In fact, the diving bird didn't expect that it was not Leng Qinghe's fiancé who organized the entire funeral, but Du Ou.

Originally, the diving bird thought that he might meet her fiancé today, and when the time came, he had figured out how to introduce himself, and said that he was her former colleague. Although this relationship, ahem, is closer than a colleague.

But unexpectedly, instead of meeting her fiancé, she saw Du Ou sitting sadly on the side of the mourning hall. Wearing a black shirt and pants, he is described as withered and looks like he is all hoped. He sat there with his head down, but when the diving bird came in, he slowly raised his head and his eyes went out.

On the other side is a pair of old and old couples, who have even cried dry, and are left with no vain.

The whole funeral can be regarded as bleak and lonely. In total, there are only a few people, most of them are relatives on the side of Leng Qinghe's parents, and those who can come happen to be in the magic capital.

And the relatives in my hometown, all kinds of prevarication, were originally people who went to tea and cool, and now you are a pair of old people, left in the world, there is no value to use, so why should there be any more contacts?

Those who came only whispered a few words of comfort, and then shook hands in silence.

Therefore, it is really cold.

When the diving bird saw it, he couldn't tell what it was like.

Just as he stepped into the mourning hall, Du Ou immediately became alert, and the eagle stared at him, obviously he didn't expect that he would appear here.

When he looked at the diving bird like this, he felt nervous for some reason, but he still walked in calmly, walked up to the old man, and whispered: "Mourn and change!" Hello, I'm Ying Shuying, and we've been in touch on the phone.

Leng Qinghe's mother Mei Jue said sadly: Oh, thank you, thank you for coming to send our family Qinghe. She—she's there—go and see her, she'll be happy.

The diving bird felt its eyes moist, but held back. He nodded, and then silently walked to the coffin with the cold lotus, resisted the sorrow that swelled up, and placed the flowers on her body.

He wanted to say something to her, but couldn't say a word.

He felt his heart tremble, and the sadness in his heart could not be expressed in words. If it weren't for Du Ou watching him on the side, maybe tears would come out of his eyes.

The ritual is simple, and the process can be described as bleak. It basically ended in silence.

The parents choked up a few times and said a few words, and then everyone walked around the coffin and sent Leng Qinghe away. Leng Zhiyi shook hands with everyone and said goodbye. Mei Jue on the side cried and fell on the chair, for her, this life really has no meaning anymore, she screamed several times: Qinghe, let me go with you-

Leng Zhiyi hugged his wife on the side, so as not to make her sad again. Now their world is only left with each other.

Relying on each other for life is always the most miserable fate in this world. But many people, when they are old, find that no matter how high-spirited you were when you were young, you will find that one day you will find that if there is still someone who can rely on you in the end and never abandon you, this is already a kind of happiness.

How many people have turned into passers-by and become glimpses in the river of your people's growth, and you are just a passer-by and a memory of the past.

Now, Leng Zhiyi and Mei Jue are really only left with each other, so Leng Zhiyi knows that he can no longer lose Mei Jue, without her, maybe his last bit of courage and motivation is gone.

Diving birds simply can't bear to see. This scene is really embarrassing, heart-wrenching, and makes people suddenly realize that life is so fragile. Fragile to the point of fear and trembling. He felt a pang of discomfort in his stomach, as if a hand was rubbing it mercilessly......

He admitted that it was the first time he had faced death like this since he was a child, and he was so soberly aware of the matter of death.

He had never imagined that death would be so close before.

When he was still a child, his father died of illness, and he was so young that he almost forgot how his mother Yuan Mei sadly took care of his father's afterlife, and how she became increasingly irritable and emotional. He didn't even remember. Therefore, although he did not have a father, he never realized the shadow and depression that death brings.

It is said that people who have experienced death once will be truly reborn and transformed. The diving bird suddenly understood this truth.

After the ceremony, the diving bird walked out of the hall in a gloomy mood. When I passed by the main hall next door, it was full of people, and the sound of crying and screaming could almost break through the roof. It's unbearable, it's really one world, two situations.

But the strange thing is that although the crying is deafening, you will feel the people going in and out, and the busy people are not very sad.

They are also very solemn, but more like they are performing some kind of procedure. Just in terms of the program.

They would talk to each other and give instructions to each other, and a group of people would always come and go in a hurry, one moment to do this, and the other to do that. Perhaps, they are immersed in the hustle and bustle of the funeral at this time, but they have long lost their grief.

When the diving bird passed by, he quickly glanced at the photo offered in the main hall, a dignified old man, kindly looking down on the descendants below, to see if they were filial piety, dutiful, and lazy in the last matter.

Of course, these descendants did not dare, flower offerings, everything needed in the underworld, all available. Of course, there is also a grand funeral feast being processed, and next, what awaits them: the division of the inheritance.

The diving bird was full of bitterness and walked a few steps quickly, but before he could take a few steps, someone behind him stopped him, and he didn't need to guess that it was Du Gull. The diving bird understood and stopped.

Before in the main hall, he was already forced not to trouble himself, after all, it was Leng Qinghe's mourning hall, and he didn't want to make a mistake. But now the situation is different. He followed him almost like a shadow.

He suddenly rushed in front of him, with a look of eagle staring, as if he was about to swallow himself in one gulp. Of course he didn't have that ability.

Du Ou glanced at him coldly and said, "Why are you here today?" Who are you? Well?

The diving bird also replied coldly, saying: You can come, but I can't come? Who are you again?

The diving bird didn't say anything too ugly, and left room for it, and wanted to say unceremoniously: It doesn't seem like you're going to marry her, you have already abandoned her, and you still have a face.

But I held back. Although he held back, the mystery in his heart became even stronger, he still didn't understand why Leng Qinghe died, and her fiancé didn't show up, which was really unreasonable. He asked on the phone, but it seemed that Leng Qinghe's parents were also a little confused, and they couldn't say it clearly, just blindly sad.

Maybe......

He suddenly saw Du Ou today, and suddenly seemed to guess that this might have something to do with Du Ou, but what happened? Maybe it's always a mystery.

But in retrospect, Leng Qinghe suddenly invited himself that night, and suddenly enthusiastically took the initiative to linger with himself all night, sure enough, many places are contrary to common sense, but at that time, he was blindly immersed in passion, where would he be aware of these?

Now that I think about it, I can't help but feel very sad, regretful, and blame myself.

Now he looked at Du Ou to question himself, and he felt very useless, so he naturally didn't want to be polite.

Du Ou had a pair of red eyes, which was originally a handsome face, but at this time, it seemed that he might be overtired and sad, but he was a little distorted. He forced the diving bird to ask, "How do you know that something happened to her?" Are you still in touch?

The diving bird looked at him with contempt and said: Does it make sense to talk about this now? Do I have any contact with her, and what does it have to do with you?

Du Ou gritted his teeth and said: She is my woman! Of course it's about me!

The diving bird said: I don't want to dwell on this issue with you. I just want to ask, why on earth did she kill herself?

Du Ou's eyes disappeared again, for him, the truth of the facts was the source of his pain, and he had been immersed in it for the past few days, and he couldn't get out at all. In addition to handling Leng Qinghe's aftermath, he used wine to drown his sorrows, stayed awake all night, constantly recalled every scene of that night, and thought about many questions, but there would be no answers after all. He barely joined the company. His secretary had no choice but to bring documents to Leng Qinghe's apartment every day to find him.