Zhou Mingfeng's hometown is Jianghuang, a prefecture-level city.

The past few years have developed rapidly. An airport was built the year before, so the transportation is very convenient. There is no direct flight from Yanjing to Jianghuang, and there will be a transfer in the middle. When Zhou's father and son and Jiang Jinjin arrive at Jianghuang, it is already It's eleven o'clock in the evening. Assistant Liu did everything right, and when they got off the plane, there was a special car to take them to the funeral home. The Jianghuang Funeral Home was built in a relatively remote area. It's just that the road from the city to the funeral home is not very good. The road is bumpy, and the driver explained with fear: "Zhou, there are trucks on this road all year round, so the road conditions are not very good."

Zhou Mingfeng said warmly: "Well, I know, you drive slowly, safety first."

The driver was relieved.

The back seat was spacious, but Zhou Yan didn't want to be a light bulb, so he had to go to the passenger seat.

Jiang Jinjin was also very tired. He turned on his phone and looked at it. It was almost half past eleven.

I was really tired without taking a shower or removing my makeup.

Zhou Mingfeng suddenly stretched out his hand and gently pulled her hand. Seeing her looking over, he whispered: "I watched the navigation route. It will take another half an hour. You can sleep next to me."

Jiang Jinjin didn't squeeze either. He moved to him honestly, tilted his head and leaned on his solid shoulder, "You can also squint against me."

Zhou Mingfeng was not polite to her either.

Zhou Yan saw through the rearview mirror of the car that his father and Ms. Jiang were resting their heads on their heads and seemed to fall asleep.

The pain caused by the death of a loved one does not come in an instant.

It is silent.

Just like Zhou Yan now has an illusion as if he was in a dream, he didn't even think from the heart that his uncle who was so loving to him had passed away.

He was still thinking that when he went, his uncle would take out the watermelon soaked in the well and cut it for him.

After the car stopped, the driver wanted to remind Zhou Mingfeng in the back row to be stopped by Zhou Yan. When he was in the funeral home, Zhou Yan suddenly woke up, his uncle passed away, and there was a burst of grief in his heart, but he was still thinking about the person in the back seat. According to the habit of Emperor Jiang, the children and grandchildren close to him have to watch the night. Given the relationship between his father and his uncle, his father will definitely have to watch the night... Zhou Yan pursed his lips. He still wants his father to rest. After a while, it is good to rest for ten more minutes.

I don't know that Zhou Yan just had this idea, and Zhou Mingfeng's deep and mellow voice came from the back row: "Here?"

The driver glanced at Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan replied: "Just arrived."

Jiang Jinjin also woke up.

The three people got out of the car, and someone outside the funeral home had already been guarding it. As soon as I saw Zhou Mingfeng, he hurriedly greeted him, "Zhou? You have worked hard all the way! Please be sorry!"

Zhou Mingfeng glanced at the two men in suits.

It seems to be recalling who these two people are.

One of them responded quickly and handed his business card, "Mr. Zhou, I am Wang Yuansheng from Xinkai Construction. This time I heard about your uncle and felt very sad. Knowing that you are very busy in Yanjing, I will come and help. You come to entertain the mourners."

Jiang Jinjin understood.

Zhou Mingfeng didn't know these people at all.

These people were well-informed. Knowing that Zhou Mingfeng's uncle had passed away, they rushed over to express their condolences, and by the way, they helped to do some trivial things as they could. After all, funerals were mostly complicated. They must have guessed that Zhou Mingfeng would come.

If Jiang Jinjin saw this kind of scene before, she might have thought that the other snobbery would go into the camp, but now, seeing these two people still here in the middle of the night, after busying with the death of a stranger, she couldn't help feeling deeply: Everyone. It's not easy!

Zhou Mingfeng is obviously more sleek than Jiang Jinjin. He took the person's business card and shook his hand, "Thank you for your hard work."

It was the height of summer, Wang Yuansheng was also greasy. Hearing this, he swept away the tension before, "Zhou President, you are too polite, you have contributed to the construction of Emperor Jiang. This is what we should do."

Under the leadership of the two, Zhou Mingfeng took Jiang Jinjin and Zhou Yan into a condolence hall.

As soon as Zhou Mingfeng entered, other relatives and friends greeted him. Very lively for a while.

Jiang Jinjin and Zhou Yan both wanted to get out of this lively circle, but they were still caught by their sharp-eyed relatives.

After the greeting, Zhou Mingfeng walked heavily towards the ice coffin.

In an instant, the original lively atmosphere suddenly fell silent a lot.

Jiang Jinjin's ear was the words of a distant relative of Zhou Mingfeng, "In fact, this is also a happy event. Mingfeng and his uncle have not suffered any hardships. He is 70 this year, and there is no sickness or pain in his body. It is a blessing to be here with us. "

For many elderly people, passing away in their sleep is the most blessed thing.

As people get older, their organs will gradually age. Many, many people suffer from cancer, and they will die only when they are too thin.

Jiang Jinjin seemed unable to hear others.

She watched Zhou Mingfeng bend down beside the ice coffin, not knowing how long she watched.

The custom of Emperor Jiang is that the incense cannot be broken until cremation. The condolence hall was full of sandalwood scent and smoke. A distance away, Jiang Jinjin couldn't see clearly whether Zhou Mingfeng was crying.

maybe.

At his age, he who has experienced ups and downs may only shed tears when his loved ones pass away.

She really felt his grief.

Very quiet and quiet, as if not.

Zhou Mingfeng bent down and stared at the uncle in the ice coffin. After a long time, he straightened up and came to the spiritual position and knocked his head on the incense. The movements were slow but meticulous. He turned his head and took a look at her. Zhou Yan walked up. He put on the white cloth that is required in the custom here, and came to Zhou Mingfeng's side. The father and son did not communicate, Zhou Yan Yan was only sixteen this year, and suddenly found out that his uncle had really passed away. He knocked his head while gritting his teeth and crying.

Jiang Jinjin also walked over. She was going to get the incense. Zhou Mingfeng said in a dumb voice, "Don't burn it, I will light it for you."

As he said, he took out a lighter and lit three incense sticks to form a stick and handed it to her.

After a while, Zhou Mingfeng decided to stay as a vigil. The funeral home also has a matching lounge. It has a room like a hotel. There is a bed and a toilet in the room. However, Zhou Mingfeng still insisted that Zhou Yan and Jiang Jinjin go to the hotel arranged by Assistant Liu in the city center. Zhou Yan and Jiang Jinjin couldn't help Zhou Mingfeng, so the driver had to send them away again.

After Jiang Jinjin and Zhou Yan returned to the hotel to take a shower, it was already more than one o'clock in the morning.

It was quite sleepy at first, but at this point, I started to feel more energetic.

Zhou Yan was wearing pajamas and knocked on the door and came to Jiang Jinjin's room. He originally wanted to stay in the funeral home to watch the night, but Zhou Mingfeng did not agree. Thinking of Jiang Jinjin, he couldn't sleep.

The two of you looked at me and I looked at you, or Jiang Jinjin remembered that Zhou Yan hadn't eaten tonight, so he said, "Should you go out for supper?"

Zhou Yan is indeed Zhou Mingfeng's big son. After he nodded, he said unintentionally, "My dad didn't eat anything today."

Jiang Jinjin thought for a while, indeed.

Zhou Mingfeng went home directly after get off work. Because he had to catch a plane, neither he nor Zhou Yan had to eat dinner, nor did the plane meal. Zhou Yan was okay. He didn't need to watch the night, but what about Zhou Mingfeng? Staying up late on an empty stomach feels like torture no matter what you think. Jiang Jinjin remembered the sadness and loneliness that he had bent over to look at his relatives in the ice coffin today, and suddenly forgot the motto "Don't sympathize with men will become miserable", and said: "Then we bring him some supper?"

"Yeah." Zhou Yan was really awkward, obviously caring about his father, but still said stiffly, "whatever you want."

Jiang Jinjin found out when he was washing up just now. When we got off the car at the funeral home, no one thought that Zhou Mingfeng would watch the night, so his suitcase was still in the car. When the driver drove them back to the hotel, he also gave her Zhou Mingfeng's luggage by the way. He has to stay up all night, and it would be very uncomfortable if he doesn't take a bath. Thinking of this, she looked at Zhou Yan, "Your father didn't bring his luggage, toothbrushes and towels are all here. I don't know if there are any at the funeral home. In this way, you call him and ask him what to bring?"

Mainly it is very personal and private luggage.

Although the relationship between her and Zhou Mingfeng now is indeed a kind of ambiguity that is not clear, but the reason why the ambiguity is ambiguous is that nothing is said well, nothing is said, and it can further develop into a couple. If you step back and you can become a stranger, when it comes to the relationship where she can go through his luggage, it will not be ambiguous.

Just like, if Zhou Mingfeng flipped through her luggage, her favorability for him would instantly drop to a negative number.

Zhou Yan couldn't get Jiang Jinjin's thoughts at all. Hearing this, he said, "Why am I calling?"

Jiang Jinjin said of course: "You are his son."

Zhou Yan has been with Jiang Jinjin for a long time now, and the relationship is also familiar. He is no longer the cold stepson who said little in the past, and the words spoken from time to time can choke Jiang Jinjin to death.

No, as soon as she finished speaking, Zhou Yan reacted very quickly and immediately said, "You are still his wife."

Jiang Jinjin: "..."

very good.

Zhou Yan: "The wife is closer to the son."

He was right, anyway, he could see that in his dad's heart, his wife is closer to his son.

Jiang Jinjin: "Huh?"