Chen Xiaoqian placed the photos on the ground and handed the bottle of alcohol to Yu Minglang.
"Go on, have a drink with him. Why dwell on right and wrong between you two, drink this to sever the ties and let it go!"
With tears in his eyes, Yu Minglang grabbed the bottle and drank it all in one go. After drinking, he smashed the bottle on the ground, "Today we send you off, drink to our hearts' content, tomorrow the memory will linger on forever, Balan, goodbye—"
The final two words, he never spoke, leaving only a lingering echo amidst the small grove, like a piece of time difficult to articulate.
That day, Yu Minglang, who had never been drunk, truly got drunk.
One bottle of alcohol was enough to make him lose consciousness. In a daze, Yu Minglang felt as if his wife was supporting him, staggering towards the car. He vaguely heard her mumbling complaints.
"You don't have much meat on you, but supporting you feels like carrying Mount Tai!"
