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Xu Jiamu was stunned for a moment, and then he understood something, and his sleepiness disappeared in an instant.

His legs were a little weak, and he stared at Song Xiangsi, who was crying and trembling all over, for a long time, before he reluctantly walked to Song Xiangsi's side with a steady pace.

Father Song's lying posture is very regular, his hands are folded on his abdomen, his expression is very peaceful, it looks more like he is asleep, the corners of his lips are closed, and a trace of laughter can be vaguely seen, as if he had a beautiful dream.

Xu Jiamu stretched out his hand and gently touched Song's father's hand, the touch was cold, his fingertips trembled fiercely, and then he turned his head to look at Song Xiangsi, seeing her crying heartbroken, his heart was also flooded with pain like a knife, he took a lot of effort before he pressed his hand on her shoulder, and said a very pale and weak comforting word: "Sisi, don't be too sad." ”

Song Xiangsi didn't seem to hear Xu Jiamu's words at all, and she was still crying to herself.

In fact, she knows that birth, old age, sickness and death are normal human feelings, and she also knows that her father will not live long, but she didn't expect her father to leave so suddenly, which makes Song Xiangsi really a little unacceptable.

She also thought that she would take her father back to Beijing in a few days, take the little red bean to him and show him, and tell him that he has a granddaughter, she also thought that when her father saw the little red bean, he would definitely be in a good mood and live a little longer, obviously a few hours ago, his father still held her hand and told her a lot of things in the past, his spirit seemed to be very good, and his speech was not as slow as before, but why did he die?

The more Song Xiangsi thought about it, the more fierce she cried.

Xu Jiamu slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand, and hugged Song Xiangsi into his arms, and after a while, the placket on his chest was soaked.

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Song Xiangsi has been unable to get out of the blow of Song's father in the past few days, her brain has always been muddy, and she is almost an inch in front of Song's father's posthumous photo every day.

Therefore, Song's father's funeral was basically handled by Xu Jiamu.

On the day of the burial, Song's father's friends came over.

Song Xiangsi seemed a little distracted, and all the hospitality work was also arranged by Xu Jiamu.

Song's father was buried next to Song's mother's grave, when the coffin was buried in the ground, it rained heavily in the sky, Song Xiangsi knelt in the soil, crying liver and intestines, Xu Jiamu held an umbrella and knelt beside her.

The umbrella was almost propped up on Song Xiangsi's body, and Xu Jiamu was drenched like a chicken in soup.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, all the people who came to the funeral left one after another, leaving only Xu Jiamu and Song Xiangsi at home.

In the past three days, Song Xiangsi has hardly eaten, and he has lost a lot of weight by looking at it, Xu Jiamu went to the kitchen to boil a bowl of white porridge and brought it to the bedroom.

Song Xiangsi was lying on the bed, with her back to him, without moving, Xu Jiamu put the porcelain bowl on the table on the side, picked her up from the bed, and was just about to feed Song Xiangsi with the porridge, but she suddenly waved her hand and pushed it away, and the hot porridge spilled out, falling on Xu Jiamu's hand, and his fingers were instantly red.

Song Xiangsi paused for a moment, and finally turned his head without saying a word.

Xu Jiamu had a good temper, without the slightest displeasure, just bent down, cleaned up the mess, and walked out of the bedroom.

After a while, another bowl of porridge came in.