There is always farewell in late autumn. Chapters are updated the fastest
And Huang Tong would rather say goodbye with life than divorce with death.
Everything about the funeral was kept simple, and upon further inquiry, it turned out that Liang Xinyi did not attend to the funeral at all. He also did not want to admit that Fan Qin was dead, so he took Fan Qin's body away on the same day and took it to an unknown location.
Huang Tong asked the Liang family's doctor, and the doctor confirmed: "Carbon monoxide poisoning. I was not breathing when I passed by."
Huang Tong sat paralyzed, his heart seemed to be twisted a few times, and a surge of grief could not stop pouring out.
"Miss Huang, Miss Qin is currently preparing for the funeral. But she said she still needs to discuss it with you." The servants in Liang House were all wearing mourning clothes, and Wei Wei said cowardly.
Qin Mei!
Huang Tong stood up and felt dizzy. It seemed that the journey was too hurried and too exhausting. "where is she?"
"On the way."
When Qin Mei arrived, Huang Tong looked at her blankly and found that she was calm as usual. But Huang Tong understands her and has feelings for her.
Many times, you don't have to worry too much about the person who is crying. She vents her grief and the emotional stress will be released. And for those who are depressed in their hearts, the pressure will get higher and higher until they can no longer bear it. When it pours out, their spirits will collapse.
Huang Tong was scared. She wanted to say something, but Qin Mei's expression was not only calm, but also serious.
"These are the lists I made up. I only sent memorial letters to some of her friends in the entertainment industry. I'm afraid they will attract reporters. Can you take a look?"
There were tears in Huang Tong's eyes, but even after wiping them away, they could not be seen. Later, he simply stopped looking and asked, "Where's Xiaoran?"
Qin Mei shook her head.
"Miss Huang..." an older servant answered: "The second lady said her master could save her, so she and the eldest lady drove there together."
Huang Tong suddenly remembered that rainy night in Tibet...
Qin Mei said: "Mother Wang, come with me to decorate the condolence hall."
When Huang Tong regained consciousness, she was the only one left in the room. "Little K..." Tears burst into my eyes.
"Really? Maybe I don't know how to love. That's why I hurt your baby."
She said this when she learned that she was dating Youluo and went to investigate.
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"You took care of that thing for me yesterday. From now on, your business is my business. I don't like to owe favors. One day, I will pay you back."
Her car once hit someone. At that time, he was giving up on himself, so he took the blame for her. She always remembered it. Later, she thought that it was just for this favor that she agreed to the reporter's interview. It was such a long time ago, huh, she still remembers it.
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Little K... she values a little bit of warmth from others, but sometimes it makes people feel stressed because it's too heavy.
Little K... If you are still here, I will let you know that you really deserve more people to treat you well. These are not gifts from others, but they really like you and like you from the heart, nothing more. You don't need to repay me.
Why are emotions that are common to others so precious to you?
Huang Tong covered his face, tears streaming down his face.
She didn't know how long she cried, until a hand gently placed on her shoulder.
Huang Tong didn't need to look back, he just choked and said: "Zijin...you are here..."
Zijin sat opposite her, looking at her face full of tears, and feeling the same pain in his heart.
"Zi Jin..." Huang Tong cried in a dragging voice and threw herself into Zi Jin's arms, making Zi Jin's front all wet with tears.
Zijin sighed and patted her slowly to help her breathe.
"Little K is so pitiful, she is so miserable. She has always been..." Huang Tong just choked and sobbed, and his voice was broken: "I have never been truly happy..."
Zijin's movements stopped.
Huang Tong felt it, raised his head, and followed her gaze. Just then I saw Qin Mei standing at the door.
Her face began to become distorted, then she covered her mouth, turned around and left quickly.
Huang Tong stared at her leaving, then turned to Zijin: "Sister Qin must be even more sad."
Zi Jin shook his head, hugged her into his arms, and said softly: "Just cry in my arms and don't worry about others."
Huang Tong felt embarrassed after saying this, wiping away tears and said: "I'm not Yin Wen or Yi Yan. I can't coax them, and I won't stop crying."
Zi Jin thought for a moment and disagreed: "Only Yin Wen is like this, Yi Yan has always been very good."
Huang Tong stood up and wanted to chase Qin Mei, but he couldn't let go of Zijin, so he bent down and kissed her forehead: "My dear, you have worked hard these days when I am not at home."
"You have to pay it back." Zi Jin also stood up, and the bright light came through the window. He took her hand and said, "Let's go together." He rubbed it in his hand. He rubbed it until Huang Tong's face turned red, but his heart was still heavy.
The two found Qin Mei. Zijin walked quickly towards Qin Mei, his face anxious: "Have you brought the medicine?"
Qin Mei buried her head and nodded with difficulty.
Zi Jin hurriedly said to Huang Tong: "In her bag, in the second compartment, in the left pocket."
Huang Tong was startled, then hurriedly took the bag next to him and rummaged around, and sure enough he found a spray.
Zijin took the spray and asked her to inhale it. After a long time, her complexion finally improved.
"Sister Qin, do you have asthma? But why haven't I heard you say it?" Huang Tong had never heard of it, and he had never seen her have an asthma attack.
Qin Mei forced a smile: "I don't usually have attacks."
Zi Jin glanced at Huang Tong, with complicated contents in his eyes. "Go and lie down on the bed." After Zijin said that, he helped Qin Mei up. Qin Mei shook her head weakly. Zijin held her arm down and said, "You rest, I will take care of the rest."
Huang Tong looked at the familiarity and trust between the two of them without saying a word, and felt very uncomfortable in his heart, but he also felt that this "not feeling" made no sense.
Qin Mei lay on the bed, looked at Zijin with complete trust, and then closed her eyes in peace. Zijin didn't relax until he made sure she fell asleep. Turning his head, he saw Huang Tong standing blankly, his eyes blank.
This fool must be overthinking it.
Zijin said nothing, passed by Huang Tong, and pulled Huang Tong away.
Huang Tong was pulled out of the door by her, and she said: "She doesn't have frequent asthma, but her attacks are very serious."
Huang Tong nodded.
"I have to take care of things here, can you help me?"
Huang Tong nodded.
Zijin squeezed her hand gently again: "Will you go home today?"
"Yeah." Huang Tong responded in a daze.
It's been an unusually busy few days.
The two lunatics from the Liang family had disappeared, but someone had to take care of the funeral. This may be the last dignity that can be given to Fan Qin.
But everyone is gone...
Huang Tong wanted to make this ceremony perfect to make up for the guilt he felt towards Fan Qin. As a friend, she cared too little about her. She always imagined that if she had it to do over again, she would talk to her more, even if it was over the phone. Even if she has thought about everything, she will tell her about the sea, the blooming of flowers, the ebb and flow of these natural things, and how insignificant human beings are in front of them. Human life is so short in the long history.
The meaning of life is greater than death, isn't it?
Whenever she thought about this, she felt that what she was doing was meaningless.
Because without starting over, little K will not come back alive. She couldn't see these so-called decencies. These decencies are only for living people to see. But what use is it for these living people to have the dignity of a dead person?
Ridiculous, ridiculous...
Huang Tong was in such a mood, over and over again, exhausted mentally and physically.
Whenever I get home, I coax the children to sleep, and then fall asleep too.
Actually, I'm still a little angry.
I am obviously an open-minded person, and I know that there is nothing at all, but I can't explain why, but I always think of Zijin's thoughtfulness and mutual trust that has transcended time, and it is not just her.
I really care.
Just like this day, the busy work finally came to an end and she could go home and have a good rest. It happened that Zijin also came back early.
Huang Tong went to bed first, and Zijin lay down next to her after taking a bath. I asked her why she came back so early, and then talked about what they have been busy with recently.
Then she felt Zijin's hand put on hers, then turned it over and rubbed the back of her hand.
This is Zi Jin's hint.
Huang Tong was a little emotional.
But when she thought that Qin Mei might also know about these little hints from Zijin, she became very angry at herself for why she didn't understand when she was in school.
If I had been with her back then, I wouldn't be so jealous now.
While he was thinking erratically, Zijin had already gotten out of bed.
Huang Tong heard the sound of water in the bathroom and wondered if she had already taken a shower just now.
When Zijin came back, there was a chill all over his body. Huang Tong touched her arm and found it was cold.
It goes without saying that she took a cold shower.
I couldn't help but blush and my heart beat. Then I thought that I had been away from home for more than three months, and I was so busy that I fell asleep these days... It was a bit, not right.
But now is Fan Qin's mourning period. But what does it matter?
Huang Tong was twitching in her heart, and just about to make a move, she heard the wall lamp turn off and the quilt, and her voice said vaguely in the darkness: "Sleep, good night."
"Good night..." Huang Tong tried hard to suppress his annoyance, thinking that he was really bad!
So, I fell into the dream.
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