Jiang Ning was buried at noon the next day.

That night, Zheng Xiaomo found that Zheng Ming was not at home, so she asked Zheng's father and Zheng's mother to look for him.

None of them thought that something like that would happen.

At that time, Zheng Ming held the woman's body motionless, no matter what they said, the man did not respond, just muttered a few words to the woman.

It's as if she's still there.

In the end, it was the next day that Jiang's father and Jiang's mother rushed back, and he suddenly let go of the hand holding the woman.

At the funeral, the man did not cry or make trouble.

Compared to the way he looks, Mother Zheng, Father Zheng hopes that he can cry out and vent, at least... They wouldn't be so worried.

Look at him like this, he doesn't have the slightest popularity. How can parents not feel distressed?

"Ning'er." At night, Zheng Ming sat alone in front of the woman's grave, rubbing the photo on the tombstone with his palm, and did not speak, his eyes seemed to be looking at such a smiling woman through the tombstone.

"Brother. You've been here for two days, go back. Sister Ning'er is no longer there. Zheng Xiaomo walked over from not far away.

Zheng Ming didn't seem to hear her speak, and his gaze didn't even change.

You know, he hurts this sister the most, but he didn't even give her a look at it at this time.

Zheng Xiaomo sat down beside him, "Brother, do you want to know what Sister Ning'er told me at that time?" ”

Hearing this, Zheng Ming finally turned his eyes, turned his head to look at her, and did not speak. But that couldn't be more obvious.

He wanted to know.

The man's face was pale at this time, and his gaze was blank.

Zheng Xiaomo almost cried when she saw him like this, holding back her tears, she slowly said what Jiang Ning told her at that time.

"Actually, she already knew that she wouldn't live long, so she told me that if she left, I, as a sister, must take good care of you."

"She wants you to live a good life after she's gone."

"Brother, you have to cheer up. What Ning'er likes most is your high-spirited and free appearance. ”

It turned out that from that time, she began to explain the aftermath.

"Brother, Sister Ning'er hopes that you can help her take care of Uncle Jiang, aunt."

When Zheng Xiaomo left, he doesn't remember anymore.

It's just that her last words echoed in her head.

Take care of Aunt Jiang, uncle...

Ning'er loves them the most, and since she is gone, then he should help her shoulder this responsibility.

Zheng Ming finally cheered up and started to work hard in his career, but he became silent since then, and he was ruthless in the mall.

Until thirty years later, the four old men died one after another, and he handed over the company he had worked hard for all his life to Zheng Xiaomo's husband.

Zheng Xiaomo knew that her brother had waited too long, and he was too tormented, so she had no reason to stop him, but she cried in her husband's arms and became a tearful person.

"Ning'er. I'm coming for you. Zheng Ming opened the box they had buried together, and he had never opened it for so many years because he was afraid.

Inside are two envelopes.

"Zheng Ming, I love you."

"Jiang Ning, I love you."

Surprisingly unanimous, it turned out that they had already been in the same mind at that time, and there were not too many words, only such straightforward and hot emotions.

Zheng Ming suddenly smiled, if they had known it a long time ago, they would definitely have more good memories...

"Ahem," he coughed, a mouthful of blood spurting out.

His body has long been out of order, and he has been holding on to it in recent years, and now he is out of control when he relaxes.

Ning'er, I'm coming to you. You'll have to wait for me...