When Ye Tang hung up the phone, she had a bad premonition, and she didn't speak for a long time.

"What's wrong?"

"Ah, nothing."

She smiled at Mrs. Qi.

In the middle of the night the next day, she received a call from China.

"Is it Tang Tang?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm Liu Fu."

"Uncle Liu?"

"Tang Tang...... Your mom and dad...... Committed suicide by poisoning at home......"

“…… She just called me yesterday, how could it be. ”

"I also found out when I first went to your house. I found your phone number from Xiaoyu's mobile phone. I know you hate them, but they have no other relatives but you, can you come back......"

"I ...... I'll go back tomorrow. I'm in England now, so I'm bothering Uncle Liu during this time. ”

After hanging up the phone, she sat on the bed, looked at the darkness in front of her, and thought: So this is your decision? I thought she would be happy to hear the news of the man's death. But now I realize the kind of blood bond that can't be cut off. She got out of bed, didn't turn on the light, groped her way to the place where Tang was placed in the living room, opened it and ate one, two, three.

The feeling in my heart that I don't know whether it is grief or melancholy can't be suppressed. She finally got her phone,

"Source. I'm going back home tomorrow. ”

"What's wrong?"

"I ...... The parents committed suicide. ”

"Then are you flying directly to Shanghai? I'm going to look for you. ”

"No need, it's inconvenient for you to travel in China, don't worry about me, I'll tell you when I arrive."

…………

Early the next morning, she explained the reason to Mrs. Qi and asked for leave, and Mrs. Qi sent Ye Tang to the airport and hugged her.

"Kid, you still have us."

On the plane, she was holding the literature, but their faces kept flashing in front of her eyes, remembering that the woman, although cowardly, would sneak over and drug herself after she was beaten, and read fairy tales to her when the man was away. Those old trivial things, now like a movie, dazzled her a little. The hand unconsciously touched his cheek, only to realize that he was crying.

When she set foot on the land of Shanghai again, it was five o'clock in the morning, she walked in the empty airport with her luggage, bought a subway ticket to go to the hotel she booked, dragged her luggage into the room, and when she opened the curtains, she just saw the sunrise, and the sky was dyed golden for a while. At dawn, she called Liu Fu, took a taxi to the neighborhood of her home, and did not come back for a few years, the neighborhood has become different, she stood at the door, but she did not expect to stand here again, and she actually came back to hold a funeral for you.

When Liu Fu arrived, they went into the house together to pack up some relics, and the moment they finally locked the door, she knew that she would never return to this place again.

…………

On the day of the funeral, it began to rain lightly in order to set off the atmosphere. It was already late autumn in Shanghai in November, and the rain fell on people's bodies with the cold wind, and they couldn't help but shiver. There were not many people who attended the funeral, most of them were high-level executives in Yecheng's company, and even fewer were on Lin Yu's side, only Liu Fu and an aunt who had not been in contact for a long time. Looking at this bleak scene, Ye Tang stretched out his hand and caught the rain falling down the eaves of the umbrella.

After the people who came to worship had left, Ye Tang finally stepped forward and placed the Lorimas Rose and Jade Wind in his arms in front of the tomb. Lorimas represents the nostalgia of death, while the emerald wind represents going with the wind. Let it be known as you leave. I bless you in the afterlife, but I'm sorry, but I still can't forgive you for the hurt you have caused me in this life.

“……

The tension given by the years is still arrogant with Seokjin

The palm of the hand dominated by desire is hot between black and white

Also pretending to have a heart that is not bound

It can wipe away the scarred eyes.

…………”