When Shang Zhi saw Ji Weiwei, his whole body stiffened, and all the emotions surged into his heart for a while, including sadness, heartache, longing, and distress.

He knew that Ji Weiwei was angry and didn't want to see him, he couldn't explain it, and swallowed all the bitter water by himself.

But when he saw Ji Weiwei's pale face, pale lips, and a much thinner face, the rest was full of distress.

He didn't know what to say for a while, saying that he missed her very much, or did he want her to return to him without any worries, so that he wouldn't be sleepless at night, tossing and turning?

Ji Weiwei, who had been feeling a burning gaze, looked over along the line of sight at this time, and also saw Shang Zhi who appeared, his lips were closed one by one, but he didn't say a word, and a hand slowly stretched out towards her.

The hand that wanted to hold her slowly fell in her indifferent expression.

Yue'er felt the dreary atmosphere now, and she really didn't want her parents to become like this, and she remembered that her mother and another uncle had been able to walk in recently, and she suddenly became even more uneasy.

Yue'er raised her head to look at Shang Zhi, whose face was haggard and his eyes were full of pain, and said crisply: "Dad......"

"Yue'er." Shang Zhi lowered his eyes and looked at his daughter, seeing her worried expression, which made him a little moved, he took a step forward, wanting to reach out and touch her little head as before, but was blocked by Ji Weiwei sideways.

She even pulled Yue'er behind her, blocking the sight of the father and daughter.

"Mom? You don't want that. Yue'er's voice began to be muffled.

"Yue'er is obedient, don't talk now." Ji Weiwei didn't want to stay for a moment longer, and she didn't want to have too much entanglement with Shang Zhi.

She knew how much Yue'er missed Shang Zhi, and she also knew the thoughts that roared in her heart when she saw Shang Zhi again after so many days.

But she couldn't forget the dead child anyway.

Every point of missing Shangzhi will make her feel more sorry for her child.

She knew that her indifference had hurt him and hurt herself, but she was completely unable to let go and forget now, at least not now, at least not at the child's funeral.

I don't know if she can put it down in the future, she has woken up crying countless times in her dreams, dreaming that she was holding the cold baby.

"Hmph." Ji Weiwei didn't look at it anymore, and snorted coldly and picked up Yue'er and prepared to leave.

"Wait." Shang Zhi grabbed Ji Weiwei's arm and blocked her way.

Ji Weiwei's gaze swept to the good-looking hand on her forearm, Shang Zhi's eyes darkened, and he took his hand back, his fingertips trembling.

"I'm sorry." He said.

Ji Weiwei thought, is his sorry to get in the way, or is it for their child?

Ji Weiwei's voice was faint: "You are not welcome here, and I hope you leave as soon as possible." ”

"This is also my child," Shang Ji said firmly, "and this is also a fact that you cannot deny. ”

Ji Weiwei was angry: "How can there be a father in the world who would treat his children like this?" ”

"Believe it or not, I didn't do anything to hurt him!" Speaking of this, Shang Zhi's voice was full of remorse, "The only thing I regret is that I snubbed him too much, and this is my last chance to make amends." ”

Ji Weiwei looked at him coldly and didn't speak.

Shang Ji continued, "Whether you admit it or not, I have the right to attend this funeral. ”

"That's up to you." Ji Weiwei didn't continue to dwell on this problem,

Just bypassed him and went to the doctor.

Shang Ji followed her silently.

Ji Weiwei found the doctor in charge at the time, and the doctor said: "The death certificate has been issued for you, and you should get the funeral by yourself." ”

The doctor glanced at Shang Zhi without a trace, was silent, took out the death certificate from the piece's house, and was about to hand it to Shang Zhi, when Ji Weiwei took it.

Ji Weiwei looked down at the death certificate, the cause and time of death, as well as the certification and seal of the hospital, a fluttering piece of paper, proving a person's final destination.

Ji Weiwei's hand holding the paper couldn't help but tremble, as if the paper weighed a thousand pounds, making her almost unable to hold it.

Her eyes were full of moisture, the corners of her eyes began to redden, and her thin shoulders trembled slightly, which made Shang Zhi feel even more distressed.

He took a step closer, wanting to hold Ji Weiwei in his arms and let her rely on everything.

But she took a deep breath, held back all her emotions, pushed Shang Zhi's chest away, sniffed, and said to the doctor, "Thank you." ”

Then Ji Weiwei took Yue'er and walked out, the child's body had been transferred to the largest funeral home, and she now needed to rush over with a death certificate.

Shang Zhi still followed her silently, and after leaving the hospital, Shang Zhi went to the parking lot to pick up the car and drove the mother and daughter to the funeral home together.

All the way, Ji Weiwei gritted her teeth and pursed her lips, forcing herself to stay calm all the time, and she wanted to finish the child's funeral.

Yue'er was also very depressed, she kept her head drooping, unusually quiet, no longer chattering like usual, she also endured her emotions and didn't cry, afraid that after she cried, her parents would be even more upset, after all, both of them are very unhappy now.

Ji Weiwei didn't want to be high-profile, and she didn't want the news of her child's death and funeral to become the remnants of hype, so as soon as she received the news, she rushed to the hospital non-stop to arrange things.

In order to let the child go quietly, she thought that she and Yue'er were two people, and now there were not many Shangzhi.

Shang Zhi didn't want others to participate, this was their family's business, there was no need to let others know, and there was no need to let others cry and mourn, other people were nothing to him.

The two of them once again had a tacit understanding and chose to handle it in a low-key manner.

Soon arrived at the gate of the city funeral home.

Dozens of wide stairs were built at the gate, and there were colorful trees planted on one side, and there were garlands used by the deceased in many places, and white and black characters were hung on the face to describe the life of the deceased.

The three of them got out of the car in silence and came to a hall according to the designated hall number.

It was full of white candles and white flowers, and in a glass coffin, in which lay their children.

The little child was huddled in the big cold coffin, and now it was even more pitiful, and in front of the coffin was his picture.

The group bowed in front of the coffin, finished some rituals, and said some more words, and then the staff who had been guarding the door said, "Okay, you can send him to the cremation with us." ”

The staff put a layer of black cloth on the coffin, and then the four of them carried the coffin to the cremation room.

The staff in the cremation room, wearing white special overalls and masks, took over the coffin they sent.

There are several large boxes in the cremation room, which are filled with people, pushed into the fire, and burned at regular intervals, and finally become a push of ashes, which are loaded into the ashes prepared on the side

box.

When Ji Weiwei saw her small child being pushed into the fire for cremation, she heard the sound of burning skin and flesh, and asked about the burst of burning smell, and suddenly collapsed.

She covered her face and began to cry.

"Woo woo......."

"My child, he has only been in the world for a few days, and he is going to leave the world in this form......"

"Ahhh

She cried hoarsely, like a helpless child who had seen an earthquake collapse of a building.

The cry echoed in the cremation room, and it smashed straight into Shang Zhi's heart one after another.

That is also his child in the end, and it is also his flesh and blood in the end, how can he not be in pain, how can he not hate?

His children were cremated inside, his wife was hoarse outside, and there was no more pain in the world.

Shang Zhi said in a hoarse voice: "Weiwei......."

Ji Weiwei felt Shang Zhi's approach, and immediately screamed: "Don't come here!" ”

Shang Zhi paused, no longer daring to take a step forward, he was afraid of making Ji Weiwei even more excited.

"Why don't you care so much about him!" Ji Weiwei sobbed and said, "Isn't that your child?" Why do you do this to him! Why ......."

"Vivi," Shang Zhi said bitterly, "I don't want to, really. ”

"My heart is also aching," Sangji said, "and I'd rather the person inside who is being cremated right now is myself." ”

"Don't say it, don't say it!" Ji Weiwei covered her ears and shook her head in pain, "I don't listen!" ”

Yue'er sat on the ground crying, tears falling to the ground one by one like soybeans: "Brother, my brother will never come back, wow woo." ”

"Ahem-" Ji Weiwei coughed violently, one by one, as if she wanted to cough out her lungs.

Her body was still weak, she had not recovered at all, and she couldn't accept such stimulation for a while, and her eyes suddenly became dazzling, and her vision began to blur.

Ji Weiwei's figure swayed, and when Shang Zhi couldn't help but want to support her, suddenly an arm grabbed Ji Weiwei, and Ji Weiwei fainted into that person's arms.

Shang Ji's hand froze in mid-air again.

"You don't deserve to touch her," the person who suddenly appeared was An Ping, "because a person like you, who has hurt even your own son, is not worthy to be a father or a husband to her." ”

Shang Zhi saw the person coming, frowned and said: "I didn't hurt my son, I Shang Zhi won't do this kind of thing, whether you believe it or not, I said I didn't do it." ”

An Ping snorted coldly: "Mr. Shang dares to do this but dare not admit it?" ”

Shang Zhi stared at him and said, "Why do you want to admit what I haven't done?" ”

Anping sneered back disdainfully: "Just like a bad guy never says that he is a bad person, it's useless to admit it or not, because the facts are there." ”

The two men said this, and I scolded each other.

During this period, Ji Weiwei woke up and looked up to see An Ping's expression softened, "Why are you here?" ”

An Ping lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms, and his figure became gentle: "I'll take you away." ”

"Okay."

Ji Weiwei took Yue'er and followed Anping directly.

Shang Zhi's expression was gloomy, and he whispered: "Weiwei, I really don't have ......"

Only the silent back answered him.

(End of chapter)

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