In the black-framed portrait, Seongmi's father still has the same youthful and resilient smile as he did before his death. Looking around, except for Chengmei and her mother, who have been kneeling in front of the statue and making belated confessions, there is not even a single relative to accompany them, not only that, but there are even few wreaths, which makes Zheng Yucheng's heart feel boundless emptiness and desolation.

Zheng Yucheng saluted solemnly and solemnly, and then guarded behind Chengmei. For two hours, Zheng Yucheng silently listened to Chengmei's sobbing in a low voice, and in the other corner of the spiritual table, Yin Qingshan's eyes were as stunned and confused as if he had not woken up from a nightmare and dived into the deep sea. For a moment, Yu Cheng felt deep sympathy for their mother and daughter from the bottom of his heart.

"Seungmi." Yucheng greeted her almost in a faint voice, Seongmi slowly turned around, tears still in her eyes, and before she knew it, small moisture quickly merged into huge teardrops, sliding down Seungmi's pale and almost bloodless cheeks.

"Are you okay? Isn't it uncomfortable to be so flushed? Seungmi nodded slightly, her eyes lowered with a long journey of sadness. For a moment, Yu Cheng really wanted to stroke the tear-stained hair on her forehead.

Yu Cheng really hopes that he can become her spiritual pillar for the time being. But he knew very well that the affection of pity and love could easily make a man indulge his desires, and thus create an even greater tragedy for an innocent woman. So even in the face of poor Chengmei, he still turned his back and walked towards the outside of the mourning hall in a complicated mood.

"Brother Yucheng, please, can you help me? Even if you don't do anything but stand behind me and don't walk? ”

Originally, I wanted to tell her two more words and find a suitable reason to leave. But when he stared at Chengmei's eyes that were as loose as incense candles lit in the mourning hall, Yucheng could hardly say anything except to agree to her request, because Chengmei was too isolated at the moment.

"Let's ask the family to come in and see you one last time."

Looking at the change process of the scene in front of her from a stiff corpse to a white gray eye, Chengmei couldn't help but feel dizzy, and her already weak body couldn't help but shake a few times. At this time, someone protected her from behind, this man had a broad chest and powerful palms, and then Zheng Yucheng's low and soft voice sounded in Chengmei's ears.

"Cheer up, you can't go down here."

"You look haggard, wait and get something to eat." Seungmi had been immersed in sad emotions, and she didn't hear what Yu Cheng was saying clearly, but instinctively turned her head in the direction where the voice came from. And Zheng Yucheng, who was also looking straight ahead, repeated what he had just asked.

"My face is so thin that I'm about to lose my face."

Yucheng asked, Chengmei suddenly realized that she hadn't eaten seriously since the day before yesterday, and there were a few fried and fragrant beef soups sent by neighbors in the corner of the mourning hall, but psychologically she didn't have any appetite at all, but despite this, her stomach still betrayed her master at a critical moment.

"Grunt" is the sound of a stomach attack, especially in the silence, as clear as morning dew falling from a leaf.

"Let's ask a friend to help take a look for the time being, you and Auntie will have to eat something."

The place where Zheng Yucheng took Li Chengmei was a small but neat food stall nearby. After sitting down, Yu Cheng didn't ask her what she wanted to eat, so he took it upon himself to order two servings of golden silk noodles. Probably because it was close to closing, the business of the stall was very deserted, so the food they ordered was quickly served.

"Chengmei, eat quickly, if you don't want to move the chopsticks, Auntie, she won't be able to eat anymore."

Zheng Yucheng directly picked up the bowl of noodles in front of Chengmei and urged her to eat it quickly, but Chengmei just stared at the wisps of hot air in front of her in a daze.

"Brother Yucheng, can you not eat it, I really don't feel like that, when I think that my relatives who have blessed me for more than 20 years will never see each other again, I really, I really am..."

"Obedient, you don't have to eat, but the living have to continue to live. Think about it, the heartbroken aunt had already fainted once just now, what would you have done if I wasn't there at that time? At least one of the three must be strong at the forefront. ”

The golden silk noodles were heartburn sweet, but Seongmi still stuffed a large mouthful into her mouth, and then retched and forced herself to swallow again. What would you say about the look on her face? Tragic and heroic, although tears rolled in his eyes, he finally bit his lip.

As soon as Seungmi's mother inserted her chopsticks into her steaming face, a stream of tears rushed up from the bottom of her heart, and she quickly turned her gaze to the window. In order not to let the sadness pass on, Chengmei directly stretched out a hand to brush her hair, and then pressed her face against the noodle bowl, one by one as if in slow motion to pick up the sorrow in her heart.

Such a complicated expression was like a sharp arrow, deeply piercing Yu Cheng's internal organs.

"What to do? What the hell am I going to do, brother? Do you know that I really can't hold on anymore? Although Chengmei herself could realize that the customers at the other tables in the small restaurant were all focused on her, she couldn't care about it at all, and she didn't want to do anything except cry hoarsely.

"Don't do that." Zheng Yucheng gently held Chengmei's soft but helpless hands.

"Brother Yucheng." There were pearl-like tears on her face, and a scream pierced deep into Yu Cheng's heart like a sharp dagger. Feeling that their eyes were gradually moistening, the two of them stared at each other for a long time.