The summer sun is always so unconscionable, no matter how broken others are at this time, it can hang in the sky and laugh heartlessly.

Changed into plain clothes, Lin Qingqing went to the funeral in Suzhou City with Ou Yuanlan. It was their third day back home, and everything was so rushed that it didn't even take time to calm down.

Sitting in the car, Lin Qingqing just stared out the window, she didn't say a word, and she didn't have any expression. The events of the night before yesterday are still vivid, those sadness, sadness, and crying are not far away, and in the blink of an eye, they are about to say goodbye to Sioux City completely.

"Everyone will leave, including me, so don't let grief be the whole of your life." Ou Yuanlan, who was driving on the side, said lightly.

I have to admit that what he said is indeed very reasonable, and it can even be said that I can't find fault with it. But Lin Qingqing doesn't like to listen to this kind of talk, especially the three words "including me".

Shaking his head slightly, Lin Qingqing replied stubbornly: "If one day we will really separate, I must go ahead of you." She said firmly.

For her, the person who was left behind was always the saddest. So she would rather be the one who left, and would rather selfishly give up all her sadness to Ou Yuanlan.

However, sometimes, Ou Yuanlan is always too rational, so rational that he can control almost all his feelings. "We don't have a choice." There is no temperature in this sentence, but there is a hint of helplessness.

If he could choose, how could Ou Yuanlan be separated from Lin Qingqing. Even if he was such a confident person, he didn't know where he could find someone exactly like her in this world except for the person in front of him.

For the rest of the journey, the two didn't speak again, just looked at each other without saying a word. The atmosphere inside the car was not awkward, but it was a little deserted, in stark contrast to the high temperature outside the window.

After arriving at the funeral site, Lin Qingqing found that many people had already come at this time. She opened the car door and walked down, and as soon as she walked to the door, she saw Xu Yanran's figure.

Today, Xu Yanran has changed into the dress of a normal person, she is wearing a long black dress, wrapped from her shoulders to her ankles. With a small white flower on his chest, he stood beside the Su family's parents with an expressionless face.

After walking a few steps, Lin Qingqing saw that there were still words on the little white flower that Xu Yanran was wearing. There was a white strip of silk on it, and the black pen said Sioux City Widow.

Even though Lin Qingqing is not a liberal arts major, she still knows what the word widow means. In addition to being amazed, she was more distressed.

"Yanran ......" slowly approached, and Lin Qingqing finally spoke to Xu Yanran.

However, before she could finish speaking, Xu Yanran interrupted her. "Let's go in first." She barely squeezed out a smile, but her eyes were lowered and she didn't dare to look at Lin Qingqing.

Looking at Xu Yanran's appearance, Lin Qingqing couldn't say anything more. Today is a sad day, so let her indulge her feelings.

Shaking Xu Yanran's hand, Lin Qingqing took Ou Yuanlan's arm and walked inside. She glanced back at the man and saw that she was stroking the white flower on her chest with her head down.

It can be regarded as fulfilling one of her wishes, Lin Qingqing said softly in his heart. Even though this is not true, there was a time when Xu Yanran appeared in front of everyone as Su Cheng's wife.

"Even if one day you have nothing, you become old and ugly, and you have a terminal illness that cannot be cured, I will always love you." Lin Qingqing, who had never said such sensual words, suddenly turned his head and said to Ou Yuanlan.

Hearing this, Ou Yuanlan, who should have been moved, only raised the corners of his mouth lightly. "There won't be a day." He broke Lin Qingqing's unrealistic illusions.

What does it feel like to be with a sane person? Lin Qingqing felt that he could almost write a big essay of 8,000 words to denounce this kind of person.

They always seem to be very sensible, and they can always list plan 1 and plan 2 in their minds as soon as they encounter things. When I hear touching love words, I will always quickly assess in my mind how sincere and how possible it is.

I have to say that living together like this will really be a lot less fun. But Lin Qingqing had no way to deal with this person, because she liked it, so she had no choice but to admit it.

Stopping in front of the photo and the mourning hall, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in Lin Qingqing's sight.

The man was also wearing a black suit today, and he was wearing a small white flower on his chest. If there is no mistake, Lin Qingqing knows that it is something that can only be worn by family members.

"Look at that person, he ......" Lin Qingqing gently tugged at Ou Yuanlan's sleeve, but before she finished speaking, she met the person opposite.

Needless to say, that person is Su Mu. With such familiar eyebrows and eyes, and such similar appearances, Lin Qingqing knew that it was absolutely impossible for him to admit his mistake.

Seeing Lin Qingqing and Ou Yuanlan, Su Mu also slowly walked over. "You're here too." He greeted calmly.

"You...... What is your relationship with Sioux City? It wasn't until this time that Lin Qingqing found out that both Su Cheng and Su Mu were surnamed Su.

When she first met her before, and even after she became familiar with it later, she never felt that there was anything strange about the name Su Mu. There are many people with this surname in this world, and there are even many people with the same name and surname, so this issue is unlikely to attract people's attention at all.

However, at this time, looking at Su Mu and thinking of the names of the two again, Lin Qingqing seemed to understand something. It turns out that many things are really connected invisibly.

Compared with Lin Qingqing, Ou Yuanlan on the side was much calmer. "You're Sioux City's cousin, Su Mu." He explained for Su Mu.

"Well, Sioux City is my cousin." He said as he glanced back at the black-and-white photo hanging in the mourning hall. "Because I didn't know that you were friends before, I didn't say it, and when I wanted to say it later, I didn't have a chance." There was sadness in his tone that couldn't be concealed.

As for the so-called kinship or something, it doesn't seem to matter so much at the moment. Lin Qingqing nodded with relief, and then pulled Ou Yuanlan to the mourning hall to offer incense.

The entire mourning hall was large and empty, and Xu Yanran had already walked in from the door. She was now in a corner, her gaze falling straight on the black and white frame.

It's like a rag doll, without any soul. Xu Yanran was like such a doll at this time, her expression was dull, but her heart seemed to be torn apart.

When the pain reaches a certain level, you don't feel the pain at all. Lin Qingqing looked at her through the crowd, and felt some empathy in his heart.