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Shadow

That cemetery used to be the place where Jose and I used to pass.

In the past, whenever we walked on this new outlying island, we always liked to look down at the square white thick wall,

Look at the unique silk cedar in the cemetery and the old iron gate with flowers.

I don't know why, but I never tire of looking at the lonely land surrounded, as if I were attached to it like homesickness

, and we have never been in it at all.

I didn't understand it at that time. Soon, this was the place where Jose was going to return.

yes, Jose fell asleep forever.

In the cemetery in the morning, the sound of birds is like washing, and the wind is blowing, bringing the fragrance of leaves.

Not far from the hillside, you can see the last place where Jose worked, the ancient town, and naturally the blue sea.

I always sit until dusk, and sitting in the dark night slowly brings the shadow of death around me.

It's always the same grave keeper who came up to me with a big copper ring and an old big key hanging from it, and comforted me in a low voice: "Madam, go home!

it's getting dark. "

I thanked him and silently followed him through rows of crosses. Finally, I watched him lock the

iron gate that separated life and death, and then I went to the town with thousands of lights.

When I returned to the rented apartment, as long as my mother heard the footsteps upstairs, the door opened quickly, and I was faced with my father and mother who had been waiting for me all day.

as usual, I shouted, "Dad, Mummy, I'm back!" Then go back to your bedroom, lie down, look at the ceiling, and wait for the dawn to come again. At six o'clock in the morning, the cemetery opens and you can run to Jose again.

My parents immediately followed up in the bedroom. My mother always held a bowl of soup, observed the words, and whispered almost imploringly, "It doesn't force you to stop going to the graveyard, just take a sip. How can you survive without eating anything for so many days?"

I didn't mean to contradict my mother, but I really couldn't eat anything, shook my head and refused to look at my parents again, burying my side

in the pillow. Mother stood for a long time, and then the bowl of soup was held out again.

in the living room, there was a dead silence, and it seemed that father and mother were not talking.

I don't know how many days it is since Lotus * * * went down. A large number of garlands piled up have withered. I knelt on the ground, pulled the iron wire wrapped in the garlands

away, and carried the broken stalks to the distant trash can again and again.

The flowers are gone, and what is exposed in the sun is a piece of yellow and dry dust. Under this harsh land that I have seen a thousand times, my most beloved husband is buried.

Flowers were bought again and put in a big vase filled with clear water. The unnamed loess was as stubborn as silence

. In the breeze, the red and white roses were swaying gently, but they never brought the message of life.

at noon that day, I came down from the cemetery, parked my car, and looked at the passing cars and pedestrians in a daze.

From time to time, passers-by who know and don't know pass by me, stop, hold my hands according to the ancient custom on the island, kiss my forehead, mumble a few words of mourning and then bow their heads and walk away. I'm just numb in thanking them, and I'm not listening to them at all. I pinched a piece of crumpled white paper in my hand, on which were written some things that must be faced:

I'm going to check out at the funeral home, go to the forensic doctor to see the autopsy results, return Jose's ID card and driver's license to the police station, fill out the accident at the Shanghai Defense Command, apply for a death certificate at the court, and go to the city. Go to the Social Welfare Bureau

to declare death, make a long-distance call to the Madrid head office to ask for proof of Jose's work contract, inquire about the

sailing date and cost of sending a car back to Gran Canary Island, and do one after another stinging and helpless trivial things.

I silently figured out which thing to start doing first, and remembered that some documents to be photocopied had been left at home.

It seems very sultry, and the black mourning clothes make people sweat like rain. The

thirst that rose from the moment when I learned about Jose's accident struck again and again.

At this time, at the gate of the post office, I saw my father and mother. It was the first time I saw them in town after he went down, as if I had never taken them out to do things together. They should be the people who are waiting for me to go back at home all day

.

I still leaned against the car door and didn't greet them, but my father quickly pointed at me and pulled my mother across the street.

On that day, my mother wore a navy blue shirt and a white skirt, and my father wore the only gray suit he brought when he hurried back to this island, and even wore a tie.

Mother holds a handful of yellow carnations in her hand.

They walked from the other side of town, and people who are not afraid of the heat like their father are wiping their sweat.

"where are you going?" I said indifferently.

"Look at Jose."

"no need." I still have no reaction.

"We are going to see Jose." Mother said again.

"I searched for flowers for a long time before I bought them in an alley. The people in the shop refused to accept the money, and the words didn't make sense. After arguing for

for a long time, they refused to accept them. We left hundreds of dollars and ran out of the store, and we didn't know if it was enough." My father told me this in a hurry, but I was still indifferent.

Looking back now, my parents not only walked a long way from home, but also didn't know how many detours they took when buying flowers. In fact, they were suffering without sleep and food in those days. At that age, how could they bear to walk such a long way in the scorching sun?

.

"Let's drive to the cemetery, you are tired." I said.

"No, we can still go, you go to work." Mother immediately refused.

"It's a long way and uphill. It's better to go by car. Besides, there is a return trip."

"No, no, you go to work, we know the way." Father also said.

"No, it's too hot." I also insist on it.

"We want to walk, and we want to walk slowly."

Mother repeated this sentence, as if I would cry if I forced her to get on the bus again. The sufferings of these days were

uncontrollable in her voice.

Father and mother silently crossed the street and turned to the road up the hill.

I stood behind them and didn't leave at once.

The flower quilt was tightly held in my mother's hand, and my father bent over as if he were pulling out his handkerchief to wipe the sweat again. In the dazzling sunshine, he was sad. That

obviously crushed their shoulders, so heavily held their pace, and people kept passing in front of me around

, but my eyes only saw the distant back of my parents, and the real physical thirst made people dizzy <

I've been standing there thinking and thinking. I don't know why I'm in this situation, I don't understand why Jose suddenly disappeared

, and I don't believe my eyes-my parents went to a grave with a bunch of flowers there, and Qian Shan came to meet us

, and this dream ended abruptly on a road leading to death.

my eyes are dry, and there is not a tear. I just think about it there.

The owner of the bookstore across the street came up to me and said, "Come on, don't stand in the sun."

I said to him, "Take me to your shop for a drink. I'm thirsty."

He helped me cross the street with my elbow, and I went back to find my father and mother, who were still climbing the mountain, with two sad figures and a bunch of yellow flowers.

When I went back to Jose at dusk, I saw my parents' bunch of carnations planted in someone else's place. It was a new grave next to Jose's death. I heard that an old lady had slept. Two pieces of loess without famous brands will naturally be mistaken. What's more, at the moment of burial, my parents were almost crazy because of my barking. It was impossible for them to know the way to the cemetery carefully at that moment.

"Old woman, it's good to give you flowers. Please take good care of Jose!"

I gently smoothed the scattered sand in the four Zhou Song for the old woman, and helped the misplaced flowers to stand upright again, thinking

, this identified tombstone must be made soon.

In the old carpenter's shop, I drew the shape of a simple cross and explained the height of the fences around it. Then I asked him to make a thick sign and nail it in the middle of the cross. He was also our friend.

"If this epitaph needs too many words, it will have to wait another week." He said sorry.

"No, just carve these simple words: José María Quero-rest in peace."

"inscribed below-your wife commemorates you." I said softly.

"Please come and get it yourself, find a worker to make a grave and carve it with the best wood for you. This job and materials are for < P >, son, be strong! "

The old man's rough and powerful hands held my shoulders heavily, and there were tears in his eyes.

"I have to pay, but thank you all the same."

I bent down to him unconsciously, but I just couldn't cry.

In those days, I always stayed at home with my parents at night, and friends kept coming to visit me. When I spoke Spanish, my parents retired to the bedroom.

The sea outside the window is calm in the daytime. Under the bright moon at night, it caresses the ocean that took Jose's life more tenderly

.

My father, mother and I spent the first Mid-Autumn Festival after twelve years' separation.

It was agreed that I went to get the cross and wooden fence at ten o'clock in the morning, and I didn't see my mother when I went out. My father didn't seem to have breakfast, and the kitchen was cold. He stood on the balcony behind my back, and all he could see was the ocean that could not escape.

"Dad, I'm out." I whispered behind him.

"Do you want to go with you? What to do today? Mom and dad don't speak the language, and nothing can help you. "

I almost want to ask my father to go out with me after hearing his lamentation. Although he really can't speak Spanish,

But if I want him to accompany me, he will feel much better.

"No, I'm sorry for what happened to you ..."

I couldn't go on. I opened the door and left quickly.

I dare not tell my father that I didn't invite the workers to do the grave themselves, for fear that he would go with me even if he was desperate.

I want to move the cross and wooden fence that are still too heavy for me by myself. I want to dig the loess where Jose is buried with my fingers again. I like to build his permanent sleeping garden by myself, and I am willing to dig, nail and enclose it by myself with big stones.

I want to do the last thing in this world for Jose.

The wind was particularly strong that day, and the waves scattered on the embankment next to the driveway splashed as high as the sky.

I was driving slowly, and the sidewalk opposite the dike was also covered with seawater blown by the wind. Suddenly, in front of the rows of old wooden houses

stripped almost to bone gray by the sea wind, I saw my mother wandering alone in the wind and water mist

.

At that time, there was no one on the sidewalk except my mother, and the weather was bad. People who were familiar with the road would not take this avenue by the embankment.

Mother held her purse tightly under her arm, and each of her hands carried two big supermarket pockets. Those

things were so heavy that her mother crouched and dragged her calf slowly step by step.

Her hair is flying in the strong wind, and sometimes it blows up to cover her eyes, but there are so many things in her hands

that there is almost no way to brush the messy hair off her face.

can the woman walking alone in front of me be my mother? Will it be the mother who was wearing a red shirt not long ago and followed Lucy and me to pick wild fruits like children? Is that the same mother? Why has she changed? Why is this obviously her < P > and it's really not her?

This haggard and silent woman's body, without saying a word, flows out her own soul like a river. In her, how deep sadness, grievances, obedience and tears are like an open story book, telling people clearly

.

But she is holding her big pockets firmly in her hand, and no matter how hard it is, she seems to be able to lift them and won't let them go

.

I quickly stopped the car and ran to her: "Mom, where have you been? Why didn't you call me?"

"go shopping!" Mother replied as if nothing had happened.

"I took the empty pocket of the supermarket and walked to the place where I almost thought I was going, so I pointed to the words on my pocket and asked someone,

Naturally, someone will take me by the hand and take me to the door of the food market, and I can come back by myself. Didn't Jose and you drive me

many times before?" Mother still said kindly.

Thinking that my mother has lived in Taipei for half a life and still can't figure out the street, now she is holding a pocket in a foreign land.

She gesticulates everywhere to ask people the way to the food market, but she doesn't know how to take the side street when she goes back to her apartment, leaving the waves splashing on her embankment. I feel so guilty that I can't die by myself when I see her

.

These days when Jose went away, I completely forgot my parents. Selfish sadness made me die. I didn't

know that my parents were still around, and I forgot that they were also in pain. I didn't expect that their world was completely closed because there was no medium in my language. Of course, their lack of daily necessities was not in my mind.

haven't parents eaten anything these days? Why didn't I think of that?

I only remember that a few hours after Jose's family came to attend the funeral, I was sedated and lying in bed, and the medicine was useless. I was still calling Jose back, Jose back! My father was devastated at that time, too. Only my mother didn't come in to talk to me. She < P > gave me to my tearful good friend Gloria because she was a doctor. I remember that day, there was the sound of a frying pan in the kitchen. Afterwards, I learned that my mother was shaking and using a small pan to stir-fry eggs and rice again and again, and to serve my mother-in-law and Jose's brothers and sisters.