "I'm here to meet a friend who has passed away. Is this Mrs. Chu... to worship the ancestor?"

"My deceased brother dreamed of him two days ago, so he came to burn some gold ingots for him." Madam Chu looked at Zhou Xiu'er held by Song Tianyao. The little girl looked cute and cute: "Who is this little girl?"

Song Tianyao didn't even blink his eyes: "This is my goddaughter, so it is her father, Xiu'er, who greets Madam Chu."

"Hello, Madam." Wu Xiu'er obediently greeted Madam Chu. Chu Xiaozhi, who stood behind Madam Chu, looked at Wu Xiu'er in Song Tianyao's arms with half of his face from behind his mother, and then smiled at Song Tianyao: "Yao Hello, brother."

"Little Chi, I can't bear you calling me Brother Yao." Song Tianyao said to Chu Xiaozhi with a smile.

The relationship between Chu Xiaozhi and Song Tianyao is pretty good. He is thirteen years old. Although he does not understand all kinds of things in the family, he is still studying. But from the mouth of his second brother Chu Xiaoxin and his mother, Song Tianyao has helped him prepare a generous home. Industry.

Now the second brother's Likang company has 20% of the shares held by his mother on his behalf, and the annual dividends are more than one million Hong Kong dollars.

"Is the house still the favorite?" Madam Chu looked away from Wu Xiu'er who was in Song Tianyao's arms, and then looked at Fen's wife who was standing behind Song Tianyao and dared not come closer, and finally looked at Song Tianyao and asked.

Song Tianyao was taken aback for a moment before reacting. Madam Chu asked her to pay for the villa that Chu Xiaoxin gave to her. She hurriedly said, "I like it, but it's too much for my wife."

Madam Chu waited to go up the mountain to sweep the tomb, but did not continue to talk. After Huang Liu started the car, Fen's wife said a little whistling: "Ayao, you told Madam Chu that Xiu'er is your goddaughter. It won’t be so good, and Ah Shuan is not counted as..."

She wanted to say that Ah Shuan was just a coolie, and he was not a friend of Song Tianyao during his lifetime. Brother, it was just a coincidence that he died to save Song Tianyao. In case it is known to others, Song Tianyao’s daughter is a short-lived coolie daughter. Afraid that Song Tianyao's face would be dull.

"Xiu'er, you are my goddaughter, what should you call me?" Song Tianyao asked without waiting for Fen's wife to finish, turning his head from the front row to look at Wu Xiu'er, who was nestling next to his mother in the back seat.

Wu Xiu'er blinked her eyes and thought for a while and said, "Master Qi."

"It's good. When I finish my recent work, I'll have a drink when I go back to tell everyone that I have a goddaughter." Song Tianyao smiled and looked at Fen's wife: "Actually, I wanted to tell you about Fen's wife, Xiu'er. Call me Master Qi. I can do many things more easily. For example, when arranging her to attend a prestigious school, I don’t need to explain too much with others. It is enough to say that she is my daughter of Song Tianyao, but I’m a little young and afraid of you. disagree."

Sister-in-law Fen of course knew that Wu Xiu'er had more benefits behind her back after Song Tianyao had such a master. At this time, her eyes were a little red from the touch, and she wanted to say something grateful. Song Tianyao looked at Fen's-in-law in the rearview mirror and said first. "Sister-in-law Fen, you don't have to talk about anything, you don't have to do anything. A Shuan helped me do what I should do. Song Tianyao, your fellow Xiuer, did everything for me now and in the future. It was Ah Shuan who did it himself. "