Ai Xin stood beside the coffin, quietly looking at Fang Jun lying inside, with mixed feelings for a while.

She suddenly realized how Fang Jun felt when she stood here a few years ago.

Death means more to them than just taking a fresh life from them.

What they are deprived of is not just a relative, but the support of their own lives, the direction they have worked hard for so many years, the spiritual sustenance of their lives in this world, and the highest mountain in their hearts.

The person who was once invincible and omnipotent in their hearts, the one who took on all the responsibilities of the family on his own, the one who would still leave the gentlest smile to them even if he was busy with work and forced to make a living......

When people are gone, the spiritual sustenance is gone, and what follows is the collapse of life.

But they can't collapse, people used to say that the deceased are like this, and those who survive must be strong and live well, Ai Xin now feels that these are really cool words, and standing and talking doesn't hurt his back.

"Still standing here?"

Ai Jinling's voice sounded behind her, with a hint of displeasure.

"Lots of guests outside, you go and say hello. ”

Ai Xin turned around, raised her eyelids and looked at Ai Jinling, looking at her with some incredulity, could it be that she was wrong to look at her father here? Even if she knew that she should come forward on this occasion, but now her emotions are not able to talk to people well, and Ai Jinling today seems to be even more impersonal than usual.

Seeing Ai Xin's somewhat aggrieved expression, Ai Jinling frowned, and seemed to be a little unbearable, so she turned around and walked out first.

"You wipe your tears, pack up and come out. ”

Ai Xin looked at Ai Jinling's back, nodded even though she was helpless, wiped the tears on her face, and took a wet towel from her bag to wipe her face.

She always felt that today's Ai Jinling was angry with something different from the past, although she usually had a big temper, she came and went quickly, and it was rare to see such an indifferent and irritable appearance as today. Moreover, Ai Xin had an intuition that Ai Jinling's current mood was not because of herself, so she was relieved.

I don't know what's going on, but now she feels a little familiar with the process of going out of the funeral, and when she sees the staff coming in and holding something, she knows what to do next.

She was a little sluggish during the whole process, and when she kept vigil, she looked straight at the photos in the mourning hall, and never closed her eyes all night, until she went out in the morning with the posthumous photos, and almost fell to the ground with a weak leg.

Unexpectedly, Ai Jinling supported her behind her and gently whispered in her ear.

"Hold on a little longer. ”

Over the years, Ai Xin has rarely seen her gentle appearance, and she was a little flattered for a while, but after thinking about it, it was her own mother after all, and on this occasion, she would inevitably show some fragile appearance, and she didn't care what others thought.

When I got home, it was already afternoon, Ai Jinling said a few words and went into the room by herself, Ai Xin knew that she was sad and didn't ask anything, so she sat on the sofa to rest.

To be honest, she is still confused about everything, it feels like a dream, and she only feels that today's home looks extremely deserted, and the house seems to be bigger.

As a child, she loved to climb the handrails of the stairs at home, because it was spiral, and it was especially fun to slide down from it.

Fang Jun loved her and was worried about such danger, so he made a set of multi-functional slides in the garden outside, wanting Ai Xin to play at home.

Unexpectedly, Ai Xin still likes to climb the handrail of the stairs, and every time she sits happily on the ground and claps her hands, after a long time, Fang Jun will let her continue to play on the stairs.

Only Ai Xin himself knew that if it was a slide outside, Fang Jun would definitely let the nanny or Ai Jinling accompany him to play, as long as he didn't fall down. But if the handrail at home slips, there is always a certain danger, and Fang Jun can't trust them, so he will guard them every time.

After the three or four-year-old Ai Xin discovered this secret, he couldn't persuade anyone to go out, so he held the handrail and didn't let go, which won Fang Jun's precious leisure time.

It's not that she doesn't like to play with Ai Jinling, such a young child doesn't understand anything, but she always feels that Ai Jinling is not so close to her, or not with herself, but not so close to everyone, as if she was born superior, usually except for Fang Jun, she won't say anything to anyone.

Ai Jinling's temper and personality are also strange, and she often can't figure out if she says something wrong, and she will suddenly get angry. When she was powerful, she once kicked Ai Xin off the sofa, and once threw the ornaments on the table at Ai Xin. If it weren't for Ai Xin's quick reaction, it is estimated that he would have to leave a scar on his forehead by now.

Thanks to Ai Jinling's blessing, Ai Xin has learned to observe words and emotions since she was a child, and through the expressions and movements of adults, she can tell whether the other party is happy or angry now, know what to say and what not to say, know when to do something, and know how to coax her when Ai Jinling is angry.

Rather than saying that this is her own mother, Ai Xin feels that as she gets older and older, she always feels like she is raising her daughter.

In the past, she thought that every child grew up in such an environment, so "adults" like Fang Jun and Ai Jinling were so smart and exquisite.

But later, not to mention ordinary families, generally wealthy families like them, children don't need to look at their faces to live. Most of the rich second generation are still dressed in fine clothes and food, and everyone serves them, and they look at people with their eyes above the top and their nostrils wherever they go.

So many times, when Ai Xin is outside, ordinary people can only see that she is well-educated, but they can't see that she has a wealthy family.

Ai Xin was young, and as a family member who received guests for a night, and he didn't sleep all night, he was so tired that he fell asleep on the sofa in a daze.

When he woke up, it was already dark, Ai Xin rubbed his eyes, and saw that Ai Jinling was not in the living room, presumably he had never been out of the room.

When she went home to change her clothes today, she found out that Ai Jinling should have taken all the servants in the family away, which is also reasonable. But Ai Xin was still worried about her, so she got up and got some food in the kitchen, and carefully knocked on Ai Jinling's door.

"Mom. Ai Xin knocked on the door and shouted, then looked at the door tentatively, "Come out and have something to eat." ”

"I'm not hungry. A response quickly came from the room, Ai Xin guessed correctly, Ai Jinling should have not slept all the time.

"Mom...... Eat a little, you didn't eat today. If you're exhausted by now......"

"I said I wouldn't eat!" Ai Xin's familiar roar came from the room, she lowered her head in disdain, answered, and went into the kitchen to eat herself.

After washing the dishes and returning to the room, Ai Xin lay on the bed as if he was about to be amnestied, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

It's ironic to say that there is such a big thing at home, Ai Xin hasn't even had time to be sad, collapsed, and desperate, and the first thing is actually worrying - she is worried that she will usher in Ai Jinling's scolding and anger for no reason, and she is even more worried that Ai Jinling will have an emotional breakdown. This time, without Fang Jun in front of her, she really didn't know that she could bear it.

Something behind his back kept holding his back, Ai Xin moved his position uncomfortably, took it in his hand and glanced at it, it was Tong Yu's album.

On the album cover, Tong Yu and his own names are written, as well as the sentence "academic success", shining.

Ai Xin couldn't help but bow his head and smile bitterly, maybe this was fate, and he couldn't help but feel shameless. Ai Xin carefully took out the disc, put it into the computer, put on the headphones and listened quietly.

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