If he could, Tong Qiangqiang wanted to never open his eyes and sleep forever.

Yet she woke up.

"Qiangqiang. Mai Xiuze, who was guarding the bedside, breathed a sigh of relief and asked with concern, "Do you feel any discomfort? I'll help you find the nurse?"

"No, I'm fine. Tong Qiangqiang sat up from the bed. After speaking, I found that my voice was very hoarse and my throat was a little sore.

The wounds on Mai Xiuze's face have been bandaged, and they are no longer as terrible as before. Tong Qiangqiang glanced at it and asked rhetorically, "Are you okay?"

Thinking about the car accident he had with Yan Xi, Yan Xi ...... Mai Xiuze was afraid of making her even more uncomfortable, so he simply said, "It's okay." ”

"Oh......" Tong Qiangqiang nodded weakly, his spirit didn't seem to be in a good state, he paused, and continued to ask dryly: "Did you say that there was a problem with the car's brakes?"

Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, Tong Qiangqiang would ask the cause of the car accident, but now that he really wanted to answer her, Mai Xiuze still felt very difficult.

"Hmm...... Zhu Jinhua...... It's Zhu Jinhua's hands and feet......"

Tong Qiangqiang was slightly stunned, stiffened his neck and stared at Mai Xiuze: "You are driving Han Lie's car again?"

Mai Xiuze was silent.

Tong Qiangqiang smiled faintly, and already had an answer. Immediately, she looked out the window at the sunshine, "How long have I been lying?"

"Yesterday afternoon until now, almost a day. McXiuze replied.

Tong Qiangqiang was in a trance. It's been a day...... No wonder she felt like she had been asleep for a long time...... It turned out to be not an illusion......

"Where is Yan Xi now?" she seemed to think of and asked, asking calmly, calmly to the surprise of Mai Xiuze, he wondered if Tong Qiangqiang still refused to admit the news of Yan Xi's death, just thinking so, he heard Tong Qiangqiang ask again: "Hmm, where is he? You won't let him lie alone on the emergency bed, right?"

Mai Xiuze denied his suspicions and secretly breathed a sigh of relief at Tong Qiangqiang's willingness to accept reality. But her unusual composure is also weird. He couldn't help but look at her suspiciously.

"Or is it a morgue?" Tong Qiangqiang guessed to himself, frowning, "No, the morgue is so cold." Yan Xi will freeze. It's all my fault, I slept too long. ”

Tong Qiangqiang immediately lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and Mai Xiuze stopped her: "Don't worry. Yan Xi's uncle came. They are already doing Yan Xi's funeral. Now it is estimated that it will be cremated. ”

"Cremated?" Tong Qiangqiang was stunned, "How can I be? I haven't even seen him for the last time?"

Mai Xiuze was speechless.

During Tong Qiangqiang's sleep, only Yan Xi's uncle had the power to make decisions about Yan Xi's death. is also considering Tong Qiangqiang's feelings, worried that if she wakes up and faces Yan Xi's corpse with her own eyes, the visual impact will be too great, and she will be even more unacceptable. Just hurry up and take care of everything, maybe there will be less pain.

"I'm going to see him. Tong Qiangqiang shook his body and insisted on getting off the bed.

Mai Xiuze hesitated slightly, but finally did not stop her and accompanied her downstairs.

This is the third time in recent times that Mai Xiuze has come to the morgue. The first time was Zhong Yuanshan, the second time was Zhong Wenhao, but the third time I never expected it to be...... Yanxi.

Mai Xiuze always walked half a step behind Tong Qiangqiang, and only when entering and exiting the elevator and entering and exiting the door, he took a quick step to help Tong Qiangqiang lead the way. He also carefully observed Tong Qiangqiang's expression all the way.

However, there is no expression.

It wasn't until he saw the word "Dian" on the wall from a distance, brushed his hair, straightened his clothes, smiled on his lips, looked at Mai Xiuze, and asked, "What's the matter?"

She was actually wearing the same clothes as yesterday, a little wrinkled, but her hair was fine, and she had combed it with a comb just before she came out of the ward. It's just that her face is a little white, her lips are dry, and even with a smile, her complexion is not too good.

Except for the year of his mother's death, Mai Xiuze hasn't wanted to cry for a long time as a big man, but today he was made sour by Tong Qiangqiang. After a moment, he deliberately touched his chin and smiled a lot: "It's beautiful." ”

"Okay, thank you. Tong Qiangqiang seemed to be relieved and continued his steps.

Before they could walk in, three people inside were the first to come out.

All of them have Chinese characters and faces, and they are all dressed in black. The one at the head is the little uncle of Yan Xi who I have seen before.

The little uncle naturally also recognized Tong Qiangqiang.

The moment they met, both stopped.

Tong Qiangqiang stared at the rosewood urn held by his little uncle, and a whole string of tears immediately slipped out of his eyes: "Why don't you wait for me...... Why didn't you even let me see the last one...... Why ......"

Uncle Xiao and Mai Xiuze looked at each other silently and did not speak.

Tong Qiangqiang raised his arm, trembled his fingers, and slowly touched it: "Where are you going to take him......

"Go home. After answering, probably realizing that it was too brief and too cold, the little uncle softened his tone and said, "You have to do it according to the customs of the family." has already set up a mourning hall for him, invited a master, and after exceeding, he will enter the ancestral hall. ”

"Ancestral hall ......" Tong Qiangqiang muttered, memories flooding back. Her fingers paused slightly, and she asked faintly, "Are you going to put him on that little table where there are no candles or tribute?"

The little uncle understood what she was thinking and shook his head: "No. No. There's no more of that little table. ”

"Oh...... That's good...... That's good......" Tong Qiangqiang breathed a sigh of relief, gently touched the urn, and raised his eyes to look at his uncle: "Can you, let me hold him......"

The little uncle handed it over directly with both hands.

Tong Qiangqiang took it slowly, and there was another string of teardrops, which fell on the urn with a clatter, splashing like rain.

"Let's go. Everyone is still waiting. The little uncle sighed and patted Tong Qiangqiang's shoulder.

Tong Qiangqiang hugged the urn and turned around to walk with his uncle.

Han Lie didn't know when Zhong Ruzhen was pushing a wheelchair and stopping in the middle of the aisle, wearing a hospital gown, the neckline was partially bandaged, and his lips were not bloody, but his eyes were as deep as ever, and there was something faint and unknown in the depth.

Tong Qiangqiang and his little uncle walked over step by step.

Han Lie's gaze stayed on the urn in Tong Qiangqiang's hand, and only turned back to her face when she approached.

He didn't say a word, just stared deeply at her.

Seeing that Tong Qiangqiang was about to pass Han Lie without squinting, Zhong Ruzhen couldn't help but speak, but he only comforted weakly: "Qiangqiang, mourn." ”

Tong Qiangqiang's figure froze, turned his head, his eyes were dark without the slightest ripple, but instead of looking at Zhong Ruzhen, he smiled at Han Lie: "Are you satisfied now?"

"Qiangqiang, you can't blame Uncle for this. Uncle himself has just escaped death. ”

Tong Qiangqiang didn't listen to Zhong Ruzhen's words at all, stared at Han Lie, tears surging out of his eyes, and then said, "Why...... It's not you who died......"

Han Lie was shocked in response.

"Qiangqiang!" Zhong Ruzhen and Mai Xiuze's expressions changed drastically—her words were simply asking for Han Lie's life!

Tong Qiangqiang turned his head, no longer glanced at Han Lie, and continued his steps.

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All the way was muddy, Tong Qiangqiang just held the urn in a daze, and let her uncle take her wherever she went. When she came back to her senses, she found that she had gotten out of the car and entered a large mansion. In the detached Chinese-style courtyard and the solemn mourning hall, there are countless unfamiliar faces, all of whom unanimously set their eyes on Tong Qiangqiang.

"Give me the urn first. The little uncle stretched out his hand to Tong Qiangqiang.

Tong Qiangqiang handed the urn to his uncle, and immediately someone similar to a housekeeper took it again, walked to the front of the mourning hall with the urn in his hand, placed it in the center, and then several people dressed as monks began to prepare the ritual according to the ritual.

Someone on the side sent a set of filial piety clothes to help Tong Qiangqiang wear them together.

"Xiaoyin. ”

A familiar voice came out at this moment.

Tong Qiangqiang followed the prestige out, and was greeted by three familiar figures, and she burst into tears in an instant: "Dad, Mom, Jiajia." ”

The three of them all received the news of Yan Xi's death, and their uncle took them from Australia, so they already knew the whole situation.

When they met, the three of them didn't have the heart or could say anything, Liang Dawson and Zhuang Yirou were temporarily arranged by their uncle because of their identities. Tong Qiangqiang and Yan Jia were left behind.

The ritual was particularly tedious, from the evening of the same day until 5 a.m. the next day, with a temporary two-hour rest. Tong Qiangqiang was already numb and didn't move, still kneeling on the futon, constantly throwing paper into the brazier, staring at the tongue of fire to devour the paper one by one, for a long time, his eyes felt that there was a fire burning in it.

"Eat something. ”

A cold voice sounded overhead, and at the same time, a plate of pastries and a bottle of milk were handed in front of him.

Tong Qiangqiang raised his head, stared at Yan Jia's expressionless face, and pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly: "No need...... I'm not hungry......"

Yan Jia put the saucer and milk on the ground in front of Tong Qiangqiang, then squatted down and suddenly pulled Tong Qiangqiang's foot. Unguarded, Tong Qiangqiang changed from a kneeling posture to a sitting posture, only to find that his feet were so numb that he couldn't straighten them.

Yan Jia raised his eyelids and stared at Tong Qiangqiang, and pointed ahead: "What he remembers most is you, don't let him not even feel at ease when he dies." ”

After speaking, she no longer bothered with Tong Qiangqiang, snatched the dark paper in Tong Qiangqiang's hand, and took over her work.

Tong Qiangqiang pursed his lips, twisted out a small piece of osmanthus cake from the plate, stuffed it into his mouth, then picked up the milk, inserted a straw, and slowly took a small sip. Because I haven't eaten for a long time, I feel a faint feeling of nausea when I eat it. She swallowed the discomfort and swallowed it.

"I'm sorry, Jiajia...... Sorry ......"

The movement on Yan Jia's hand froze for a moment: "There is nothing to be sorry for." It's his life. ”

Tong Qiangqiang lowered his head, his eyes fell on the pastries on the plate, and murmured, "Yes...... I'm his doom......"

Yan Jia frowned and looked at Tong Qiangqiang: "When you say this, you are laughing at his choice and what he has done for you." ”

Tong Qiangqiang shook his head, not knowing what he was denying, and continued to mutter: "It's really all my fault......

If it weren't for her, Yan Xi wouldn't have come to Rongcheng, and everything that followed would not have happened. If she had simply refused to say goodbye to Han Lie at that time, Yan Xi would not have gotten into that car.

It's all because of her......

"You don't like me either, do you?" Tong Qiangqiang looked at Yan Jia and hooked his lips self-deprecatingly, "A woman's intuition is still relatively accurate." You're right not to like me, you should advise him......"

"I didn't dislike you. Yan Jia didn't seem to be used to looking at Tong Qiangqiang, so he turned his face away unnaturally, "I really don't dislike you." The first time I saw you, I may be a little disgusted with you. Later I found out that you were fine. It's just a little annoying once in a while. But you always make my brother happy. ”

Yan Jia has always been quiet and silent, and most of the conversations between him and Tong Qiangqiang are necessary for daily contact, and this is the first time he has spoken more than three sentences with Tong Qiangqiang at one time, and it is from the heart.

"Thank you. Tong Qiangqiang smiled, "Thank you for not hating me......"

Yan Jia glanced at Tong Qiangqiang's depression, and felt a little compassion in his heart.

The following day, continue the sadhana. Under Yan Jia's intentional or unintentional care, Tong Qiangqiang can always eat something to go in, she feels quite ashamed in her heart, she is obviously a sister-in-law, but she has to trouble her sister-in-law to take care of her. But she really can't muster up the energy to take care of other things, and she doesn't want to share her energy with other things. She just wants to send Yan Xi on the last journey seriously.

On the morning of the third day, it was the ceremony for Yan Xi's tablet to enter the ancestral hall. I didn't sleep much for two days, and she basically knelt in the mourning hall, and on the way to the ancestral hall, the white sunlight made her faintly dizzy.

The tablets in the ancestral hall, which were originally covered with red cloth, have all revealed their true faces, densely packed with names, and the light is dim, with Tong Qiangqiang's eyes, he can't see clearly at all. Yan Xi's tablet was placed on the far edge of the left side, and it was not until this time that Tong Qiangqiang could see clearly that the original surname of this family was Fu, and even Yan Xi's name was added in front of this surname.

The other uncles are still in Beijing. Yan Xi's aftermath was handled by the little uncle, and the last stick of incense was also lit by the little uncle in front of the ancestors.

After ending the ritual of entering the ancestral hall, Tong Qiangqiang learned that the last ritual was the burial of Yan Xi's ashes.

Her whole person was like a bolt from the blue.

"Why? Yan Xi's home is not here at all! I'm going to take him back to Australia!"

Tong Qiangqiang is difficult to understand. Yan Xi said that he followed his parents to Australia since he was a child, and he has not been in contact with his grandfather's family for more than 20 years, why did he have to be placed in a strange Rongcheng when he died?

The little uncle's pleasant face was a little untenable: "This is the rule." Even his parents moved back from Australia three years ago. And you, although I haven't had time to give you a genealogy, but Yan Xi took you to the ancestral hall to bow down to his parents, so you will be buried here when you die in the future, and the place next to Yan Xi will be reserved for you. If you don't want to, you can, go now. You don't need to go to the genealogy, you don't have to participate in the subsequent burial ceremony, you have nothing to do with our Fu family, and you don't have to worship on Yanxi's annual death day. ”

Tong Qiangqiang's eyes were dark, and she almost fainted, but fortunately, Yan Jia helped her in time. Tong Qiangqiang looked at Yan Jia and asked Yan Jia with his eyes, hoping that Yan Jia could do anything. Yan Jia's cold face was a little more pale, breaking Tong Qiangqiang's last hope.

"Yes. ”

One word, affirmatively, is what the little uncle said.

Tong Qiangqiang's face turned pale, and he suddenly became more aware of how much evil he had done to Yan Xi. She understood that the bones of Yan Xi's parents had also been forced to move back from Australia. It all originated three years ago, in order to let her get rid of Tong Qiangqiang's identity smoothly, he took the initiative to contact his grandfather's family.

It's all her who has caused him......

However, apart from complying, Tong Qiangqiang couldn't do anything. It doesn't matter if she enters the Fu family tree or not, but if she refuses, she can't see Yan Xi enter the earth with her own eyes, she can't die with Yan Xi, and she can't come to worship Yan Xi. Every one of them was fatal to her.

The cemetery is in the private garden of the Fu family.

Tong Qiangqiang completely understood that what his uncle said about not giving her worship was not a threat.

The tombstone has been carved, and the photo above is Yan Xi's ID photo, which Tong Qiangqiang is very familiar with. The gentle eyebrows and moist smile can never be seen alive in this life.

Tong Qiangqiang thought that her tears had dried up in the past two days, and when she watched his urn being put into the ground at two o'clock, she burst into tears again.

"Yan-West-"

With all his might, the hoarse voice alarmed the birds of a tree, and echoed in the cemetery for a long time.

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When it was over, the little uncle personally asked them to drive them away.

Before joining Liang Dawson and Zhuang Yirou, Tong Qiangqiang first called to Xiyue Court.

"There is something to drink in the ba, if you need to take it yourself. I went in and packed my suitcase. Tong Qiangqiang explained weakly.

"I'll help you, you can hurry. Yan Jia proposed.

Tong Qiangqiang shook his head: "Don't." I want to help Yan Xi fold her clothes one last time. ”

Yan Jia was silent.

Tong Qiangqiang walked into the bedroom, closed the door, and stood with his eyes closed against the wall for a long time before dragging his heavy steps to the bathroom in a trance. I wanted to wash my face and sober up, but I saw a razor on the countertop.

She was stunned for two seconds, remembering that it should have been used by Han Lie that morning.

The razor I just bought is still manual. Tong Qiangqiang stared at the blade on it for a moment, and slowly reached out to pick it up.

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Tong Qiangqiang's face and mental state are not very good, Yan Jia has always watched silently in her eyes, especially her steps are vain, as if she may faint every minute. After Tong Qiangqiang entered the bedroom, Yan Jia was not completely relieved, Tong Qiangqiang entered the door with his front foot, and Yan Jia walked to the door of the bedroom with his back foot, standing against the door frame, paying attention to the movement inside all the time.

She heard Tong Qiangqiang's footsteps, and after a short time, she heard the sound of water, guessing that Tong Qiangqiang was washing his hands or face.

However, the sound of the water lasted longer than she imagined, she didn't think that Tong Qiangqiang would take a bath at this time, she immediately noticed something was wrong in her heart, knocked on the door, and there was no response at all, Yan Jia directly opened the door and went in, followed the movement and walked quickly to the bathroom, and saw Tong Qiangqiang fainting on the ground against the bathtub, and the water from the water valve washed down from her wrist and turned bright red blood.

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In the hospital ward, Zhuang Yirou sat on the edge of the bed, holding Tong Qiangqiang's hand tightly, her eyes were red and swollen, and she was still in tears.

Yan Jia was facing the sofa on the hospital bed, his face was always cold, but his eyes were staring at Tong Qiangqiang on the hospital bed without blinking.

Liang Dawson paced back and forth, listening to Zhuang Yirou's uninterrupted sobbing, and sighed: "The doctor said that it was found in time, and it didn't hurt the major arteries, so it will be fine." If you continue like this, then your daughter will wake up and you will fall ill. ”

"But it's been two days, why can't she wake up...... As long as she can wake up, I don't want to say I'm sick, I'm willing to change my life for a life. ”

"Don't talk nonsense," Liang Dawson couldn't help but scold, "How guilty should she feel if you let your daughter hear this?"

Zhuang Yirou whimpered: "How could she feel guilty? She did such a stupid thing, she just didn't want us at all! She just wanted to go with Yan Xi! Maybe she just deliberately didn't want to wake up, she didn't want to wake up if she didn't die, she just wanted to kill herself!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" This time Liang Dawson's tone was much heavier than Fang Cai's, and his voice was obviously choked and trembling.

Yan Jia, who hadn't spoken for a long time, interjected coldly at this time: "She won't die." My brother won't let her die. ”

On the hospital bed, Tong Qiangqiang's eyelashes trembled slightly, tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, and he whispered softly: "Yan Xi......"

Zhuang Yirou was overjoyed when she heard this: "Xiaoyin, Xiaoyin, you open your eyes and look at your mother, you quickly open your eyes and look at your mother......"

Liang Dawson also immediately walked to the bedside to visit, but Tong Qiangqiang still closed his eyes and did not give them any response.

Liang Dawson's heart hurt again, and he walked out: "I'll still ask the doctor if the results of Xiaoyin's whole body examination have come out, why people just can't wake up!"

The door to the ward was the first to be opened from the outside, and it was the doctor who walked in with the nurse.

"Miss Liang Yin's family, right? Her inspection report has come out. The doctor flipped through the contents in his hand, his brow furrowed, "The cause of her low-grade fever may be found." The time is too short to be completely sure, so we have to wait a little longer and confirm it from the gynecology department. But there should be no mistake, Miss Liang Yin is probably pregnant. ”

"What?!"

Zhuang Yisoft Liang Daosen exclaimed, and even Yan Jia, who was originally sitting on the sofa, couldn't help but stand up.

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On the other side, in Han Lie's ward, someone suddenly slammed in the door from the outside: "Old Han, something is wrong!"

Before Han Lie could react, Zhong Ruzhen was the first to be displeased.

Two days ago, Mai Xiuze also rushed in like this, telling him the news that Tong Qiangqiang committed suicide by cutting his wrists, and at that time the nurse was changing the medicine for Han Lie, Han Lie was too excited to get up, pulled the wound and reopened it and bled a lot.

And Han Lie's first reaction was obviously that Tong Qiangqiang had an accident, and his expression changed slightly: "She, what's wrong with her?"

She hadn't been able to wake up for two days, and he knew it. But he never went to see her in person.

Maybe it's fear, maybe it's ......

"My little niece and daughter-in-law may be pregnant! I just learned from the doctor!