Shen Siru sniffled unconsciously during their conversation.

She was a little moved, and by this time, her father committed suicide, her mother ran away, and all the relatives around her avoided her.

Only her friends still don't leave her, and they are willing to help her take care of her father's funeral!

Shen Siru bit the quilt, and tears burst out of her eyes again.

*

Shen Shixing's funeral, because of Ouyang Mingmei's full support, was low-key but not shabby.

However, human feelings in the world have always been like this, and the trees are falling and scattering.

When Shen Shixing was alive, he called friends and made friends, and Shen was once a legend in Hong Kong's business community.

However, he committed suicide by jumping off the building, and there were really few people who came to the funeral to remember him.

If it weren't for Ouyang Mingmei's presence, I'm afraid there wouldn't be a few people attending the funeral.

But Ouyang Mingmei is here, Yan Zhu is here, and Jian Shengnan is here.

The daughters of these three families all came, so the people who came to the funeral became endless.

Shen Siru couldn't thank the guests because she was injured, and Ouyang Mingmei wanted to help, but was pulled down by Yan Zhu.

In the end, Ou Yangmingmei found two maids to accompany Shen Siru to thank the guests.

Su Shaoyan arrived in the morning.

He deliberately wore black, and his outstanding face looked more and more heroic against the backdrop of black.

He took Joe and walked in slowly.

After stopping in front of Shen Shixing's tablet, he bowed deeply three times, and then after Qiao lit the incense, he reached out and took it and inserted it into the furnace.

From the moment Su Shaoyan walked in, Shen Siru had been looking at him stupidly.

It wasn't until Su Shaoyan finished bowing and turned around and walked in front of Shen Siru that she restrained herself.

Slowly lowering his eyes, Shen Siru was both afraid and fond of Su Shaoyan.

Su Shaoyan glanced at Shen Siru, who was still in a plaster cast on his feet and neck, and said with pity: "Siru, don't be sad!" ”

Shen Siru nodded lightly.

Su Shaoyan's face softened, and he said, "You don't have to worry, even if Uncle Shen leaves, you still have our friends!" ”

When Shen Siru heard this, he subconsciously raised his head and looked at Su Shaoyan.

Su Shaoyan saw her looking at him, hooked her lips and smiled slightly.

When Shen Siru saw his smile, his heart seemed to be enchanted, and his soul was lost in his smile.

When Shen Siru looked at Su Shaoyan in a daze, Su Shaoyan had already turned around and walked towards Ouyang Mingmei, who was sitting in the front row.

After sitting next to Ou Yangmingmei, Su Shaoyan turned to look at Ou Yangmingmei, whose eyes were red, and said softly: "Mingming, don't be sad, people can't be resurrected after death!" ”

Ouyang Mingmei turned her head to look at Su Shaoyan, and then nodded her little head slightly.

When Su Shaoyan saw her like this, her eyes were full of doting.

*

Shen Siru, who was standing not far away and saw this scene, unconsciously clenched his hands into fists.

Not long after Su Shaoyan came, Ouyang Di took Ouyang Dong and slowly walked into the mourning hall.

Seeing Ouyang Di, Ouyang Mingmei was slightly stunned.

Grandpa is also here, and she knows that grandpa has the best heart, not those villains who tend to be inflammatory.

After Ouyang Di entered the mourning hall, like everyone else, he stood in front of Shen Shixing's spiritual seat and bowed three times.

Then after taking the incense handed over by Ouyang Dong, he stepped forward and inserted it in the furnace.

When Ouyang Di turned around, Shen Siru hurriedly stepped forward and stood in front of Ouyang Di, sobbing softly.

"Siru, mourn!" Ouyang Di stretched out his hand and patted Shen Siru's shoulder, and said softly.

"Thank you, Grandpa Ouyang!" Shen Siru looked up at Ouyang Di, his eyes watery.

Ouyang Di nodded, and when he turned around, Ouyang Mingmei had already rushed over and hugged Ouyang Di.

"Grandpa, woo woo woo...... Ouyang Mingmei hugged Ouyang Di and sobbed softly.

"Silly girl!" Ouyang Di stretched out his hand and patted Ouyang Mingmei's back, and said softly: "Crying and crying in front of so many people, what kind of body has it become, my old face has been lost by you!" ”

Su Shaoyan stood behind Ouyang Mingmei, and when he stretched out his hand to pull her away, a familiar tall figure walked in at the door of the mourning hall......