Long Moxuan's voice sounded very tired across the phone: "Yurou, there are still 16 hours left, and grandma's memorial service is about to start." ”

Leng Yurou breathed softly, and said slowly: "Mo Xuan, people can't be resurrected after death, you have to hold on to ......" It seemed that there were many things to say, but he couldn't say a word. I have never felt empathy for this, at this moment, Leng Yurou only thought of her mother, when her mother died, the unforgettable pain, any language is pale and powerless.

And Mo Xuan has lost Shangguan Jin Feng now, and he must be in a bad mood. What is the use of these words of comfort? When a person is most in pain, perhaps he does not need any pale words of comfort, the warmth of a hug is more powerful.

However, Shangguan Jinfeng's memorial service - Mo Xuan, forgive me, in this case, it is indeed inconvenient for me to attend. What is this? Married in order to fulfill Shangguan Jinfeng's last wish, obviously his wife, but not the woman he loved, the embarrassing identity, Leng Yurou still didn't think about how to face it.

Through the phone, Long Moxuan's breathing became unstable, and Leng Yurou could only listen quietly without saying a word.

Long Moxuan called in a low voice: "Yurou, I'm in so much pain!" and choked up and couldn't say any more.

Leng Yurou suddenly felt a spasm in her chest, she opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything. Thousands of miles apart, listening to Long Moxuan's breathing in the air, Leng Yurou had a moment of trance. She could almost imagine Long Moxuan frowning now, curled up. Like that, he is like a child who has been wronged, and people can't help but want to warm him.

However, this kind of mood is just my mother's love, not love, right?

Leng Yurou smiled bitterly, still holding the phone, sat down on the edge of the bed, and listened to Long Moxuan's suppressed whimper on the phone. Whenever the night approached, Long Moxuan would always think of Shangguan Jinfeng, and tomorrow would be Shangguan Jinfeng's memorial service, so it was no wonder that he would lose control of his emotions.

Long Moxuan tried his best to hold back and not let himself cry. He clutched his chest and said in a deep voice: "Yurou, can you say something?—— sing, I just want to hear your voice, okay?"

Leng Yurou hesitated for a moment and said, "But, I can't sing......"

Long Moxuan was extremely disappointed, and his heart seemed to fall endlessly, falling into the endless dark abyss......

Leng Yurou's eyes raised and said, "Why don't I play the piano for you?"

Long Moxuan nodded silently at the phone.

Leng Yurou didn't hear the answer, but as if she knew Long Moxuan's response, she turned the mobile phone earpiece to hands-free mode, walked out of the bedroom quickly, and went straight to the third floor.

When I came to the warehouse, I lifted the big red piano cover, and there was a thin layer of dust on the black piano cover. After all, it had been idle for a long time, Leng Yurou gently opened the piano cover, sat in front of the piano, put the mobile phone aside, and put her hands lightly on the piano.

"Ding", a soft note flowed from the fingertips, Leng Yurou's hands were on the keyboard, flicking it irregularly, and he didn't think of a suitable tune in his heart, so he just played it randomly. But what came to mind was the mother's face. After a while, it was Shangguan Jinfeng's kind smile again. Thinking about it, the song "Mother's Kiss" was transmitted to Long Moxuan's ears through the mobile phone.

The gentle and slightly sweet tune, the light notes, inexplicably have a calming power. Long Moxuan put the phone next to his ear, rolled up and lay on his side, and gently closed his eyes. The long eyelashes, trembling slightly, trembled lightly as he gradually calmed down, and filled with tears.

Leng Yurou hadn't touched this piano for a long time. It was a 15th birthday present from her mother. As I flicked and flicked, the memory seemed to go back to that 15th birthday party......

Just a simple but warm family gathering. At that time, Leng Zixuan was already a woman in her forties, but she was extremely well maintained, because she never had to worry about the trivial things of life, and she was immersed in love, and her whole person was filled with a youthful and beautiful atmosphere, like a girl.

That night, Leng Yurou's birthday was at their "home" as usual. Later, Leng Yurou learned that the original house was only bought by Bai Qiguang outside for his mother to live in, but Leng Yurou at that time was still a princess who was pampered like jewelry.

When the workers brought the black and white piano to the lobby, Leng Yurou was as excited as a child who had won the world's treasure, and kissed Leng Zixuan and Bai Qiguang on the faces.

Bai Qiguang stood aside with a smile, looked at Leng Yurou, and asked with a smile: "Xiaoyu, hurry up and use your new piano to play a song for your parents, okay?"

"Of course no problem!" Leng Yurou replied confidently.

Leng Zixuan sat on the sofa, hugging nine-year-old Leng Yarou. Leng Yarou's little face was also filled with a faint smile, they looked at Leng Yurou with a smile, Leng Yurou just stood in front of the piano and played, humming softly while playing.

Leng Yarou looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but raise her little face and ask Leng Zixuan, "Mom, I also want to play the piano with my sister, okay?"

Leng Zixuan smiled and kissed her daughter's pink face, patted her little brain, nodded and said, "Go ahead." ”

Leng Yarou happily jumped off Leng Zixuan's knee and ran to her sister's side, because she was not tall enough, Bai Qiguang brought a chair to her daughter.

Leng Yurou and Leng Yarou sat side by side, one left and one right, and the two sisters looked at each other and smiled. Leng Yurou played seriously, Leng Yarou played it casually, Leng Yurou was not angry, she just messed around with her. The whole house is filled with an atmosphere of joy and beauty.

Since Leng Zixuan's unfortunate accident, Leng Yurou has never touched this piano again. And tonight, she was immersed in memories, and her mood was sour and sweet. Those beautiful pictures, those sweet memories, are all in the past. Now that my mother has died, my father is languishing, and I and my sister have grown up, those happy times are gone.

Leng Yurou's thoughts gradually peeled out of her memories and thought of Long Moxuan. The feeling of losing Shangguan Jinfeng should be the same as the pain of losing his mother, right? However, he can't be by his side.

Although it is his nominal wife, she can justifiably attend Shangguan Jinfeng's memorial service, but it is just ...... Leng Yurou didn't want it, Long Moxuan introduced himself to everyone because he "had to".

If he could, one day, he would willingly introduce himself to his relatives and friends......

Leng Yurou couldn't help but bow her head and smile bitterly, at this time, she would even think of this matter, it was really cranky. She picked up her phone and gently put it to her ear. And in the earpiece, Long Moxuan's steady but calm breathing came. Leng Yurou took a breath and asked softly, "Mo Xuan, are you listening?"

No response. Leng Yurou listened to the voice again, it seemed that he had fallen asleep. She couldn't help laughing, kissed lightly into the conversation, and hung up the phone silently.