In the black-framed portrait, Seung-mei's father is still the same as before, with a young and tenacious smile. Looking around, apart from Chengmei and her mother who had been kneeling in front of the portrait, making belated confessions, there was not even a single accompanying relative. Not only that, there were only a few wreaths. This made Zheng Yucheng feel a boundless emptiness in his heart. and desolate.
Zheng Yucheng bowed solemnly and stood behind Chengmei. For two whole hours, Zheng Yucheng silently listened to Chengmei's muffled sobs. On the other side of the table, Yin Qingshan's eyes were as confused as if he had dived into the deep sea without waking up from a nightmare. For a moment, Yucheng felt deep sympathy for the mother and daughter.
"Chengmei." Yucheng greeted her with an almost faint voice. Chengmei slowly turned around, with tears still in her eyes. Unknowingly, the small water vapor quickly gathered into huge teardrops, It slipped from Chengmei's pale, almost bloodless cheeks.
"Are you okay? Are you still feeling uncomfortable with your face so flushed?" Chengmei nodded slightly, with sadness as long as a journey buried in her lowered eyes. For a moment, Yucheng really wanted to stroke the hair hanging above her forehead over the tears.
Yucheng really hopes that he can temporarily become her spiritual support. But he knew very well that the feeling of pity and love could easily lead a man to indulge his own desires, thus causing an even greater tragedy for an innocent woman. So even though he was facing the pitiful Chengmei, he still turned his back and walked out of the mourning hall with complicated emotions.
"Brother Yucheng, please, can you help me? Even if you don't do anything, just stand behind me and stop walking?"
Originally, I wanted to give her a few more instructions and then find a suitable reason to leave. But when he stared closely at Chengmei's eyes that were scattered like incense candles lit in the mourning hall, Yucheng could hardly say anything except agreeing to her request, because Chengmei was so isolated and helpless at this moment. .
"Please invite the family members to come in and see him for the last time."
Looking at the scene in front of her, from a stiff corpse to eyes full of gray, Chengmei couldn't help but feel dizzy, and her already weak body couldn't help but shake a few times. At this time, someone protected her from behind. This man had a broad chest and strong hands, and then Zheng Yucheng's deep yet soft voice sounded in Chengmei's ears.
"Cheer up, you can't fall down here."
"You look very haggard. Let's go and have something to eat." Chengmei had been immersed in sadness and didn't hear clearly what Yucheng was saying. She just instinctively turned her head in the direction of the sound. Zheng Yucheng, who was also looking straight ahead, repeated what he had just asked.
"My face is so thin that I'm almost out of shape."
When Yucheng asked, Chengmei suddenly realized that she had not eaten properly since the day before yesterday. There were several stir-fried dishes and fragrant beef soup sent by neighbors in the corner of the mourning hall. But psychologically She had no appetite at all, but her belly betrayed her master at the critical moment.
"Gululu" is the sound of the stomach and intestines striking, especially in a silent environment, it is as clear as the morning dew falling from the leaves.
"Let's ask our friends to help us take a look for the time being. You and your aunt need to eat something."
The place where Zheng Yucheng took Li Chengmei was a small but neat restaurant nearby. After sitting down, Yucheng didn't ask her what she wanted to eat, so he ordered two golden noodles on his own initiative. Probably because it was close to closing time, the stall's business was very deserted, so the food they ordered was served quickly.
"Cheungmei, please eat quickly. If you refuse to use the chopsticks, Auntie will not be able to eat anymore."
Zheng Yucheng directly picked up the bowl of noodles placed in front of Chengmei and urged her to eat quickly, but Chengmei just stared blankly at the wisps of hot steam rising up in front of her.
"Brother Yucheng, can you not eat it? I really don't feel like that. When I think about the fact that my relatives who have protected me for more than 20 years will never see me again, I really, I really..." Chengmei's voice was so choked that it was hoarse. , despite this, she still desperately vented her sadness.
"Be obedient, you don't have to eat the food, but the living must continue to live. Think about it, the heartbroken aunt just fainted once. If I wasn't around at that time, what would you do? What to do? At least one of the three people must be strong enough to stand at the front."
The golden noodles were heart-burningly sweet, but Seungmi still stuffed a big mouthful into her mouth, then retched but forced herself to swallow it. How to describe the expression on her face? Tragic and heroic, even though tears welled up in his eyes, he still bit his lip in the end.
As soon as Chengmei's mother inserted her chopsticks into the steaming noodles, tears suddenly welled up from her heart, and she quickly turned her gaze to the window. In order to prevent the sadness from passing on, Chengmei directly stretched out a hand to smooth her hair, and then pressed her face against the noodle bowl, picking up the sadness in her heart one by one as if in slow motion.
Such a complicated expression was like a sharp arrow, piercing Yucheng's internal organs deeply.
"What should I do? What should I do, brother? Do you know that I really can't hold on anymore." Even though Chengmei herself could also realize that at this time, the customers on the other tables in the small restaurant were paying attention. She focused on herself, but she couldn't care about that much anymore. She didn't want to do anything except cry hoarsely.
"Don't be like this." Zheng Yucheng gently held Chengmei's soft but helpless hands.
"Brother Yucheng." Pearl-like tears hung on her face, and her cry pierced deeply into Yucheng's heart like a sharp dagger. Feeling that his eyes were getting moister, the two stared at each other for a long time.
