The surrounding environment was something Zhao Bai'an had never seen before, the sky was cloudy and it was raining lightly.

She looked around and saw that she seemed to have come to someone's funeral&he&he

When thinking of the funeral, Zhao Bai'an's first reaction was that she wouldn't come to Huang Han's mother's funeral, right? In fact, this is a place she is particularly reluctant to come to, and Xiao Huanghan's figure curled up in the corner is still flickering in front of her eyes.

But in fact, everything didn't give her much choice, this was indeed Huang Han's mother's funeral.

Not far away, the small figure of the young Huang Han appeared in Zhao Bai'an's field of vision, but Zhao Baian didn't seem to see too much sadness on her face.

At this time, Xiao Huang Han's face was full of calm, maybe in the eyes of others, it was just like this. But Zhao Bai'an understands how turbulent her heart is. She bit her lips tightly, clenched into a fist and still trembled slightly, all of which showed Zhao Bai'an all this.

Witnessing the death of his mother and not being blamed by him when only he and his father knew about it, perhaps this is a greater torture. If someone can grasp the sense of proportion and scold her hard, maybe Xiao Huanghan can feel more comfortable in his heart. And some are just comfort and regret, which can only make her heart more uncomfortable.

The whole funeral process was full of silence, which was a very serious matter for everyone present. No one is laughing or playing here, and no one is playing with their mobile phones or making phone calls, and the corners of everyone's mouths are downward.

There were many people who came to the funeral, and one by one they came forward and bowed the flowers. Xiao Huang Han also bowed to them one by one under the leadership of her father to show her gratitude. Although this middle-aged man did not cry like Xiao Huanghan, he always felt much older when he saw him again this time.

The face that should have been full of middle-aged manhood is now as if he has shuttled back more than ten years later, the skin on his face is dry and wrinkled, and there are a lot of clearly visible gray hairs on his head.

Maybe as the head of the family, it's not his turn to show his sadness yet. It is necessary to balance the relationship between yourself and your family, and to think about how to comfort your daughter and other relatives.

After the funeral, nearly three hours had actually passed. Although a funeral is very different from a wedding, it is almost heaven and earth, but there are many red tapered rules that need to be followed, and sometimes the funeral is even more troublesome than the wedding. In addition, it is still raining lightly, which has a lot of impact on the funeral.

Zhao Bai'an just stood in the crowd and watched from afar, until the funeral was really over, and then he came to Xiao Huanghan's side.

After the funeral, many people left the place immediately, each holding an umbrella, walking in pairs.

In the midst of the group, Zhao Bai'an found a woman who had already cried into tears, she was being supported by someone, and another girl was holding an umbrella for the two of them. In this way, the three of them should be a family, and the man supporting the woman should be her husband, maybe this woman is Huang Han's mother's sister or close friend, the sadness and sadness on her face cannot be expressed at will.

It was a pain from the bottom of my heart, just like Xiao Huanghan's heart. However, the way the two behaved was naturally different, and Xiao Huang Han showed her self-blame with a silent silence, but this woman was more exposed, as if only in this way would her heart not be so sad.

& Huang Han. Zhao Bai'an walked to Xiao Huang Han's side at this time and called her softly.

Xiao Huang Han didn't use an umbrella, as if to be able to let Zhao Bai'an find her. In fact, she also held an umbrella at the beginning, perhaps because she didn't want her father to worry about it anymore, after all, there was still a small black umbrella that had been wet by the rain and had long been closed in her hand.

The current Xiao Huang Han is not the same as the first time he saw Zhao Bai'an, because he didn't know her, he chose to ignore her. However, Xiao Huang Han only looked at Zhao Bai'an, and did not speak, through her eyes, Zhao Bai'an saw a black deep spring full of sadness.

Although Xiao Huang Han didn't pay attention to Zhao Bai'an, she didn't feel unhappy because of this. At this time, she looked at the picture of the smiling woman on the tombstone, and the image of an adolescent girl flashed before her eyes.

I have to say that Xiao Huang Han looks very similar to her mother, although the old people say that their daughters are like their fathers and their sons are like their mothers, but the anger on Xiao Huanghan is more close to her mother. Especially those eyes, they are so expressive and beautiful.

≈It's so beautiful≈he≈he≈Zhao Bai'an couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.

I don't know if it's because of her admiration, Xiao Huanghan is finally willing to talk to Zhao Bai'an: &Mom, she is the best-looking person in the world&he≈he blames me, if it weren't for me, Mom, she wouldn't have had an accident. ≈

As long as I didn't have the infatuation and wanted to wait in line for an autograph, my mother would still be by my side now≈he≈he≈

Zhao Bai'an received Xiao Huang Han beside her and poured out everything about her dissatisfaction with herself, listening to her voice from choking to crying, watching her eyes filled with tears, and then pouring on the face that had long been distorted and unable to control herself.

Xiao Huang Han's words had already become fragmented, just like her people, Zhao Bai'an's heart was even more tugging. Zhao Baian was extremely reluctant to see Xiao Huanghan so sad, but she really had no way to change anything. After all, time and the past are two things that humans cannot touch with their hands.

Zhao Baian listened to Xiao Huanghan's pouring and didn't say anything. But just stay by her side, hold a black umbrella for her, and wait for this drizzle to leave.

If the moment Huang Han's mother left this world was like a storm for Xiao Huang Han's whole person, then today's funeral is a continuous rain.

I don't know when the drizzle has stopped, and only then can Zhao Baian have the opportunity to do what she wants to do the most. Zhao Bai'an wanted to hug Xiao Huanghan well, hug her hard, and drive away all the coldness and darkness around her.

Zhao Bai'an felt Xiao Huang Han's trembling body gradually calm down, then let go of her, held her shoulders, and looked at her seriously: & Huang Han, listen to me. ≈

I understand that the loss of your mom is a big blow to you, and I understand that you think it's your fault. Maybe if you don't play hard, your mother won't leave this world, but you have to remember that your mother is the person in the world who wants you to be happy every day. ≈

&No parent wants their child to be unhappy, they used to fight to make your life better, and now your dad is also choosing to swallow all the sorrow alone in order to make you not blame yourself like this. ≈

&Your mom definitely doesn't want you to be sad all the time because of this, doesn't she just want you to be happy when she takes you out to play? In fact, we all hope that you can live a good and happy life. ≈

≈This is indeed a fact that cannot be changed, Mom is frozen in this moment, but the future of you has infinite possibilities. Living a wonderful life is what your mom wants to see, isn't it? ≈

I don't know if it's because Zhao Bai'an's words finally moved Xiao Huang Han a little, she looked at Zhao Bai'an's eyes flashed, and her eyes became less black like ink.

Although Huang Han's mother's words before leaving&Mom is waiting for you≈did not finally reach Xiao Huang Han's ears through an audible way, in fact, everything was invisibly implemented into Huang Han's entire life.