Xiao Nantian's funeral

Xiao you pursed her lips and said nothing.

Xiao Musheng also out of the eyes, for a long time just said: "that's hard from aunt."

"It's all a family. Don't say it's hard or not. After a while, Qiushui wakes up, and your sister and brother comfort her. Now, she's left with you. " Li Yafeng sighed, and her eyes were red when she spoke.

"Well, we know, from Auntie."

"All right, then I'll go back first." Li Yafeng pats Xiao Musheng on the shoulder and tells Xiao you a few words before leaving.

The death certificate in the hospital has been opened. Bai Mohan went to get it. Until the thin paper appeared in front of Xiao you, she had a feeling that this person really didn't have it.

"Han, do you know? Xiao Nantian is dead. I actually It's a little sad Xiao you's lips raised a wry smile, but when he spoke, the big crystal tears were smashed down like death.

In the heart ache ache, as if empty a piece.

White Mo Han sighed a, what also didn't say, embrace her into the bosom.

In this world, the most unreasonable is blood is thicker than water. No matter how much she hates him and how much she denies their relationship, the fact is that Xiao Nantian is her father, and she has the same blood as him.

In her life, she had two dads, Gong Shaohua and Xiao Nantian.

One carries all her love and nostalgia, the other, she only hates him.

But after losing, her mood is the same.

It's painful. It's painful.

She couldn't explain and tried to persuade herself not to cry, but she couldn't control it.

"Cold, I feel bad, especially bad." She tightly grasped his clothes, out of control emotions like torrents, she cried a hard.

Until her mood was a little more stable, Bai Mohan gently raised her small face, wiped away the tears on her face, and lovingly kissed her red cheek, and said in a soft voice, "are you better?"

"Well." She gave a whimper.

"Just let it out after crying. Go to see Mu Sheng and aunt Jiang. Aunt Jiang may have woken up. "

"Good." Xiaoyou let him embrace himself and enter the ward.

Jiang Qiushui did wake up. At this time, he lay flat on the hospital bed and looked at the ceiling without any reaction.

Xiao Musheng red eyes, see Xiaoyou and white ink cold come in, like to see hope, quickly stood up and said: "sister, brother-in-law, you come?"

"Well. How's mom? " Xiaoyou nodded and asked.

Xiao Musheng's face darkened, and he shook his head sadly: "I've been like this since I woke up. I don't speak and I don't have any reaction."

Xiaoyou frowned, walked over, reached out and shook his hand in front of jiangqiushui's eyes, and tried to make a sound: "Mom?"

As Xiao Musheng said, he didn't react at all, and didn't even blink his eyes.

"Did you call the doctor?" Xiao you asked.

"When I woke up, the doctor had come to see me and said something, but I was too sad."

Hearing this, Xiao you sighed: "it's OK. Mom just can't accept the fact for a while. After all..."

After all, it was the man she had loved for so many years.

She can fully understand Jiang Qiushui's heart.

When Bai Mohan fell off the cliff, everyone thought he was dead, so was she. Every day she was like a walking corpse, unable to find the meaning of living.

If she had not been pregnant with Meng Meng in her stomach at that time, she might not have been able to persist at all.

Thinking about this, she couldn't help being worried, so she took Musheng to one side and whispered, "Musheng, during this period of time, we are taking turns to accompany our mother. We must ensure that there are people around her all the time. We can't let her stay alone. Even if we eat and go to the toilet, we have to accompany her. Do you know?"

The meaning of her words was very clear. A little shock flashed on Xiao Musheng's face: "sister, are you worried about her..."

"Musheng, you may not be able to understand this kind of pain. Many things are just in a moment. When your brother-in-law had an accident, my mother and I are about the same now, but at that time I still had a cute baby in my stomach, and now my mother... "

"Mom doesn't want us!" Xiao Musheng was very flustered.

"Not without us, just..." Xiao you doesn't know how to explain. "In a word, in order to be on guard, we have to guard mom. If it's OK, it's better. If it's ok..."

Xiaoyou dare not go on.

"I see, sister." Xiao Musheng's look became serious and said seriously.

"Good."

"It's just, sister, you're not very well now, so you'd better have more rest. I'm young and strong. I spend more time with my mother. You don't want to refuse me. Now that something like this happens, if you let me have a rest or let me go to work, I don't have the heart. It's better to stay by my mother's side, at least to seek peace of mind. And even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your baby. " Xiao Musheng seemed to have guessed that she was going to refuse and said quickly.Xiao you's words were blocked in his throat. When he finished, he was moved again. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "OK, I'll listen to you."

Li Yafeng sent them some simple clothes and daily necessities, and asked for two more beds in Jiang Qiushui's ward for Xiao you to accompany them.

Although it's usually another room, jiangqiushui is in a special situation now. They dare not stay away from it.

It's two days since Xiao Nantian left. Jiang Qiushui is still the same as before. She doesn't respond to anything from the outside world. Fortunately, she occasionally gets up from bed and stands on the windowsill to see the scenery. It's not worrying whether she should eat or drink.

It's just that her every move, like a set program, is mechanically uncomfortable.

The third day is the day of Xiao Nantian's funeral. After Li Yafeng told Xiao you the news, Xiao you hesitated all the time about how to tell Xiao Musheng.

Her hatred of Xiao Nantian is far less than that of Xiao Musheng. But anyway, Xiao Nantian is their father. This is the last time to see him.

And Jiang Qiushui, if you tell her, I don't know if she can bear it.

Xiaoyou stood at the door of the ward for a long time without knocking. Just as she hesitated, the door of the ward was opened and Xiao Musheng stood face to face with her.

He didn't ask her why she didn't go in. He didn't ask her what happened. Instead, he said, "tomorrow's funeral, I'll go."