Jing Hongyuan originally didn't plan to say anything, but if something happened to him, he still hoped that Wushuang would come over to see him for the last time, so he still chose to tell her.

"What do you say? Are you getting someone wrong? Why do you answer my aunt's cell phone? ”

Xia Ziwei almost couldn't believe what she heard, what do you mean that your father just died? Your mother is on the run?

Something must have gone wrong.

"I thought I hoped this didn't happen, but if your father is Xia Jinrong and your mother is Liu Yun, then there is nothing wrong, I don't know what unpleasant things have happened to you and the Xia family, I just start from the perspective of a father, I hope my daughter can come to send it off, Xue'er is resting, don't bother her anymore."

After these few words, Jing Hongyuan didn't wait for her to say goodbye, so she hung up the phone, and the words have come to this point, as for whether to come to see Xia Jinrong or not, that is her personal choice.

After the husband and wife sent Xia Jingshan back to the summer garden, they decided to stay in the summer garden, Mu Jinchen called Mu Baichuan and told him about it, he was too sad today, for fear that something would happen to Xia Jingshan in the middle of the night, so he simply asked Zhao Zhiliang to come over and stay in the summer garden directly at night.

Wushuang took Mu Jinchen back to his room, and Xia Yuan, which was without Xia Jinrong, suddenly became a lot colder, and the wind and rain outside continued, this was the biggest wind and rain in S City this year, and it was also the biggest wind and rain that Xia Yuan had ever experienced.

Wushuang's mood is still very low, this is the first time she has experienced death since she was sensible, and she won't be able to see such a good uncle in the future? Even she can't accept such a fact, how can her grandfather accept it?

It turns out that death is really the farthest distance between people, what reason do living people have not to cherish the people in front of them?

After crying for a day, her eyes were so red and swollen that they were also very dry, but Wushuang insisted on taking a photo album from the bedside table and flipping through them, she specially picked out some photos of her and Xia Jinrong, and reluctantly stroked them, her heart still hurt badly.

Tears have dried up, and grief continues.

Mu Jinchen took a hot towel from the bathroom, took off the photo album in her hand without saying a word, put it aside, forcefully put the little woman down, let her pill on her knees, and said softly, "Close your eyes." ”

Wushuang did not doubt him, and his eyes were also extremely tired, so he closed them obediently.

After a while, a warm towel covered her eyes, and her temples were gently rubbed by a pair of large dry hands, and she tensed up her emotions for the day, and instantly relaxed a little.

For a moment, no one was telling the truth, and it seemed that the sound of the wind and rain constantly beating on the windows was not so irritating.

"Thank you, Mr. Mu."

After a moment, Wushuang pulled down his hand that was gently pressing his temple, and gently rubbed it on his cheek a few times, and his voice was already a little hoarse, which was a sign of severe lack of water.

The man took the towel that had cooled down a little and pulled her up, "I'll go get you a glass of water." ”

Wushuang shook his head, holding the man's hand and refusing to let go, looking at him with red and swollen eyes for a moment, "I'm not thirsty." ”

Knowing that she didn't want him to go away, the pain in her heart became more and more obvious, and she kissed her forehead, and her deep voice was even softer at this time, "Okay, I won't go away, but Wushuang, the deceased is gone, I know that my uncle is a good person, and we can't bear him, but this is already an indisputable fact, and we can only choose to accept it." ”

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