was really unbearable to be inked by Long Yi, and Evil Xiaofei chose to surrender.

His old man's mouth is made of iron, and he can talk for a day and a night without getting tired or hurting, but his ears are made of meat, and he can't stand this kind of noise.

Long Yi squinted his crystal eyes, looking at the back of Evil Xiaofei who was gone, and his heart blossomed.

It turns out that Evil Xiaofei can't stand the verbosity, so didn't she find a magic weapon to win?

After a long time, Xie Xiaofei returned, followed by a wheelchair delivery person, carrying a large handful of white chrysanthemums in her hand.

After the man put the wheelchair down, he said a few more precautions and turned to leave.

Long Yi asked curiously, "Xiaofei, why did you buy burning paper?" ”

Evil Xiaofei was stunned, and she replied in a low voice: "Tomorrow is my father's death day." ”

Oh. Long Yi didn't speak, and he couldn't think of anything to comfort, just silently looked at her with a sad face.

The silent atmosphere was very embarrassing, coupled with Evil Xiaofei's sadness, which made Long Yi very distressed.

After a while, Long Yi said, "Tomorrow you go to worship, and I will accompany you." ”

Evil Xiaofei shook her head: "No need. My dad likes to be pure and never wants to be disturbed. What's more, if I take a man to worship him, the impact will be bad. ”

Unprecedentedly, Long Yi spent the night obediently for the first time, without being verbose or teasing her again.

Evil Xiaofei is also used to looking down on the angle of view, lying in other people's arms, and she can't be "ungrateful" to drive people out. Ling'er spent the night quietly, thinking about their own thoughts.

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Before dawn the next day, Evil Xiaofei left.

Long Yi closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, and then looked at the slender back with complicated and intracted eyes, and left lonely, with a lot of emotion in his heart.

When Xie Xiaofei took a taxi to the cemetery in City A, when she was still far away from her father's tombstone, she suddenly found that there was a bouquet of white chrysanthemums there!

"Hey, who will worship Daddy?"

Evil Xiaofei was very puzzled in her heart, her father had a lot of friends during his lifetime, but after his death, he showed an indifferent face, and no one even came to his father's funeral, who would worship his father?

With full of doubts, Evil Xiaofei strode to the front, and sure enough, in front of her father's curtain, a bouquet of white chrysanthemums was lying quietly. But not a single one.

"Who is it? Who sent the chrysanthemum? Evil Xiaotong asked loudly, but no one answered.

Evil Xiaofei was very puzzled, secretly sent flowers, but did not leave a name, who could it be?

Forget it, let's worship first. Evil Xiaofei thought about it, put her big bouquet of chrysanthemums in front of her father's tombstone, and after that, took out a white cloth and carefully wiped the tombstone.

At the same time, she was talking to her father.

She has been dependent on her father since she was a child, and her relationship is naturally deep. Although she doesn't have a mother, whether it is material or spiritual, her father doubles down on her, so that she doesn't feel that she has less than others.

Especially father's love, what her father gave her was three times that of other people's fathers, so the lack of maternal love naturally made up for it.

But because of this, the death of her father made Xie Xiaofei even more painful, and made her feel lonely and helpless.

She couldn't talk about those sad things, because she was afraid that her father would be worried, so she picked up some happy things to talk about, but unfortunately this year, there were too few happy things, and soon there were no words.

Tears flowed down uncontrollably, and Evil Xiaofei stubbornly wiped her face, she couldn't cry in front of her father, let alone let her father worry, so she wiped the tombstone and turned to leave.