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When the people from the police station brought Yan Wende's broken clothes, Yan Xiaocheng was still sitting at the door waiting.

The clothes were left in boxes, mutilated, and they were so broken that they couldn't tell what they were.

Yan Xiaocheng looked at them in a daze, and could only see that their mouths kept saying something, but they didn't hear a word, as if everyone was suddenly silenced in an instant.

What Yang Yixing said, she didn't know at all.

She hugged the box and walked to the house step by step, kneeling on the ground and not moving.

When Lan Xiaojing and Chen Li received the news and came to see her, Yang Yixing was kneeling with her in front of the box containing clothes.

Lan Xiaojing pulled Yan Xiaocheng and cried sadly: "Xiaocheng, you cry!" ”

Yan Xiaocheng glanced at her strangely, her eyes were sour and uncomfortable, she only glanced at her, her eyes rolled twice, and she returned to her soulless appearance.

Chen Li also pulled her: "Little Orange, you cry!" ”

If she continues like this, she will only suffocate herself, as long as she cries.

"Little Orange, I beg you, just cry, it's good if you cry, can you cry?" Lan Xiaojing's crying voice was hoarse, looking at Yan Xiaocheng who was stupid in front of her, she felt distressed.

Yan Xiaocheng didn't speak, didn't move, and looked at the things in front of him blankly.

"Idol." Lan Xiaojing wants to ask for help from Yang, but it's not a way for Xiaocheng to always look like this! When people are extremely sad, they can only feel better when they cry.

Yang Yixing's eyes were red, he glanced at her and shook his head.

He tried, he tried everything, and the orange ignored no one, as if he had lost his soul.

He also knew that if this continued, she would suffocate, but he tried, she didn't cry, she just didn't cry.

Chen Li and Lan Xiaojing were in a hurry, but they didn't dare to go too far, so they could only watch and be anxious, the people from the police station had already called the great god, but they didn't know when the great god would be able to come back.

Jun Ze rushed over panting, and when he saw Yan Xiaocheng's lost soul, he scolded and shouted for a long time, until his voice was hoarse, and he almost didn't beat her, but she still ignored anyone.

In the evening, Yang Fan and the comrades from the police station brought Wen Qianluo's things, which were packed in a box like Yan Wende and placed in front of Yan Xiaocheng.

From afternoon to evening, Yan Xiaocheng maintained a kneeling posture, her waist was straight, and her eyes did not blink from beginning to end, which was terrifyingly empty.

Yun Haochen walked from the door step by step, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead.

He stood at the door, and at a glance he saw Yan Xiaocheng kneeling in the center of the living room.

Her back straightened, and desperate sadness spread through the room.

There are Yang by her side, Jun Ze and Lan Xiaojing, but she seems to have isolated everyone from her own world, without any emotional fluctuations.

His long and narrow eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at the two boxes in front of her, clenched his fists tightly, and walked over with difficulty step by step.

Every step I take, it seems to be walking on the edge of a knife, dripping with blood, constantly scraping the scales of the heart, and the cramping is so suffocating.

I used every bit of strength and courage in my whole body.

He finally walked to Yan Xiaocheng's side.

Half-kneeling on the ground.

He reached out and clasped the back of her head, hugged her hard, his hands were bruised, and his hoarse voice was broken to the point of heartache: "Yan Xiaocheng, I'm back." ”

Yan Xiaocheng, who was originally stupid, suddenly hugged his waist tightly with his backhand, burst into tears, and cried out in grief: "Yun Haochen ......"

"Yan Xiaocheng, I'm sorry." Yun Haochen clasped the back of her head hard, making her whole face stick to her chest.

The moment the tears soaked his clothes, his chin rested on her shoulder, and the tears suddenly slipped down: "It's okay, you still have me." ”

Yan Xiaocheng, even if we lose everything, we still have each other.

So, don't be so upset.

So, don't be so sad.

No one knows how uncomfortable he is now, but he must be strong now.

He wants to be her tree, her indestructible pillar, and even if he loses everything, he can't fall at this time.

The cause of death of my mother and Uncle Yan is unknown, and even the body has not been found.

They brought two boxes of torn clothes, and why did he believe that they were all dead?

This matter is not over, and he will not give up so soon.

"Yun Haochen, Yun Haochen ......" Yan Xiaocheng's heart-rending hoarse voice sounded in her ears, and she hugged his waist tightly: "Yun Haochen, I can't forgive myself, Yun Haochen, do you know?" The last thing I said to my dad was that I hated him. ”

Yan Xiaocheng finally said a complete sentence, she suddenly withdrew from his arms, and her red and swollen eyes looked at him fixedly: "I quarreled with him that day, I told him that I hated him, and then ran away." ”

It's ridiculous, the last thing she said to her dad was I hate you.

How could she talk to her dad like that? How could she hate him?

Dad is her only relative in this world! How could she be so selfish and so hateful, how could she say that to him?

Dad must have been very sad and sad at the time.

She told Ah Xing that she would never forgive him for the rest of her life.

Okay now, even if she wants to apologize, she can't find anyone?

She knew she was wrong, and she wanted to tell him to his face that she didn't hate him at all! All she said at the time was angry words.

"Uncle Yan won't blame you, Yan Xiaocheng, you listen to me, he knows that you are angry, and he will definitely forgive you." Yun Haochen held her little face with both hands: "Yan Xiaocheng, Uncle Yan won't be angry with you." ”

Yan Xiaocheng shook his head, shook his head vigorously, and his face was full of tears: "I won't forgive myself, I won't forgive myself for the rest of my life." ”

Yang Yixing moved to the side, and looked at Jun Ze with red eyes, Orange didn't speak, and she spoke as soon as Yun Haochen came, she really took him seriously.

It turned out that Orange was sad and sad because of her last conversation with Uncle Yan.

Jun Ze's eyes were also red, his face was pale, and he couldn't do anything when he looked at everything in front of him.

The two people in front of them, one has lost his father and the other has lost his mother, they are the ones who can best understand each other's emotions!

Lan Xiaojing and Chen Li wanted to go up to comfort Yan Xiaocheng, knowing that they were useless now, and their eyes were red and swollen when they knelt on the ground crying.

In the evening, Yang Fan came back, and with him, as well as the uncles and aunts of the neighbors, came over to help decorate the mourning hall.

Yun Haochen had already changed into a white filial piety suit, restrained all his sad emotions, politely thanked the people who came to help, and packed up with them.

When people in the countryside hold funerals, they all arrange mourning halls in their own homes, and some of the white banquets are in special hotels, and more are held in their own homes.

Yun Haochen is from the city, and he doesn't understand many things, but Yang Fan and Grandma Li next door helped to buy them.

The living room has been converted into a mourning hall, because the body has not been found, and there are only two boxes of scattered pieces of clothes on the mourning bed, and the shroud and coffin have not yet had time to buy.

The incense table has been set up, the offerings have been arranged, and the basins for burning paper have all been placed neatly.

White flags were hung high in front of the house, and soon someone from the funeral supply store brought paper money, paper horses, wreaths, and other things.

Because it was an accidental death, a lantern for summoning spirits was specially hung at the door.

Yun Haochen was busy greeting people, and the look of rejecting people thousands of miles away completely disappeared, and the calm and thoughtful people who came to help praised them again and again.

Yan Wende is an orphan, except for Yan Xiaocheng, he has no relatives.

Wen Qianluo's parents died early, and he has no relatives, and the only people he knows are people in Wangyu Town.

Yan Xiaocheng held a black and white photo of Yan Wende, sitting in the attic and looking at the sky.

Yun Haochen came up: "Yan Xiaocheng, is it okay to go down?" Uncle Yang said that a lot of people would come in a while. ”

Yan Xiaocheng turned around and saw Yun Haochen's worried and distressed look on his face.

She wiped the tears from her face and nodded: "Yun Haochen, I still have you, right?" You won't leave me alone like Dad and Aunt Wen, right? No matter what happens in the future, you won't leave me, will you? ”

She lost her father, and Yun Haochen also lost her mother.

The two of them are the same, the two of them have lost their dearest and dearest people in the world at the same time, how can she only care about her own sadness and throw everything to him!

"Yan Xiaocheng, I will never leave you alone, unless I die." Yun Haochen's dark eyes stared at her quietly, and he spoke solemnly.

"You are not allowed to die!" Yan Xiaocheng suddenly rushed over like crazy, and roared angrily: "Don't say death, never allow!" ”

"Yan Xiaocheng, don't worry, when we get old, even if we die, I will die behind you." He reached out and stroked her hair, looking at her earnestly.

Yan Xiaocheng, how can I be willing to let you endure such pain again, watching the person you love die.

So, I must live one more day than you.

For I am afraid that I will die first.

You will be lonely and sad.

Two shrouds have been sent and placed neatly in the coffin.

Even the body was not found, and even if it was to be buried, it was just a well-dressed mound.

Yan Xiaocheng and Yun Haochen knelt in front of the incense case, she didn't speak, she kept repeating the action of putting paper money in her hand, and tears couldn't stop sliding down.

Director Yan's name is already respected in Wangyu Town, and many people who know that he has an accident on the night come to send wreaths and burn paper money.

Yan Xiaocheng and Yun Haochen, as the families of the deceased, returned the salute and kowtowed, thanking all those who came to mourn.

Yun Haochen held her hand tightly under the wide filial piety clothes, silently giving her strength and comfort.

Yang Fan greeted the guests who came to mourn outside, and Jun Ze and Yang Yixing also wore filial piety clothes, standing on both sides and bowing and thanking all the people who came to mourn.

Lan Xiaojing and Chen Li went back in the evening, after Junxian got the news, he rushed over non-stop, Yan Xiaocheng saw her, and cried again, choked up and couldn't speak.

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