Su Chunyan died of illness, just when this spring was just starting, the ice and snow meltwater had not yet penetrated into the frozen soil delicately, the delicate shoots had not been lazily pulled out of the dead branches, the sun had not yet begun to become warm on the body, and the spring cold made people feel even more cold.

Su Junge sat on the ground, just like when she was six years old, she was also sitting like this, but there were no tears on her face at that time.

Qi Yu knelt opposite her, dressed in plain clothes, and his face was silent.

This is the United States, when the funeral in the United States does not wear white, wear black, but it is the Chinese who die, and China's white things wear white clothes, draped in linen and filial piety.

Su Chunyan passed away at the age of sixty, but he couldn't do it anymore, not to mention that Su Junge was so sad. Even the two children couldn't cry, shouting for grandpa.

Lin Yan's family came to condole, looking at the white silk paper money in the room, and they were also crying tears. "Sister, I'll take the two children away for a while, and the two of you will be busy with the funeral first, so that the children won't suffer with them, okay?"

Su Junge hugged Lin Yan and cried for a while, only then did he stop his tears, and nodded silently, "Thank you, sister, thank you." Then he slammed his head on the ground, and when he got up again, he saw a red mark on his forehead.

"Sister, what are you doing!" Lin Yan hugged her, tears welling up again.

"In our ancestral hometown, filial piety is worthless. Su Junge held Lin Yan's hand, and then pulled over the two children and handed them to her. "Go ahead, follow my godmother to eat something delicious, obedient. ”

"Sister Susu, let's go. Xiao Linsheng stepped forward and grabbed Zino's hand.

The two children were obedient, but they were also hungry and uncomfortable, although they were reluctant to let their mother go, but they also knew that the family was a mess, so they obediently followed Lin Yan.

Xiao Cunqin told Qi Yu to send a few of them home and come over to help, and Qi Yu also nodded.

In fact, there is nothing to be busy with, this is a foreign country, there are not so many relatives and friends, this is a traditional funeral, only their own family burns paper, cries and cries, and then the Xiao family comes to condole.

After three days of closing the door, his own people held a funeral.

didn't expect that the door had just opened on the fourth day, and he found that there was a person standing at the door, Xie Feiyuan.

She was wearing a pure white thick cotton cheongsam, a large cloak of silver fox fur on the outside, and a pearl hairpin on the sideburns, which was the same plain inside and out. In the cold of spring, her dress will only add a trace of sadness and sadness.

"Sorry to interrupt. She had obviously cried, her eyes were red, her eyes were swollen, and her whole body was silent.

"Come in and sit down, Miss asked me to invite you. "Sister-in-law Yun originally invited her deliberately.

"Thank you. Xie Feiyuan's steps are a little vain, which is very different from her usual personality and style.

Xie Feiyuan didn't act superfluously, just bowed three times in front of the mourning hall, and then looked at Su Chunyan's portrait in a daze for a long time. Before leaving, he said two words to Su Junge, Qi Yu and Fu Hanqiu: "Festival mourning." Then he left.

Su Junge had long heard that Xie Feiyuan had been standing outside the door for many days, and since she heard that Su Chunyan had died, she came every day, without making a sound, without knocking on the door, and without knowing when she came, nor when she left, in short, she would appear every day, coming and going, like a ghost.

How pitiful Xie Feiyuan is now, Su Junge invited her in and took pity on her.

If you can't get it anyway, it will never be hers.

After the funeral, everything that should be busy is over, and as for how to heal the sadness at this time, it can only be left to time. Fu Hanqiu took the time to hand over the piece of paper that Su Chunyan wrote when he was dying to Su Junge.

"Your father's handwriting is a bit messy, and if you don't understand it, I'll tell you. ”

Su Junge took the paper, looked at the messy handwriting on it, and carefully identified it, she recognized that it was her father's handwriting, and the little habits when writing were unique to him, and others could not imitate them.

And looking at this content, Su Chunyan hopes that he will be buried in his homeland after his death and return to China.

Returning to the roots seems to be the greatest hope for people when they get old, and Su Chunyan is the same. The last time Qi Yu was in front of Qi Gengze's portrait on Chinese New Year's Eve, Su Junge's heartfelt words made Su Junge even more broken.

She subconsciously touched her lower abdomen, the child is almost six months old, she can't return to China at this time, and the person who can go is Qi Yu. She was in a dilemma, for her own sake, she didn't want Qi Yu to leave, the pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses didn't see their father when they were born, and she didn't want to miss this child again......

Selfishness and carelessness are always such a dilemma, and she always needs to face them. Su Junge himself wouldn't believe it if he didn't complain, but why did he have to do this?

"There's one more thing I've always wanted to tell you, and that's the basement. Maybe you also know......" Fu Hanqiu swallowed.

"Did you mean that the An family found the basement?" asked Su Junge rhetorically.

"Yes. Fu Hanqiu felt that his actions of cutting first and then playing were indeed excessive. So I said all my thoughts at the time.

She has long known that Su Chunyan wants to return to China, but it is not easy to go back, if she wants to make a comeback, she must have money in her hands and soldiers under her command. So Fu Hanqiu took it upon himself to let the An family go to find the basement, but in the end, he was empty-handed.

Extremely disappointed, she chatted casually with Su Chunyan and told her about it, but she didn't expect Su Chunyan to tell her that there was no need to look for it, the things in the basement had already been dug up and replaced with something else.

After that, Fu Hanqiu took out a bunch of things, all of which were land deeds, contracts, etc., and handed them over to Su Junge.

When I opened it, it was full of her name, and these things were hers, but she didn't know anything about it. In the coffee plantations of Brazil, the rose gardens of France, and so many estates and farms scattered around the world, she never realized that her father was such a thoughtful person.

Sujunge now holds a staggering fortune in his hands......

"Your father did this, I understand, he is not worried about you, afraid that you will be wronged. He once said that men sometimes can't help themselves, if Qi Yu does something that can't stop you, maybe he is helpless. The key is that you protect yourself, and with these assets, you and your children will not be wronged. When Fu Hanqiu said this, her eyes looked out the window at the farthest and far away, inexplicably sad and a little relieved, Su Chunyan's last wish, she had done it, and she was satisfied.

"Mother, promise me that you will be with us well. Su Junge suddenly grabbed Fu Hanqiu's hand and stared at her eyes.

"Your father is gone, we have actually broken off all relations, we have no relationship, child, I used to treat you like that, I am guilty......" Fu Hanqiu suddenly mourned, burst into tears, and couldn't cry in the end.

"I'm going to give birth, one more person and one more helper, Qi Qi and Su Su want someone to watch, I want to have this little one again, you are helping me, I don't allow you to have anything, don't think about that, we are a family, understand? Su Junge said word by word very earnestly.

"Junge...... Gunge ...... Gunge ......"