Transmigrated to a Period Novel as the Genius Antagonist's Birth Mother

Chapter 69: Locust Flowers

Grandmother Jiang's grave is in the Eight Treasures Mountain in the capital.

During the Qingming period, it was always rainy. In the Chu Xia morning, it has been drizzling outside. She knew that today, Cen Huai'an would also go to the school to sweep the martyrs' graves. She instructed him to wear a raincoat.

She and Cen Zhengnian took the bus to Grandfather Jiang's house first. By this time, most of the Jiang family members had already arrived.

However, there were also some who hadn't come. They were too busy with work and couldn't take a break, even on rest days. For example, her eldest uncle's wife, Yang Mei, had a job that required her to come as soon as she was called, and it had to be dealt with urgently.

The children didn't come either; they were sent to school.

At this time, it was still drizzling with fine rain, and Grandfather Jiang, being the oldest, couldn't afford to get wet. Jiang Zhishu drove, taking Grandfather Jiang, second uncle Jiang, and second aunt with him. The rest of the people took the bus to get there.

When they got off at the destination, the rain outside had not stopped, only diminished a bit.

Cen Zhengnian held a large black umbrella over Chu Xia's head, and the two followed everyone towards the graveyard.

Eldest Uncle Jiang walked at the forefront today, his expression looking more serious. Everyone's demeanor carried a weightiness, even the usually carefree Jiang Zhida was dressed in proper black Zhongshan suit today, with no trace of his usual laughter on his face.

Eight Treasures Cemetery buried many people, and today, not only the Jiang family came to sweep the graves.

 Regardless of whether they knew each other or not, when people met, they just nodded to each other without exchanging pleasantries.

Grandfather Jiang and Jiang Zhishu had already arrived. Jiang Zhishu was cleaning the weeds growing in the corners around the grave, while Grandfather Jiang sat in front of the grave. He threw things like gold ingots into the brazier while talking to the tombstone.

Second Uncle Jiang stood beside, handing paper money to Grandfather Jiang, his head lowered and eyes reddened. Aunt Jiang, on the other hand, stood nearby, looking at the words on the tombstone with a vacant expression, lost in her thoughts.

Several pots of blooming flowers were placed around the tombstone, not just chrysanthemums but also gardenias, winter jasmines, lilacs...

Chu Xia, along with Cen Zhengnian, walked over and placed the flowers they held in their hands in front of the tombstone.

These were specially prepared by her. At the moment, there weren't many flower shops, but there was a market selling potted plants.

Before Chu Xia came, she and Cen Zhengnian bought yellow and white chrysanthemums. She used newspapers and colored fabric to tie the flowers into a bouquet, adorned with smaller flowers and leaves. The bouquet looked very beautiful.

Cen Zhengnian, seeing the flowers Chu Xia had prepared, seemed to recall something. His lips curled up slightly, "My grandmother would definitely love this. She really loved flowers."

Grandfather Jiang's love for planting flowers and plants was inherited from Grandmother Jiang. In Cen Zhengnian's words, Grandmother Jiang was a person with a refined taste for life. As Chu Xia listened, an image of an elegant elderly person emerged in her mind.

While others offered incense and arranged offerings, Cen Zhengnian silently took the small broom from the basket he brought and swept around the tombstone.