The day of Bai Xi's funeral.

Many people came, classmates from high school, friends from college, as well as Lao Lin, as well as Wang Er, Li Gang, who had been working under Xie Chi.

On that day, there was a drizzle, and it hit the white daisies, and the petals trembled lightly, and they looked a little weak.

Wang Er, a flurry boy, couldn't help crying, but he didn't dare to cry, so he could only grit his teeth and tremble.

Li Gang also had red eyes.

Who would have thought that the person who was once alive and kicking and was held in the palm of Brother Chi's hand would die like this.

Ms. Bai could have remained calm, but when she saw her daughter's tomb, she still couldn't hold back, cried bitterly, and finally fainted directly.

There was a panic at the funeral, Xie Chi held a white transparent umbrella, his eyes fell on the tombstone, and his face was pale.

It's funny, Xie Chi didn't expect that he saw his mother-in-law at the funeral of the little girl.

He was silent.

The young man's edges and corners are clear, and after a few days, he looks thinner and thinner, and he also looks more mature and steady.

It seems like something faded overnight.

Wang Er lowered his head and thought about it, it should be less youthful and vigorous.

The first few months when I went out to work hard, the hardships in it did not wear out the spirit of the young man, but this time when the sister-in-law left, Brother Chi was completely mature.

The unruliness that comes out of the bones is gone, as if it has been smoothed out, and nothing can be seen.

Wang Er's eyes suddenly became wet, and he said in his heart, is it the rain hitting his face?

After the funeral was dispersed, the young man still stood upright in front of the tombstone, and he paused for a while before putting down the daisy in his hand, and the daisy was facing the sky, welcoming the light rain.

Wang Er moved his mouth, and just as he wanted to say something, he heard the young man's voice dry and hoarse: "If I die, remember to bury me with her." ”

The light and fluttering voice, if Wang Er hadn't heard it exactly, he would have thought it was an auditory hallucination.

His brows jumped, and he said with some uneasiness: "Brother Chi, people can't be resurrected after death, if you can't think about it, your sister-in-law won't be able to let go of her mind in the spirit of heaven." ”

The young man didn't speak, he pursed his lips, and his pale expression moved slightly: "Remember?" ”

Wang Er was stunned and nodded subconsciously.

He held the umbrella for Xie Chi, and I don't know how long it took, but the rain did not stop, but became heavier and heavier.

Wang Er shrunk his shoulders and said, "Brother Chi, let's go back first, shall we?" ”

Originally thought that Xie Chi would not move, but unexpectedly he nodded.

The tombstones were washed by a light rain, and the daisies bloomed in the wind.

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Within a few days, Wang Er saw that Xie Chi seemed to have no intention of thinking about the intention of seeking death, so he relaxed a little and began to concentrate on work.

It seems that everyone is back on their original trajectory, and the one who died doesn't have much of an impact on them1.

Until one day, the assistant knocked on Wang Er's office and said tremblingly: "Mr. Wang, do you know where Mr. Xie went?" ”

Wang Er looked up from the document and was stunned for a moment: "Didn't he come today?" ”

The assistant scratched his head: "I haven't been here for three days, I told me to run the company well, I thought it was just for me to take care of the documents, but I didn't come today1."

I don't know why, a sense of uneasiness suddenly rose in Wang Er's heart, it was very strong, and it almost broke through the ground.

He didn't say a word, he left the company directly, took a car, and went to Bai Xi's cemetery.

Hurriedly arrived, the uncle who guarded the garden shook his head and said, "I died like this, and I don't know why I can't think about it." ”

Wang Er's footsteps paused, and then he sped up.

He only stood not far from Bai Xi's tombstone, and it was faintly visible where a figure was lying peacefully, very quiet, unmoved, and very peaceful.

Wang Er fell to his knees with a thud. Mobile phone users please browse and read, and a better reading experience comes from Aiwang.