Lan Shaoye just stood beside Leng Chan's cold corpse, holding Leng Chan's cold hand until Leng Yifeng gave the order to let him go. He finally let go slowly.

This series of actions is like a slow-motion replay.

Fu An turned his back and wiped away the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes. Even Leng Yifeng's eyes were hidden with a deep mist. Ye Chenmeng buried his face in Lan Lichuan's arms, and unconsciously, his shirt was already wet.

However, Lan Shaoye stood so fixedly, looking at Leng Chan quietly. The big black eyes seemed to be dyed with ink, and he looked at Leng Chan obviously, but he was stunned and made people feel that his eyes were empty.

"Is Mom dead?" I don't know how long the whole room was silent before Lan Shaoye suddenly looked back at Leng Yifeng and spoke.

However, no one answered this question.

Lan Shaoye understood from everyone's eyes, but he didn't shed a single tear.

He was unexpectedly strong, as if he had put a thick layer of armor on himself. No one can pierce it.

Leng Yifeng chased him out, and Fu An arranged for someone to deal with Leng Chan's posthumous affairs.

Lan Tao waited in front of the hospital until he saw a small figure walking out. He stepped forward and squatted in front of Lan Shaoye.

Lan Shaoye's beautiful big black eyes glanced at Lan Tao vacantly, and after a long time, he said, "My mother is dead......

Holding Lan Shaoye into his arms, Lan Tao felt as if he had been stabbed with a knife in his heart. Lan Shaoye's most resemblance to him is the big eyes that are out of concentration.

He hugged Lan Shaoye, as if he wanted to embed him in his body, and hugged him tightly......

"Daddy knows...... ...... know"

It seems that he is really unfamiliar with the title of father, so Lan Shaoye has been silent.

Leng Yifeng and the housekeeper followed. The housekeeper wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Leng Yifeng.

Autumn in Yancheng is covered with a thin layer of mist. The picture of Lan Tao and Lan Shaoye embracing each other is separated by a thin layer of fog, as if two worlds are separated.

The close connection between father and son is incomprehensible to outsiders.

Following Lan Tao's wishes, Leng Yifeng finally agreed that he would take Lan Shaoye home.

Three days later.

Leng Yifeng single-handedly planned Leng Chan's funeral.

On the day of the funeral, there was a drizzle in the sky. The weather was a little colder, and Lan Lichuan took Ye Chenmeng and Zhibao Meat Bun to attend the funeral.

Zhibao was wearing a black custom suit with a small white shirt and a black bow tie, and the meat bag next to him was wearing a black cape jacket with a black beating. Very solemn black.

Zhibao held a big black umbrella, and the meat bun stood beside him obediently.

Leng Yifeng's inky eyes swept to Lan Shaoye, who was standing silently in front of the coffin not far away, and asked Lan Tao: "These days, is Xiao Ye okay?" ”

Lan Tao felt a pain in his heart, and was silent for a moment: "I should still eat and drink these days." But he never spoke, and he never cried. I often am alone in the room, looking out the window in a daze. ”

He tried a lot of ways, but he couldn't do anything.

Ono is only years old, but he is more mature than an adult, but this maturity is more like a load, even if it will overwhelm him one day.

The funeral was held very solemnly, and it was regarded as the last journey of Leng Chan with beautiful scenery.

Ye Chenmeng watched Lan Shaoye standing in front of the coffin, and Fu An next to him helped him hold a big black umbrella. He doesn't cry or make a fuss, and there is not even a superfluous expression on his face.

Just looking at it makes people feel distressed.

Ye Chenmeng and Lan Lichuan walked to Lan Tao's side.

"Has Ono been like this since he got back from the hospital that day?" Ye Chenmeng asked Lan Tao.

Lan Tao's brows locked: "I tried a lot of methods, but Ono never cried or made trouble, and he didn't want to vent it." Is there any way to do it? ”

Ye Chenmeng shook his head.

Zhibao and Meat Bun have always been sensible, but they have never encountered such a situation.

"If Zhibao doesn't speak, the general meat bun has a way to tease him. If the meat bun is sad, Zhibao will coax her to be okay with two or three sentences. "It is precisely because of the mutual support of Zhibao and Meat Bun that even if there was no Lan Lichuan before, it was not too hard to take two children.

After Ye Chenmeng finished speaking, he looked in the direction of Zhibao and the meat bun.

Looking at the meat bun approaching Zhibao's ear, he asked, "Zhibao Zhibao, why doesn't Lan Shaoye cry?" ”

"Because he's sad." Zhibao said seriously.

The meat bag held his cheeks and pondered for a while: "But shouldn't you cry out when you're sad?" ”

"He was so sad that he couldn't cry." Zhibao said.

Meat Bao nodded as if he didn't understand, and looked at Zhibao with a pair of bright eyes: "Then how can you make him cry?" ”

"Go and hit him." Zhibao said casually.

I didn't expect the meat bun to be taken seriously, and the chubby little hand rolled up the sleeves, and the posture was to go up and do a big job.

Zhibao was so frightened that he hurriedly grabbed the collar of the meat bun: "You really went up to beat him?" ”

Meat bun looked back in a daze: "He will cry when he hits him." After crying, it will not be uncomfortable, and when the meat bag is wronged, it will not be uncomfortable to cry. ”

"He may not cry if you hit him." Zhibao looked at Lan Shaoye's stubborn back and said thoughtfully.

The meat bun was a little troubled: "Then how can I make him cry?" Is it OK for me to smoke his eyes with chili? ”

"Meat bun, Lan Shaoye will be blind!" Zhibao shook his head helplessly about the bad idea of the meat bun.

Just as he was about to turn around and warn her not to make bad intentions, she heard the meat bun suddenly point to Lan Shaoye's figure and say, "Zhibao Zhibao, Lan Shaoye ran away." ”

Meat Bun said as he shook his little short legs and chased after him quickly.

Zhibao was afraid that something would happen to the reckless character of the meat bun, so he hurriedly followed.

It took a lot of effort for the meat bun to finally catch up with Lan Shaoye.

"Lan Shaoye!!" The meat bun roared, so frightened that the butler's hand to close the car door suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Lan Shaoye's gaze finally fluctuated for a moment, and when he looked back, he glanced at the meat bun lightly. Reach out and close the door to isolate the meat bag.

However, before he could close the door, the meat bun had already walked up to him.

The meat bun panted and blushed, and asked Lan Shaoye gently: "Can you beat a girl?" ”

Lan Shaoye knew the unremitting temper of the meat bun, and he also knew that if he didn't open his mouth, the meat bun would definitely not give up easily. So he said three words lightly: "It depends on the mood." ”

As soon as the words fell.

Meat Bao suddenly pointed to his face and said, "You have something sticky on your face." ”

Lan Shaoye's small brows frowned, and he reached out and wiped it.

Nothing!

Just as he looked at the meat bun suspiciously, and before he could ask, the meat bun suddenly covered Lan Shaoye's face with a big mouth. Playing Delan Shao, he didn't react for a long time in the fog.

Meat Bao rubbed his chubby little hands, wrinkled his little face, and asked Lan Shaoye, "Does it hurt?" ”

Lan Shaoye took a deep breath: "What do you say? ”

"It hurts? Why don't you cry when it hurts? The meat bag looked at Lan Shaoye aggrievedly.

Before Lan Shaoye could speak, the meat bun slapped him again: "You should cry this time, right?" ”

"Ye Yiqi!!" Lan Shaoye was annoyed.

The meat bun smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and his smile was particularly cute. The fleshy little face has a shallow flush, which is very good-looking.

Lan Shaoye didn't cry, but he was very angry.

Zhibao stepped forward and pulled the meat bag back: "Do you have the guts to grow with your stomach?" Why is it getting bigger?! ”

The meat bun touched his round belly, and said aggrievedly: "People only ate a slice of bread in the morning......"

"That's right! But you ate the whole bottle of jam! ”

"......" Meat Bao looked at Lan Shaoye, who was about to close the door, took three steps and two steps in front of the car door, pointed at Lan Shaoye's face and said, "You cry for me!" ”

Zhibao: "......"

Lan Shaoye looked at the housekeeper: "Grandpa Wang, can you throw her out?" ”

After all, this is the little lady of the Lan family, where is it to dare to lose it!

Steward Wang was very embarrassed.

Meat Bao looked at Lan Shaoye's still cold appearance, frowned unhappily, and hugged Lan Shaoye's head quickly: "Don't move." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Lan Shaoye to react, he reached out and suddenly pulled out one of Lan Shaoye's eyelashes.

Lan Shaoye finally cried, crying bitterly......

Tears snapped down her fair skin.

Meat Bao finally smiled, and Rouhu's little hand helped him wipe his tears, and then touched Lan Shaoye's hair like a mother comforting her child, comforting him: "Cry, cry, just cry." Zhibao said that strong children are not as strong as they will not shed tears, but as strong as they will shed tears. Meatbag is a good child who respects the old and loves the young, you are young, Meatbag will love you well. ”

"......" Zhibao looked at the meat bun, when did he say that strong children don't shed tears?

The ability to break meat buns is really getting more and more powerful.

I don't know which of the meat bun's words was, or which word touched the most emotional string in Lan Shaoye's heart. After holding back for so many days, he finally burst out all his emotions at this moment.

He cried a little embarrassed, but the meat bun kept standing by his side......

When Ye Chenmeng and Lan Lichuan came, they saw such a picture.

Lan Tao, who had been solemn for many days, saw Lan Shaoye, who was crying bitterly, and the boulder in his heart was finally put down.

After the funeral.

Leng Yifeng arranged everything, Fu An drove the car over, wanting to send Leng Yifeng home.

However, Leng Yifeng, who was sitting in the co-pilot, said lightly: "Go to your house." ”

"But the young master ......"

"Get out of the car!" Leng Yifeng didn't give Fu Anduo a chance to say a word. threw Fu An out of the car.

I sat in the driver's seat and started the car directly.

Fu An had nothing left to say, so he had to hold it all back in his stomach. It seems that it is time to deal with the old man at night, and he should do it himself.

However, he instead hoped that the young master could go out and relax, these days, the pressure that the young master had to bear was too great......

Leng Yifeng swam aimlessly in the entire Yan City. But suddenly at the door of the emperor, I saw a familiar shadow......

He slammed on the brakes and brought the car to a stop.