Ten days after the sharing session, the sixth day after Xia Zhi's 34th birthday, at the end of June, before July arrived, Xia Jianfeng stopped breathing forever in his sleep.

Sudden cerebral hemorrhage is not uncommon for a patient like Xia Jianfeng who has a history of stroke. He Yan couldn't wake him up the next day, his body had begun to stiffen, but his face was unusually quiet.

He Yan sat silently in the room, and after a while she remembered that she should call Xia Yuan, she didn't know what to do at all.

Xia Yuan immediately called an ambulance, asked for leave from the company, and at the same time notified Yu Xiaofei to rush to the hospital.

Although there was still hope, the call for an ambulance was only symbolic, and after a lot of tossing, all they got was a death certificate.

He Yan sat on the row of chairs outside the door of the rescue room, and said dumbfoundedly: "I should have found it earlier, and it would have been better to send it earlier......"

Xia Yuanqiang suppressed his grief and hugged her tightly: "Mom, it's none of your business, no one knows......"

He Yan's mouth was crooked, and then she howled and cried.

Xia Zhi had only returned to Nanzhou the night before. When she went home this time, she copied the video of the glassware sharing meeting on a disc and brought it to Xia Jianfeng, Uncle Sheng and Uncle Pingping.

After receiving Yu Xiaofei's notice, she ran to the light rail station non-stop.

Compared with the news that Xia Jianfeng had a stroke before, Xia Zhi was much calmer. She didn't even feel much bad at once.

Xia Jianfeng is so proud of a person, he has to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, and he has to rely on others for eating and drinking, how can he stand it? For him, maybe it's a relief.

And for the summer solstice, I have a premonition.

Xia Jianfeng is not too old, he has just reached the age of seventy, but he almost never gets sick, after a serious illness, he stepped from the prime of life to old age overnight, and in the face of the elderly, this is really not a very sudden thing.

It's just that Xia Zhi was on the train home, and she still felt a light and cold panic at the tip of her heart, she didn't know what it was, like an itch that couldn't be itched through her boots.

She couldn't help but think of the little things between father and daughter. It's a pity that all I can think of is Xia Jianfeng's stern lesson. It's as if he had been suppressing her and reprimanding her since she was born.

She shook her head and stopped thinking. "No one is there." She said lightly to herself. It's time to write it off.

After Xia Zhi arrived at the light rail station, he called Xia Yuan, Xia Yuan asked Yu Xiaofei to take He Yan home, and he went to the funeral home to go through the formalities.

The funeral was scheduled for 8 to 12 a.m. the next morning.

That night, He Yan turned on all the lights in the house and kept them off all night, she said, so that Xia Jianfeng could find his way home.

She herself didn't sleep all night, no matter how Xia Zhi and Xia Yuan persuaded her, He Yan still folded the gold and silver paper silk all night, and when it was almost dawn, she fell asleep on the sofa with her clothes.

Xia Solstice actually couldn't sleep, and suddenly there was one less person in the house, which felt weird. She got up early to boil a porridge, went out to buy some steamed buns and came back, everyone used it early, and carried the two big bags of paper silk stacked by He Yan to the funeral home.

After arriving, Xia Yuan and Xia Zhi went to the staff to open the mourning hall, but they were told that the scheduled arrangement of the mourning hall was not completed.

The staff was full of apologies: "I'm really sorry, the car transporting flowers had an accident on the road, and we have immediately arranged for you to make another deployment, but it will take a little time." If you don't want to wait, you can cancel the flower booth and we will refund you. ”

Xia Yuan couldn't help but be angry when he heard it, how could he get back this kind of money if he gave it? In He Yan's words, it is unlucky. He asked, "How long will it take?" ”

"An hour or two should be fine...... In fact, if any of you can run errands, you can go to the flower shops around the city, maybe a little faster. The staff advised.

Xia Yuan can't leave, and Xia Zhi doesn't have a driver's license...... The siblings were in a dilemma, when a voice approached them from behind: "I'll go." ”

Xia Zhi was shocked, Xia Yuan had already turned around one step ahead of her and shouted, "Brother-in-law? "Scales

It was Han Junxi who came. She hadn't seen him since she went through the divorce procedures at the Civil Affairs Bureau. After selling the house, she called him for money, and she ignored the phone calls and messages he sent her.

Xia Zhi only glanced at him and turned her face away, but at this glance, she could see that he had basically not changed in the past two years.

He didn't talk to Xia Zhi either, as if she wasn't there, but just discussed some details of the funeral with Xia Yuan.

Only then did Xia Zhi know that Han Junxi had arrived in Kangzhou last night and helped customize the portrait overnight.

"You go inside, preside, I'll go look for flowers." Han Junxi put on a set of linen clothes, and only looked at the summer solstice before going out.

Xia Zhi waited for him to push open the glass door and went out before asking Xia Yuan, "Did you call him here?" ”

“…… It was just a notice. ”

Xia Zhi didn't ask any more, and entered the mourning hall with Xia Yuan, He Yan, and Yu Xiaofei.

Before the ceremony began, Han Junxi rushed back in time with a cart of flowers he bought. He knelt beside Xia Zhi as a son-in-law, and Xia Zhi did not look at him or drive him away.

Xia Jianfeng adheres to the principle that family ugliness is not publicized, and the divorce of Xia Zhi is not widely publicized among relatives and friends, and in the eyes of most people, Han Junxi should help with the funeral.

Xia Zhi thought, this is fine, just maintain Xia Jianfeng's last decency.

There are many more people who come to mourn than Xia Solstice imagined.

She used to think that Xia Jianfeng, a stubborn person with such a stubborn temper, should not be able to make many true friends, but as a result, a lot of relatives who couldn't beat the eight poles, players who collected glass together in the circle, leaders and colleagues in the former company, and even neighbors in the community who she didn't recognize.

The funeral that was originally scheduled to end at twelve o'clock was postponed to one o'clock, and the body was sent for cremation.

Because she was worried that Xia Jin would be afraid of crying, when it was almost over, Yu Xiaofei asked her grandmother to bring him in, and when she saw her grandfather for the last time from afar, she took him out of the door. After the end, Xia Jin kept sticking to Yu Xiaofei, so she had to take him home first

Han Junxi was left to sit outside the cremation room with He Yan and wait, and Xia Zhi and Xia Yuan went to go through the ashes storage procedures.

On the way back, Xia Yuan asked, "Sister, don't you really consider remarrying your brother-in-law?" My brother-in-law won't let us tell you, in fact, after my father's accident, my brother-in-law came to see my father a few times. ”

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Xia Zhi wanted to say "no" directly, but still adopted a more euphemistic statement.

Until the end of the day, Xia Zhi and Han Junxi did not say a word positively. He did not go back to Nanzhou immediately, but went back to the hotel to rest. Xia Zhi didn't want to care about him, he could go wherever he liked, at least, she didn't pay attention to his mood today.

The sisters and brothers shed a lot of tears at the funeral, but Xia Zhi just felt that he had to cry, but he didn't feel grief-stricken, but felt that his heart was empty and had nothing to do.

Back at home, He Yan and Xia Yuan went into their rooms to rest, and Xia Zhi sat alone in the living room, and this sense of emptiness became even stronger.

She looked up and saw Xia Jianfeng's cabinet of glass bottles, and suddenly found the reason for the emptiness - these glasses, haven't they been wiped for a long time? She should find something to do.

She found a dry cloth, took off the glass bottles one by one, wiped them, and put them back on the shelves one by one, she wiped from the top layer to the bottom one, and wiped it all over with sweat and back pain.

When she was so tired that she fell to the ground, she suddenly burst into tears.

There were countless words in her heart, which instantly poured into her mind, and merged into bitter tears that rushed out of her body-

Fight with you for a lifetime, time makes you older and older, makes me stronger and stronger, today you die, and I am the one who wins in the end. However, I was not happy at all. No one is worthy of being my opponent anymore.

The man who made me grow, made me independent, and made me strong was my father.

I finally don't have a dad anymore.