"Xiao Qing, how old are you now?"
"Aunt Youyou, have you forgotten? This year is 2104, and you just celebrated your 99th birthday yesterday."
After Xiaoqing finished speaking, I didn't reply to her, I just waved my hand towards her.
Look, tombstones of different sizes were erected in front of me. Some of the black and white photos on the tombstones are unfamiliar, some are familiar, some are familiar, and some are very familiar.
I really don't know who will know our story after I leave, maybe no one will.
Thinking of this, I said to Xiaoqing: "Xiaoqing, after I leave, bury her here too. I'm going to accompany your mother."
"Aunt Youyou, I don't want to talk about this. Hurry up, bah bah bah."
I forced a smile at her, and then looked at the tombstone again. I saw lines of words engraved on the tombstone: Tomb of Qingshui, Tomb of Wu Xuanxuan, Tomb of Borg Lewis, Tomb of Jecklis, Tomb of Tianmu, and Tomb of Kongshan.
I looked at these familiar yet unfamiliar names, and everything in the past resurfaced in my mind. I don't want our story to be gradually forgotten by the world as time goes by. I want this story to be known to you.
So, are you ready?
The story begins with an invitation decades ago...
