When Wen Xin was fifteen years old, Wen Xitang died, and since he had surgery, he only lasted less than eight years, and he failed to accompany her to adulthood after all.

On the day of Wen Xitang's burial, the sky was gloomy from the morning, and it rained for a day.

There were not many people who came to the funeral, except for some relatives and friends, Helian Yu and Jun also came.

Although he had done a lot of wrong things, too many things had happened in seven years, and looking back, those things were not worth mentioning in the face of death.

Wen Xirin died because he saved Helian like a brocade, he was his younger brother, and he was courteous and righteous, and Helian should have come to send him off.

After the condolences were over, Helian Yu looked at the rain outside, which was obviously a little heavier than when he came, turned his head to look at Jun Xiangjian, and said softly: "You wait for me here, I'll go to the car to get an umbrella." ”

Jun Xiangjian just wanted to say no, when he saw a small figure running towards them not far away.

"Little fish?"

Helian Jun leaned on his little short legs, holding an umbrella in his arms that was almost as tall as him, and ran towards this side in a swaying way.

Jun Xiangjian took a step forward, pulled him into his arms, and wiped the raindrops on his forehead with a tissue: "Why did you run out?" ”

Although Helian Juntian is only seven years old, he looks like Helian Yu in his gestures, a proper little adult, but his voice has some milk that belongs to a child: "Send an umbrella to Mommy." ”

Jun Xiangxiang's heart is a warm mess, what kind of virtue did she accumulate in her last life, not only did she meet such a good man as Helian and gave birth to a son, but she was also so warm.

Helian Yu had a relieved expression, took the umbrella out of his son's arms, hugged Jun Xiangjian's shoulder, and put all the umbrellas on her head: "Let's go." ”

Jun Xiangjian glanced at the small fish that was left aside, and said angrily: "And your son." ”

Helian Jun tilted his head: "No need Mommy, a little rain for a man is nothing!" ”

Jun Xiangjian was amused, but she still pinched the waist of the man next to her.

Helian was helpless, handed the umbrella to the woman, and then leaned over to hug his son, Helian Jun leaned around his neck tightly: "Thank you, Dad." ”

"You're welcome."

Jun Xiang: "......"

The man put his other hand on the woman's shoulder, and the family of three gradually drifted away with an umbrella......

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Cemetery.

At this time, only Wen Yanqi, Hua Yi and Wen Xin remained.

It was getting late, Wen Yanqi walked to Wen Xin's side with an umbrella: "Xinxin, we should go back." Would it be okay to come and see the second uncle when you have time? ”

She was answered by silence.

After a long time, the girl slowly shook her head: "Auntie, you and your uncle should go back first, I want to stay alone with my second uncle for a while." ”

Wen Yanqi still wanted to persuade, but was pulled by Hua Yixuan, and he shook his head.

Wen Yanqi could only give up: "Then I'll ask the driver to wait for you at the bottom of the mountain, and you remember to go out from the east exit later." ”

"Hmm."

After Wen Yanqi left, Wen Xin talked a lot about the past in front of Wen Xitang's grave, from the time she can remember, it was scattered until she couldn't remember what to say anymore.

Wen Xitang has never married in her life, and she knows that a large part of the reason is because of her oil bottle.

In the twilight, Wen Xin moved her numb legs, looking up at the sky, and the raindrops fell on her face, mixed with her tears.

"Second uncle, I'm leaving, I'll come to see you in a while."

Her mood was so low and absent-minded that she forgot what Wen Yanqi had told her and walked towards the west exit of the cemetery......

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