"Whose funeral?" Lian Xinying felt that the oxygen in his body was being pumped out in an instant.

It's been two days!

There was no whereabouts of Yan Ye for two days.

She looked very quiet, but in fact, her heart was already scarred by torture.

Imagine a living person buried in the rubble with no news for two days and two nights...... Chances of survival...... Very little.

Now that Yan's father came to inform the funeral, Lian Xinying thought of Yan Ye almost reflexively.

Father Yan looked at her nervous and pale face, his lips moved, he wanted to tell her the truth, but decided to wait.

Yan Ye may or may not be dead.

Since it's possible that he didn't die, wait a little longer.

Yan's father couldn't accept the news of his son's departure, and he hoped that Yan Ye would come back by himself after a while.

"My father's funeral. Yan Ye likes you so much, and the two of you have a child, I think, I should invite you to come. Father Yan went word by word, trying to express his emotions smoothly.

Lian Xinying breathed a sigh of relief, then nodded.

"Okay, I'll take Xiao Cheng over tomorrow."

"Don't exaggerate the meaning of death with Xiao Cheng. He was still young. Before Father Yan left, he explained to Lian Xinying.

Heart-to-heart greeting.

Even if Father Yan doesn't say it, even Xinying knows it.

Xiaocheng has watched a lot of cartoons, and he already knows the word death.

But he only knew that death was to fall, and he could no longer fight, and he did not know the true meaning of life death.

After Yan's father left, Lian Xinying planned to go out and buy clothes for the funeral.

Just as Lian Xinying was about to go out, Xiao Cheng came back from school.

"Mom, I'm out of school so early today!" After Xiao Cheng came back, he surrounded Lianxin and saw his mother carrying a bag, so he asked, "Is my mother going out?" Take me there! ”

The little guy's pleading appearance made Lianxin soften.

After getting in the car, Xiao Cheng suddenly thought of his father: "Mom, why hasn't my father come home for a few days?" Where did he go? When will you be back? ”

Although he is very happy to have a mother, the presence of his father can make him feel that his life is complete.

If he didn't have a father, other children would laugh at him for not having a father.

Xiao Cheng also asked this question before, although he didn't ask it often, but every time he asked this question, it was a torture for Lian Xinying.

How would she answer her son?

She also wanted to know about that.

"He went to work somewhere else and came back later." When Lian Xinying said this, every word carried a heavy emotion.

"Oh, Daddy made money...... Daddy is so hard! I want to be kind to my dad in the future......" Xiao Cheng lowered his head and played with the toys in his hand.

His self-conscious answer brought tears to his eyes.

When Yan Ye was by his side, he didn't think about cherishing the word at all, and when he was gone, he knew that he could be better to him before.

The words were said by Xiao Cheng, but they were a portrayal of Lian Xinying's mood.

When he arrived at the mall and bought clothes, Xiao Cheng didn't want black clothes.

With a disgusted face, he greeted the coquettishness.

"Mom, I want the red ...... Don't be black! Ugly! "Xiao Cheng already has his own aesthetics.

Lian Xinying didn't follow him: "There's your favorite Donald Duck on it." ”

After buying clothes, returning home, mechanically eating dinner, bathing, sleeping, and soon, a new day is coming.

The funeral was very low-key.

There weren't many people invited, so Lian Xinying recognized Wang Qingqing's face in the crowd at a glance.

(Po Sing Shek Academy)