"Xiaoqiu, you feel sad that your mother knows that Mingxu is dead, you can't become like this for a person who is already dead, my mother will be worried......" Yan Silan grabbed Liang Muqiu's hand and pulled her to her car.

Liang Muqiu's face was expressionless, his eyes were dull, and his two glasses were swollen like two walnuts, like a puppet, which pushed Yan Silan into the passenger seat.

Looking at such a daughter like a living dead, Yan Silan's eyes were red, she closed the car door painfully, wiped the tears that slipped from the corners of her eyes, went around the front of the car, came to the driver's seat, sat in the car, and drove back to Liang's house.

"Mom, I want to see him one last time." When Yan Silan's car drove to an intersection and stopped waiting for a red light, Liang Muqiu finally opened his mouth.

Yan Silan was obviously stunned, and then reacted, Liang Muqiu didn't really ignore the outside world, she still remembered holding her bag and mobile phone when she went out of the police station, she just didn't want to see herself, so she ignored herself, otherwise he wouldn't ask to see Zhou Mingxu for the last time at this intersection, because this intersection was going to the crematorium near the prison.

"Okay, we'll go over now." Yan Silan wiped the tears from her face, and after the green light came on, she drove in the direction of the crematorium.

When the mother and daughter arrived at the crematorium, Jiang Wan was already there.

"Mom." Liang Muqiu got out of the car and walked over, hugged Jiang Wan with open arms, and then looked up at her, "What about Mingxu?" ”

"Jiu Shao has been sent to the furnace." A man in a black suit stood behind Jiang Wan and explained.

"Sent in?" Liang Muqiu didn't stand firm and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, Yan Silan rushed over in time to help her.

"Why don't you wait for me to ......" Liang Muqiu looked at the man, his eyes full of complaints, "I haven't taken a good look at him for a long time." ”

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were coming." The man replied.

Liang Muqiu closed his eyes, but tears still flowed out of the gaps in his closed eyelids.

"Xiaoqiu, don't be sad." Jiang Wan looked at Liang Muqiu like this, and his heart was also very distressed, since Zhou Mingxu promised Old Man Zhou to take over the affairs of the Zhou family, the women around him have often changed back and forth, but at this time, she is the only one who will run around for Zhou Mingxu and feel sorry for him.

In the end, the only thing who cares about her husband the most is the original match.

Liang Muqiu buried his head in Yan Silan's arms and cried sadly.

The atmosphere in the crematorium is no better even when the sun is shining, not to mention that it is now after sunset, and there is a trace of gloom and sadness around it.

After a long time, the man in black went in and took a box out, presented it with both hands, and handed it to Jiang Wan.

Seeing this, Liang Muqiu walked over and looked at the urn in Jiang Wan's hand.

"Muqiu, take it back." Jiang Wan handed the urn to Liang Muqiu.

Liang Muqiu stared at the urn handed to him, his eyes were so dry that he could no longer shed any tears.

She didn't remember how she came back from the crematorium, she only knew that she had been in the room for a long time with this ashes, as if a century was so long, the curtains were drawn in the room, the lights were not turned on, she was holding Zhou Mingxu in the dark, from the day she came back, she asked Yan Silan to buy her tapes, every afternoon, put the tapes into the tape recorder, press the recording, and asked a lot of questions to the tape recorder until she asked the full version of the tape......