"Mrs. Cai, we have made a final judgment on your daughter's case, and the family of the deceased will arrange the funeral. Do you need to make an appointment with us to collect the body?" On April 15, when the criminal police officer in charge of the case called Mrs. Cai apologetically, Mrs. Cai's heart was like a knife, and she let out a heart-rending wail.
For several days, I had been waiting for the news that my daughter would return home safe and sound, but suddenly received the bad news like a bolt from the blue. Mrs. Cai sat down on the ground, weeping bitterly with all her strength, begging for an explanation that she could not see anyone alive or dead.
She didn't want to believe that her daughter, who had been thinking about it day and night, had left her like this and would never come back.
Mrs. Cai took over all the burden of collecting the body and treating the funeral, and she seemed to be ten years old overnight. "Book a plane ticket to Hong Kong, Mom needs us. After the fifth sister softly comforted the overstimulated and trance-stricken seventh sister, she made dozens of phone calls to her brothers and sisters.
The grief that penetrated into the bone marrow made the Cai brothers and sisters temporarily restrain their emotions, just to show strength in front of Cai's mother and no longer increase her psychological load.
The owner of the noodle shop brought his own handmade pasta, with the most sincere condolences from the family. Mrs. Cai choked in front of the cabinet full of food, can her daughter still taste the noodles that her mother made for her in the spirit of heaven? Will she be hungry and suffer? Cai's mother's tears fell on the noodles one by one, but she could no longer taste a trace of taste.
The whole family was by the side, coaxing her to eat one bite at a time with a heavy heart, but the bitterness was still there.
Holding a dignified funeral for her daughter was Mrs. Chua's last wish, and she prayed all night and night, hoping that God would bless her daughter's soul in peace. She was devastated by the imminent separation, but she gritted her teeth and straightened her back - thankfully, her family was close by.
The moment the mother's family learned the bad news, the elders cried bitterly, and more than one fainted. The younger sisters were so grief-stricken that they cried with tears.
Cai Tianfeng's cousin hugged her daughter, who was still in elementary school, desperately pressed the pain in her heart, comforted her daughter with one hand, and patted her old mother's back with the other.
The journey to mourn was long and hard, but the mother's family did not hesitate. They quickly packed their bags, and the tickets from Hainan to Hong Kong were sold out in the shortest possible time.
In the airport lobby, black-clad mothers boarded the plane in batches, and the air was filled with invisible mourning. After the plane took off, some people looked at the photos of Tianfeng when he was a child with red eyes, and some people fell asleep in their seats with their heads down.
"Auntie, do you want tea?" After getting off the plane, Cai's mother's brother waited at the exit early, and when he saw his mother's family, he warmly greeted him. Everyone's emotions finally found an outlet for catharsis, hugging their heads and crying, looking in a trance, confiding their thoughts to the Cai family's brother.
Mrs. Cai endured her grief and took care of every family member who came to the mourning hall from afar. She let her mother's family live in her own empty house, and she was busy cooking local hometown dishes in Hainan all day long, for fear that one person would eat less.
Seeing the old and young of her mother's family getting together, Mrs. Cai, who was stubborn, secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. What is held in the hand is the strongest bond between the two extended families.
Chris led the two children into the funeral home, and the originally noisy hall fell silent for a moment. The children were already crying and sleepy because of the news of their mother's death, and this tortuous environment made the little girl cower behind her father, looking around with big eyes.
When the little boy saw the stranger in his eyes, he didn't know what was going on. Until his gaze fell on a large photograph of his mother, in which the woman was smiling and her eyebrows were familiar and kind.
"Mom!" The little boy screamed, and was about to run forward after breaking free from the nanny's hand.
Chris hugged his struggling son, two lines of tears running down his cheeks. "Mom is going to a far away place...... We can't see her again.
Chris choked up and explained to the child. "Why? She doesn't want us?" When the little girl heard this, she burst into tears.
It was not easy for the children to calm down their emotions, and the flash of the photo stimulated their young and sensitive nerves. The little girl ran back to the morgue and sat down in front of her mother's portrait, her face covered with tears and snot.
The little boy's newly regained smile faded a little, and he walked up to his sister and squeezed her little hand.
"Is Mom doing now?" The eyes of the two children locked on their mother's familiar face, and they asked innocently and earnestly in a low voice. The lights of the funeral home flickered on and off, and the children waited for questions that would not be answered.
The funeral home is filled with the faint fragrance of flowers, and the pink decoration brings a bit of warmth. Cai's mother deliberately chose her daughter's favorite pink crystal yarn and moon flowers, and matched them with pale pink ribbons to decorate the surroundings of the mourning hall.
The main color of the morgue is also moon pink, which is gently hit on the portrait of her daughter, like the halo of an angel.
The flower language of the pink moon season is "eternal thoughts", which is Cai's mother's most sincere confession to her daughter. The decorations she carefully selected are interlocking, just to let her daughter lie in pink sleep, and feel the tolerance and warmth of maternal love in another world.
Cai's mother, dressed in black, sat at the door of the morgue with a kind expression, but her eyes kept drifting to her daughter's remains and the large sea of moon-season flowers behind her. The guests also involuntarily looked in that direction and sat quietly for a long time.
The sparkle attached to the white petals gives this quiet pink more mournful charm.
"Mom, look, Tianfeng, she's still smiling. The seventh sister clenched Cai's mother's hanging hand and tried to squeeze out a smile. Cai's mother closed her lips tightly and nodded with tears in her eyes.
She felt that her daughter was by her side, peaceful, gentle, and quiet.
The monks invited by Cai's mother wore golden shawls and boiled incense in front of the Buddha. His low and soothing voice was faintly heard from the wisps of green smoke, which was very solemn.
"Nan no Amitabha, child, can you hear your mother's voice, are you okay now?" Cai's mother knelt opposite the monk, clasped her hands together and made a vow. Her lips squirmed, as if she was talking to her daughter Tianfeng.
The monk poured a bag of rice into the copper bowl, and the crisp sound of collision echoed in the empty hall. "Kundi requiem, vicissitudes. Rest in peace, child!" He recited the incantation word by word, and threw the trick into the fire without hesitation.
"Tianfeng's soul has finally been overtaken away, and it is time for my mother to let go. The seventh sister stood up with Cai's mother in her arms, and looked at the photo of her stroking her daughter and shed tears of relief.
Outside the morgue, the monk's hands were also smiling.
On May 8, the court held a second trial of Cai Tianfeng's murder. Cai's mother and in-laws came to the court in advance, hoping to administer justice for their daughter.
After the trial, tears of grievance burst out of his eyes again. The judge questioned Cai's mother and in-laws in detail to learn about the victim's pre-mortal situation. The in-laws submitted the details of their son-in-law's domestic violence, and what shocked the court was the torture that Cai's mother said her daughter had suffered before her death.
"My daughter is so beautiful and decent, how can she marry such a person!" Cai's mother pointed to the indifferent murderer in the dock and burst into tears. She submitted her hospital medical records and recounted her daughter's frequent physical examinations.
The judges and those in attendance all had red eyes. For a moment, sadness, anger, and powerlessness were intertwined, and it was breathless.
"Trust in the justice and power of the law. The judge solemnly promised the victim's family, "I will definitely deal with it impartially and will never let good people suffer!"
I only hope that her daughter is now resting in peace, but Cai's mother can no longer erase this bloody case in her heart. The trial at the end of July was her only hope.
At the foot of Baolian Temple, the breeze blows, and the green pines and cypresses are swaying. Holding her daughter's urn, Cai's mother slowly walked through the long corridor and came to the long-booked columbarium.
She gently pushed open the door of the ashes and placed her daughter in a delicate porcelain urn of dragon flying phoenix dance. The urn lid was slowly closed, and Tianfeng returned to his final destination. The cool porcelain urn will always accompany her, like a hug that never melts.
"Tianfeng, mom can't bear you!" Cai's mother stroked her daughter's name and tears rained down. The seventh sister and her brother stood silently aside, helping their mother to stand up.
Their silent but resolute support for their mother to continue to live was their last courage.
Cai's mother stared deeply at her daughter's urn, her eyes full of sorrow. whispered softly, as if he was talking to himself, and like saying goodbye to his daughter's heart. This time, she was finally able to let go.
The beautiful soul of my daughter has inhabited heaven forever.