Agath

Chapter 9

(nine)

Bestra Gund was awakened by the sound of singing praises.When she opened her eyes, she realized that the sun was already in the sky.

She tightened the tie of her nightgown, followed the singing to the dining room, and saw Ymir sitting there with a thick copy of "Funeral Encyclopedia" in his arms, and the radio next to him The sound of the saints singing hymns.

"Where's Mrs. Margaret?"

"I haven't seen her today."

"Good morning." Mrs. Gund turned off the radio on the table.

"It's already afternoon."

"Oh, I think so." Mrs. Gund stroked her temple hair, "Ymir, can you..." She turned around and saw a steaming cup of coffee on the table.

"Ah, thank you, my dear son."

The fire is controlled just right, and the aroma of the coffee is overflowing.Mrs. Gund took a sip, and suddenly felt refreshed. "What are you going to do today?" she asked casually.

"I'll close the curtains, stop the clock, cover the mirror with a thick cloth, and go back to my room."

"Don't be so melancholy. Why are you wearing such dead clothes?"

"This is my filial piety."

Mrs. Gund paused, showing a momentary look of bewilderment.But soon, she returned to her original demeanor.

"Let's go for a walk." She suggested, "Go shopping and get some fresh air."

"In ancient times, widows had to mourn for their husbands for two years, at least." Ymir looked up at his mother, with some doubts and reproaches.

"Ymir..."

"If it is in China, you need to build a house next to the grave of the deceased, and then do nothing and live there for three years."

"You and me, let's go out to get some air." Mrs. Gund raised her tone involuntarily, she was a little upset by her son's inexplicable hostility, "Come on, Ymir. You always Your father went hunting with me, but he gave me so little time. Now I just want to spend an afternoon with you, and your father will want you to go too."

Seeing that Ymir was still indifferent, Mrs. Gund sighed deeply.

"You know, your father and I have not always been so estranged. I miss him..." Bestella turned her head, but her eyes were involuntarily attracted by the slender figure outside the window.

The man was leaning leisurely on the back of the reclining chair in the courtyard, with his two long legs folded together and loosely placed on the chair.The long golden hair spread out, as smooth as fine silk.Holding a book in his hand, he was reading it with gusto, not even noticing that he had become a sight in the eyes of others.

"When I was young."

Mrs. Gund looked at the handsome man in front of her, as if she had returned to the era when her husband was full of vigor.