Li Tifu continued to turn the next page, but the newly opened page contained three "You left (...) On the third and fourth days, only the title was written, not the content, and there were several blank lines between the three titles, and it seemed that no important events had happened, and Li Tifu continued to read:

The fifth day of your departure

Today is your funeral, in our own home.

It's nice that a lot of people came.

How happy I am that so many people still recognize you! I hope that the children will understand you, and they will understand you slowly, and I am also looking forward to what the children will feel after knowing your choices and contributions, I look forward to the arrival of this moment, they will definitely be very happy, and they will definitely be proud of you, I believe!

I have said before that a good soul and a strong will will not be buried by life, let alone disappear by death, and will definitely survive in another way, and one day in the future there will definitely be someone who will inherit your will, and your spirit will definitely be handed down. I believe!

I have one thing I want to ask you to forgive me, and I will tell you if you forgive me first! Okay, don't worry, listen to me tell you slowly.

Didn't I tell you that there were a lot of people at your funeral?

They looked at me strangely, whispered to each other, and talked behind my back.

I understand what the look in their eyes means when they look at me?

I know, aren't they just doubting me and my feelings for you?

I'm telling you, I don't care, I don't care.

And I stood in front of the gate, greeting visitors.

Among the guests were two women, and when I saw them seeing me from afar, they began to wail and weep until they came to me.

When they came to me and saw that I did not respond at all, that I did not shed a trace of tears, that I could not hear a loud wail, that they could not see a trace of sadness, they began to put away their wails, wiped away their tears, and looked at me with an incredulous and ignorant look, and they did not understand why a woman did not cry for her man at her funeral, and wailed for her own man.

There are even some women who may feel insulted and embarrassed, and look at me with strange eyes and put on a look of disgust with me.

It's just that I'm telling you, I don't care anymore, even if they scold me behind my back, I won't be angry, it doesn't matter. On the contrary, when I saw the expressions on their faces, that kind of confused and innocent expressions, I wanted to laugh, not that I wanted to make fun of them, but their unbelievable expressions were really funny.

I stood in front of them, and they looked at me with strange eyes and despised me, as if I didn't like you, I didn't love you. How can they understand the feelings between us!

How can they understand your greatness!

How can they understand the secrets between us!

They will only see the surface, why bother to explain, those who understand will naturally understand, and those who don't understand will treat me according to their opinions, I have no opinion, and I will not explain myself.

It's just that in the end, I can't stand their eyes anymore, and I don't want to stand in front of them.

I went to the bathroom and stayed where there was no one for a while. After a while, I don't know why, I felt even more uncomfortable, maybe they kept talking about me behind my back, which made me feel very uncomfortable.

I started to want to cry, and I suddenly felt how could I, as your wife, not cry at your funeral!

Seeing that there was no one around, he quickly closed the bathroom door and came to the mirror.

I looked at the mirror for a long time, and I thought about myself very miserably, and tried my best to think about sad things, but I didn't cry, you know?

I didn't cry.

I felt incredible, I was crying just now, but after a while, I didn't cry.

Joke, big joke!

I tried many ways to force myself to think about some sad things, to make myself look embarrassed, but I just didn't cry, as your wife I didn't cry at your funeral, how shameful, how ridiculous!

I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me and forgive me!

Although I didn't shed a single tear for you at your funeral, you also know that my feelings for you are beyond words.

After reading this page, Li Tifu finally knew that the person who wrote this notebook was none other than his mother, and it was his mother who wrote it to his father.

After reading this page, Li Tifu began to feel remorse, and began to feel ashamed of the thoughts he had recently generated.

He originally thought that his mother was a very irresponsible person, a person who would not even be sad at his husband's wedding, but now he finds that he is wrong, very wrong, and has wronged his mother.

Li Tifu began to regret it, hating that he would have such thoughts, hating that he had not been able to see through the essence of things, and only saw the surface.

I regret even more that I misunderstood my mother for my own selfishness.

What he regretted the most was that Li Tifu found such a shameful reason to escape from this environment, and he actually imagined his mother to be shameless and irresponsible.

Li Tifu now understands his mistake, but what Li Tifu still doesn't understand is why there is such an agreement between his mother and father, why he can't show affection in front of him, but looks like he hates each other, which makes Li Tifu very incomprehensible and thinks a lot, but he just can't find a reasonable answer.

Li Tifu continued to turn page after page, still with the same title, but not much content, either "I miss you, how are you doing over there", or "I'm doing well, let Wumaier not worry" and the like.

Li Tifu was deeply attracted by the feelings of his parents, which made him feel the warmth he had not seen for a long time.

Li Tifu didn't expect that the family he knew would be so happy.