Ye Nanfeng went through all the formalities of his father accompanied by Fang Siqian, and the moment he got the certificate, Fang Siqian held Ye Nanfeng's hand, a cold hand. Ye's father did not wait for the results of the bone marrow test.

The funeral took place three days later. Ye Nanfeng informed his family and began to prepare. Fang Siqian also informed Gu Xizhou and Cheng Jingran.

Gu Xizhou stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the hospital when he received the notice. He thought that when he was in medical school, on the first day as a medical student, he made a vow: health is the key, life is dependent. But the doctor is not God. Life is so small.

Gu Xizhou went to the director's office and applied for leave. In the more than 1,000 days and nights that he became a doctor, Gu Xizhou asked for leave for the first time. The director sighed and made Gu Xizhou mourn and agreed to his application. On the same day, Gu Xizhou bought a ticket to Beijing the next day.

Cheng Jingran was on duty, and he sent Gu Xizhou to the airport. Along the way, the two big men were silent, the doctor's profession made them see through death, but in fact, all their grief was in forbearance. The burned uncle was forced to be discharged from the hospital by his family, and Cheng Jingran looked at the empty ward when he went to work, and reached out to hold the handrail on the hospital bed, he felt powerless.

"Let's go inside!" The car stopped at the door of the departure hall, and Cheng Jingran said to Gu Xizhou, "Accompany her." ”

Gu Xizhou unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car with a small suitcase.

"Xizhou!" Cheng Jingran opened the car door and got out of the car, "In the face of life and death, you are all trivial matters, you had better bring Ye Nanfeng back, and don't let her leave again for the rest of your life!" ”

"From now on, where she goes, I go!" Gu Xizhou waved his hand and strode into the airport.

Ye's father's funeral was held as scheduled. Ye Nanfeng only notified his family and his father's friends before his death, so the number of people was not too many. Gu Xizhou was wearing a black suit and stood at the back of the crowd. Ye Nanfeng, who was also dressed in black, stood at the front, Gu Xizhou looked at Ye Nanfeng's thin back and wanted to hug her.

"What's the plan?" Fang Siqian stood beside Gu Xizhou and asked softly.

"Stay with her." Gu Xizhou's gaze was always on Ye Nanfeng.

"You're just going to keep it silent?"

"For now, accompany her out of this time." Gu Xizhou pursed the corners of his mouth.

"Let's go say hello in a moment, since we're all here." Fang Siqian said, "Nanfeng has grown a lot. Suddenly I miss the shameless south wind before. ”

"Actually, I really like the south wind. Do you remember the night she confessed to you? was splashed with water by Liu Yuan, but he didn't cry or make trouble, but was glad that he didn't have a fever or cold. Fang Siqian rubbed her sour nose, "Since Uncle Ye left, she hasn't cried a word, and it's distressing to watch." ”

"Xizhou, you know what you lost five years ago. I don't want to reminisce about those five years of The Walking Dead with you again, so don't let yourself lose a second time! ”

After the funeral, the Ye family beckoned everyone to dine. Ye Nanfeng stood quietly in front of her father's tombstone, she needed to get used to it, and the relatives who had always called her "little princess" were buried here. There will be no "Have you eaten, my little princess?" "Such a message appeared on the phone; There will be no more voice and video invitations for this account; There won't be any more little old men in COS Sherlock Holmes......

Ye Nanfeng experienced what it was like to lose heartbreakingly. She won't be able to teach her dad how to fight Siri in the future; She won't be able to play "Contra" with her dad anymore, and she won't even call "Dad" very often in the future...... An autumn wind blew, and the weather was cool.

Gu Xizhou slowly approached Ye Nanfeng, standing two steps behind her, silently accompaniing. After a while, Ye Nanfeng took out his mobile phone from his pocket and clicked on Siri.

“Hi，Siri。”

"Hello! How can I help you? ”

"Siri, delete 'Daddy' from the mess......"