Looking at the back of Jiang Xinglong leaving, Luo Yun felt that this man had changed from an entrepreneur to an ordinary middle-aged man, his back was not as straight as when he first saw him, and his hair was not as neat and smooth as after the first time he saw him, but it was much warmer and more cordial than at that time.

Looking at her brother again, Luo Yun reciprocated with a poignant smile, relieved and unconcealable sadness overlapped on her face, making her look even thinner and helpless, Luo Yifan quickly pushed her sister to the side of the corridor, squatted down and hugged her into his arms. Just like Jiang Xinglong, Luo Yifan's heart was all on his sister, kissing his sister's bloodless face, Luo Yifan's heart tightened for no reason.

"Yifan, was I ugly just now?"

"No, my sister is doing well, really!" Said words of relief very casually, but Luo Yifan's mind was not on the problem itself, and he began to be afraid of certain things. Just like everything Jiang Xinglong and Liang Yongxin went through, he hopes that it will never happen to him and his sister.

"Sister, let's go back to the hospital."

"Nope." Luo Yun shook her head gently, there were still tears in her eyes, but this time it was for her mother.

"The nursing home hasn't called me for more than half a month......"

"That's because of your hospitalization, I discussed with the nursing home, and I'll contact you when you are discharged." Luo Yifan didn't deny anything, nor did he say anything about Luo Yun's mother's death, but just kissed Luo Yun's face again, my sister is always very sensitive to the affairs of her relatives, how much she needs family affection Luo Yifan understands very well.

There are some things that need not be said between people who know each other, Luo Yifan hid it from his sister in order to delay the harm, but he didn't think that his sister would always be hidden from him.

When he spoke again, the words were much simpler and clearer, Luo Yifan stood up and held the handle of the wheelchair, and pushed towards the door of the detention center, while saying, "Sister, let's go see my mother together." ”

"Bring a few persimmons for mom... And pineapple, which was her favorite when she was younger. ”

"Hmm."

"Tell my mother about what happened during this time, you say, I always can't express it clearly, now she is no longer confused, she will say that I am too stupid......"

"Hmm."

Like an ordinary conversation between sisters and brothers, Luo Yun and Luo Yifan said calm words as they walked, but these contained Luo Yun's love for her relatives and Luo Yifan's love for Luo Yun.

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The urn carved with vermilion lacquer was placed in the middle of the layers of wooden frames, Luo Yun looked up at the person who gave him life, and the little by little past events slowly flowed through his mind like a stream. She is immersed in memories, but also in the pain and beauty of the past.

The thousands of words that I thought about on the road now turned into a little bit of crystal and longing in my eyes, and Luo Yun was silent, silently mourning for her mother.

Luo Yifan stood behind his sister with his son in his arms, who they had just picked up from the all-day care school. She hadn't seen her for almost a month, and Luo Yun dreamed of her son and mother almost every night, and her heart was already full of longing.

At the gate of the school, Luo Yun hugged her son and kissed her, insisted on letting her son sit on her all the way, refused to give Luo Yifan a hug, and arrived at the door of the funeral home, and her son was handed to Luo Yifan's arms. And Luo Yifan just smiled dotingly and didn't say anything.

There are only two staff members inside the funeral home at the moment, one working in the hall and the other in the janitor's room. When Luo Yifan pushed Luo Yun in, the staff in the hall didn't ask much, just glanced at the small book in Luo Yifan's hand and let them in.

It was not difficult to find Luo Yun's mother's urn from the middle of the shelves, because Luo Yifan remembered where it was placed.

The urn was covered by a red cloth, and there were photos of Luo Yun's mother before she fell ill, her facial features and silhouette were very similar to Luo Yun's, but her delicate temperament was like Liang Yongxin.

The visit was not too long, and the son was a little restless, always asking Luo Yifan some irrelevant questions. Listening to the whispered conversation between the father and son, Luo Yun barely lifted his spirits from his memories.

"Yifan......" Luo Yun didn't know what she was going to say, she just called softly, she needed Luo Yifan more than she imagined.

"Sister, it's time for us to go back." Luo Yifan said.

But the son immediately asked next to him, "Why does Dad keep calling Mom and sister?" Isn't it supposed to shout dear? "My son, who is in the third grade of primary school, already knows a lot.

Luo Yun lowered her head and blushed a little, but Luo Yifan asked her son generously: "Who did you listen to?" ”

"On TV, there are classmates who say this, just like one of my classmates' parents shouts like this, and also, in the TV series, foreigners call darling, but I already know a lot of English words. Father. ”

"But for Dad, I prefer to call your mother sister, because your mother was Dad's sister from the beginning, from childhood to adulthood, it was your mother who took care of Dad, and now you can't change it."

"Oh." The son seemed to understand whether he understood or not, maybe his parents' way of getting along was a little special, and he couldn't fully figure it out for a while.

Luo Yifan added: "If you live with your parents all the time in the future, you will get used to it." ”

"Well, and also, I heard that my dad is a big star, and many classmates in the school envy me, and the teacher also asked me to ask you for an autograph, is it okay?"

"Of course, if you score above 90 in the final exam this time, I'll go to your school for a parent-teacher conference, how about it?"

"It's a word, Dad can't say that he is busy denying it."

"It's a deal!"

Luo Yun was pushed by the father and son towards the door of the funeral home, silently listening to the interaction between the father and son, the sense of happiness gradually enveloped the pain, and the afternoon sunshine that greeted her eyes seemed to be the bright smile of her mother before her death, and she no longer looked so sad.

'O God, please let this love that is fused with blood and family not leave me for the rest of my life! I'm willing to pay any price for it! ’