Zhao Jin didn't seem to understand the meaning of her words, and said with concern: "Listening to your voice, you must be too tired tonight, and you will be busy tomorrow, remember to go to bed early and rest well." ”

Gu Yingqing ignored him, and he said again: "Oh yes, everything is fine at the nursing home, tomorrow I will ask someone to send your grandfather to dialysis, I heard that the old man has been in good condition recently, and when this side is over, you can go back and have a look." ”

Gu Yingqing's smile was uglier than crying, "Oh, is this a gift for me to sell my body?" ”

Zhao Jin reminded: "Yingqing, don't say it so ugly. ”

His hypocritical voice, Gu Yingqing was disgusted when he heard more than a word, and immediately hung up the phone.

She curled up motionless on the bed, squeezing her phone so hard that her finger bones ached.

As the minutes passed, there was a broken cry in the darkness.

Gu Yingqing didn't sleep much at night, and as soon as the morning dawned, he heard movement outside.

In the morning, a car will pick up the guests staying at Zhao's house to go to the funeral home, and after the final farewell ceremony, Zhao Nanchuan's body will be cremated and buried.

Gu Yingqing sat on the edge of the bed for a long time before getting up to wash up and put on black boots and coat.

The winter in Nanjiang City is wet and cold, often cooling down at night and flying snow, leaving only a layer of wet water marks on the ground after the snow melts, and the air is full of chills.

There was breakfast in the restaurant next door, but Gu Yingqing didn't plan to eat it, so he waited outside the restaurant until he left.

Not long after, a little chubby dun wrapped in a black cashmere coat and wearing a beret was taken out of the restaurant by the butler holding hands, and he was still holding a crab roe fried in his hand.

Gu Yingqing hurriedly trotted forward.

The little chubby dun noticed her, immediately pulled down his face, didn't look at her, and walked straight past her.

Gu Yingqing's heart was astringent, and he silently followed.

There were many black cars parked in the yard, Gu Yingqing stretched out his hand and put his hand on his shoulder, and said gently: "Xingxing, is it okay for you to ride in a car with your mother?" ”

Xingxing suddenly shook off her hand as if she was facing a great enemy, and yelled at her angrily: "You are not my mother, you are the bad woman who killed my father!" ”

The butler looked around, and many guests looked over, and he whispered to Xingxing, "Xingxing, don't mess around." ”

The housekeeper glanced at Gu Yingqing apologetically, "Miss Gu, you can sit in the car next door to us." ”

Gu Yingqing nodded awkwardly and covered up his embarrassment with a wry smile.

Just as he was about to move his feet, a little boy ran diagonally, and when he came up, he took her hand and looked at her sympathetically, "Auntie, you can come with us." ”

Gu Yingqing saw him on the night of the wedding, but he didn't know what his name was.

Just as he was about to ask who he was, a voice shouted: "Cheng Zhiyan! ”

Gu Yingqing looked over with the child, saw Cheng Yuesheng standing in front of the car, pointed at the child warningly, and hooked his chin at him with a serious face, "Come here." ”

A tone that cannot be refused.

The child named Cheng Zhiyan was afraid of that person and shrunk his neck, but he still felt that Gu Yingqing was too pitiful, and plucked up the courage to say, "You wait for me, I'll go and convince my father now." ”

Father?

Gu Yingqing looked at Cheng Yuesheng, the kid ran to him and was discussing something with him.

He looked up at her, and the two met their eyes in the cold wind.

Gu Yingqing's head was sweating, and without thinking about it, he got directly into the nearest empty car with no one in tow.

Cheng Zhiyan was still pleading: "Dad, let that aunt come with us, Xingxing is so hateful to his mother like this!" ”

Cheng Yuesheng frowned, "Aunt Ah, she is nosy at a young age." ”

After saying that, he grabbed the collar at the back of his neck and threw it into the back seat of the car.

Cheng Zhiyan pouted his buttocks, fluttered for a long time before he sat down in the seat, and his calf pants shrank up, revealing the cartoon autumn pants inside.

Dressed thickly in winter, the little guy was tired and panting after a toss, and he didn't forget to argue with his father: "Dad, why are you so hateful?!" ”

Cheng Yuesheng glanced at him, "How do you know that she is the star mother?" ”

"Big sister said that."

"What big sister?"

"It's your second cousin's daughter."

Cheng Yuesheng remembered the woman in her thirties who called him his little cousin.

He asked perfunctorily, "What else did she say?" ”

"She also said that Mother Star is a slut, and when I asked her what she meant by being a slut, she said that children should not eavesdrop on adults." Cheng Zhiyan looked innocent, "I think it should mean a bad person, but Mother Xingxing is very gentle and doesn't look bad." ”

"Knowing people and knowing faces but not hearts, how do you know that she is not bad?"

Cheng Zhiyan only understood the second half of the sentence and said: "On the day of the wedding, she gave me juice, her body was fragrant, she was so beautiful in a white dress, and her voice was beautiful." ”

Cheng Yuesheng looked at his worthless appearance and didn't want to say any more.

……

When I arrived at the funeral home, Zhao's mother Xu Anrong saw Gu Yingqing when I got out of the car.

In the past few days, she has been deeply immersed in the pain of losing her son, and her whole person is like dead wood, numbly accepting sentence after sentence of "festival mourning".

The moment she saw Gu Yingqing, she suddenly had emotions, her eyes seemed to be eating people, but in the presence of many people, she was not good at showing jokes to people in public, she didn't say anything, she just stared at Gu Yingqing hatefully for a long time.

Gu Yingqing knew that she didn't want to see her, so she silently followed the back of the team throughout the whole process.

From the farewell ceremony to cremation and burial, it was already afternoon after the process was completed, and the group went to the hotel for lunch.

After the banquet dispersed, the guests attending the funeral walked away, leaving only three or two close relatives of the Zhao family, Xu Anrong suddenly got up and walked towards Gu Yingqing.

"You still have a face!"

The anger that had been accumulating for many days exploded at this moment, Xu Anrong opened his bow left and right on the spot and gave Gu Yingqing two slaps, and his whole face became hideous and distorted due to anger.

Gu Yingqing's cheeks were numb, she gritted her teeth and endured the pain and humiliation, and her eyelids didn't move.

Xu Anrong had been holding back tears for a long time, pointed at Gu Yingqing, and shouted at her word by word: "You killed my son, how can you have the face?" You're not afraid that he'll come to you in the middle of the night to ask for your life! ”