In front of him, it was Yan Youcheng's familiar face that couldn't be more familiar.

There is no bloodstain, no scary blue gray, there is only a faint white, a bloodless white, except for it, it is the same as usual.

The once young and handsome face is full of wrinkles, and it is as old as a piece of bark.

I also wore a brand new shroud on my body, and I lay down very decently.

It looks like I'm asleep......

In a trance, Long Qingxin really wanted to push the person in the coffin and scold him for being an old and immortal bastard, but he dared to pretend to be dead and deceive her!

But after that thought flashed away, all that remained in my heart was the boundless emptiness and suffocating loneliness and sorrow.

Yan Youcheng is really dead.

I will never open my eyes to her again, and I will not ask her how she is doing......

When the tears that couldn't be contained crossed his cheeks over and over again, Long Qingxin knew that his stubbornness for so many years was just stubbornness.

She still loves him.

The love is deep, and the responsibility is keen.

Otherwise, how could the anger in her heart not disappear for so many decades?

"That's it, after all, you are still in front of me......" Choked softly, Long Qingxin suddenly felt that his legs were weak, and he could only hold the coffin with both hands, and withdrew his gaze with teary eyes, not daring to look at Yan Youcheng again.

I hated for half my life, I hated for half my life, and what was the result?

She didn't get anything, in exchange for half of her lonely life, and this lifeless corpse.

Long Qingxin turned around, his legs were no longer weak, and he sat down on the chair on one side, stunned.

"Old lady......" The servant beside him whispered worriedly, but Long Qingxin waved his hand, sat by himself, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

After Long Qingxin stepped aside, Yan Qingcai, who had been kneeling in front of the spirit, got up, walked slowly to the coffin, and covered the coffin for Yan Youcheng.

When he came back, he found an undertaker to repair Yan Youcheng's appearance and change him into clean clothes.

He knew that he was as proud as his father, and he must not like the dirtiness on his body, and he would not be willing to appear in front of his beloved woman in such a down-and-out manner......

The moment the coffin lid fell, Yan Qing's eyes turned red again.

From then on, he was really alone, fatherless and motherless.

In addition to grief, Long Qingxin's voice suddenly reached his ears, "Where is Yan Jun?" ”

Yan Qing then turned around, adjusted his breathing, and replied, "I've gone to Lu's house." ”

"......" Long Qing still had tears in his eyes, but he still didn't think about it, thinking about the current situation, "Let him come back." ”

"This ......" Yan Qing paused slightly, looking at Long Qingxin in some surprise.

"Let him come back." Long Qingxin's tone increased, but it sounded full of powerlessness, "And Ah Sheng, a few of you, send this old thing to be buried first." ”

After hearing this, Yan Qing's eyes were slightly sluggish, and he looked at Long Qingxin in disbelief......

She just said that let him be with Yan Jun and send his father to be buried?

She, unexpectedly...... Didn't she hate him?

Yan Qing's heart was heavy, as if he had been filled with something all at once.

For as long as he can remember, he was taken back to the Yan family by his father.

At that time, Long Qingxin had already returned to Qingxin Garden, and Yan Qing had never seen Long Qingxin much at all.

I didn't see the real person, but in my father's study, there were countless photos, and it was always the same woman.

Various styles, cheongsams of various colors, and a smile full of confidence, it is really graceful and captivating.

In addition to these photos, there is also the murmur of my father in his sleep, "Pure heart, pure heart......"