In the past few days, Fang Qingming has shed too many tears, and his nerves have gradually weakened, he will be in a daze at every turn, and when he is usually fine, he can fall asleep quickly, and his physical condition is also getting worse, which makes Su Minhe have a headache.

Qingmang's funeral was very simple, and not many people came, and on the day of the funeral, Fang Qingming also went......

Because he looked the same, Bai Lingrui arranged Fang Qingming to the innermost, so that people who came over couldn't see his figure through the curtain.

When it was close to noon, Su Minhe pulled Bai Lingrui into the car, although he didn't want to care about so many nosy things at all, but he couldn't bear to let Fang Qingming worry about it.

Bai Lingrui hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights for Qingmang's funeral, and it was good to rest a little more while there were few people at noon, otherwise looking at his crumbling body, I am afraid it would not last long.

In the end, only Fang Qingming was left in the hall, he was still standing behind the curtain silently guarding Qingmang's body, and at the moment when the bell rang at twelve o'clock, a woman suddenly broke into the hall, the woman was wearing a black dress, fair skin, and a beautiful face, even so, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes could not be hidden.

The woman held a handful of white wild chrysanthemums in her hand, and slowly walked towards Qingmang's body......

Fang Qingming hid behind the curtain, his body kept trembling, and from the moment the woman stepped into the door, a voice kept echoing in his mind.

He knew that this woman was Qingqing! Because her eyebrows and eyes were too similar to himself......

There was no superfluous expression on Qing Jing's face, she slowly walked to the curtain, bent down, and presented Qing Mang with a handful of wild chrysanthemums. The indifferent expression and movements, as if it was not her son lying in the coffin, but just an insignificant person.

Fang Qingming clenched his fists, feeling very uncomfortable.

After more than 20 years, his mother finally stood in front of him, but they met in this cruel way.

Qing Jing squatted down and stayed in front of Qing Mang's spiritual position for a while, just when Fang Qingming thought that she would be silent like this, Qing Jing suddenly sighed and said, "Qing Mang, maybe this is the best ending......

The best ending? Is this what a mother says to her dead son? Is it just such a simple sentence?

After Qing Jing finished speaking, he stood up, turned his head and left.

After Qing Jing left, Fang Qingming slowly walked out from behind the curtain, and he looked at Qing Qingqing's back with some greed, until her back disappeared from his field of vision......

It turned out that this was his biological mother, the mother who gave him life, the ruthless mother......

When Su Minhe came back, he found that Fang Qingming was standing at the door in a daze, he stepped forward and patted Fang Qingming's head, and said, "Go in, your face can't be seen." ”

Most of the people present today are good friends of Qingmang and Bai Lingrui, if everyone sees Fang Qingming's face, then it would be strange if they were not scared to death.

Fang Qingming didn't want Qingmang to go too lonely, so when it was evening, he put the last stick of incense on Qingmang, and sat on the cushion next to him to prepare for the vigil in the mourning hall.

Bai Lingrui asked people to add two thick mats to him, after all, the weather was too cold, in order to prevent Qingmang's body from decomposing, there was no air conditioning in the mourning hall.

Su Minhe took a blanket and sat next to Fang Qingming, for fear that he would feel uncomfortable.

In the dead of night, the door of the mourning hall was suddenly pushed open.

"Wow"

The sound of the wooden stick hitting the ground came from far and near, and the crisp sound echoed throughout the mourning hall, Fang Qingming raised his head and saw a majestic old man with crane hair!

Bai Lingrui stood up from the ground abruptly and said respectfully: "Master Gang!"

Fang Qingming's heart trembled.

Before he died, Qingmang told him that his biological father, Li Shenglin, also suffered from congenital leukemia, but it did not relapse until he was forty years old, when he suddenly fell ill and was admitted to the hospital. At that time, his uncle Li Shenghai happened to be in the United States to discuss business, and after he learned the news, he rushed back to perform a bone marrow transplant for Li Shenglin, but God made people, and on the way to the airport, Li Shenghai had a car accident, was seriously injured, unconscious, and has been receiving treatment in the United States.

And Li Shenglin also lost his life because he missed the best time for treatment.

Then, the entire Li family naturally became the world of Qingqing and Li Shenghai, but the two of them have always been hindered by their identities and have not really come together. Secondly, there is another reason, which is that they are afraid of the head of the Li family, Li Shenglin's father, Li Gang.

Li Gang is 75 years old this year, with a gray beard and a somewhat rickety figure. But he is deaf and clear-sighted, and he is old and strong, and Qingqing and Li Shenghai are quite jealous of him.

And the old man in front of him has eyes as sharp as an eagle, although he is on crutches, he is walking like flying, and his spirit is bright, it is Li Gang!

Li Gang waved his hand at Bai Lingrui, a sadness appeared on his face, and his voice revealed a sense of exhaustion: "When Qingmang leaves...... Are you alright?"

"Hmm. Bai Lingrui nodded, and glanced at Qingmang's coffin with a sad expression.

Li Gang slowly walked to the coffin, reached out and touched the rough wooden coffin, and sighed heavily: "Pity Qingmang, this child, was born in our Li family......"

Suddenly, Li Gang's hand froze, and he suddenly turned around and glanced at Fang Qingming, and looked at Fang Qingming!

Fang Qingming was shocked and hurriedly covered his face with his hands.

Li Gang glanced down at the coffin, and walked quickly in front of Fang Qingming in disbelief, his hand suddenly trembled.

"You...... Is it Qingshu?" The old man's voice was hoarse, containing infinite affection, as if a lonely old man was looking forward to the protection of his children and grandchildren.

Fang Qingming swallowed nervously, and didn't dare to put down the hands covering his cheeks.

At this moment, Bai Lingrui said: "Qingming, he is your grandfather!"

Grandpa?This unfamiliar word was full of infinite mystery and curiosity to Fang Qingming, and he finally mustered up the courage and slowly lowered the hands covering his cheeks.

The old man was already in tears at this time, and after he saw Fang Qingming's face, his slightly curly beard couldn't stop trembling.

"Qingshu ......" The old man raised his hand and touched Fang Qingming's cheek, as if to confirm whether the man in front of him was real.

"Master Gang, his name is Fang Qingming, and he is the Li Qingshu that was lost back then......" Bai Lingrui said lightly, hiding the truth of the facts of the year without a trace.

"Qingshu, Qingshu......" The old man repeated Bai Lingrui's words, and his withered hand pulled Fang Qingming tightly, and his strength was amazing.