Some people say that the death of a loved one is not a rainstorm, but a lifetime of dampness.

I didn't even get to see my dad and my grandfather for the last time, and when I saw them, it was not their smiling voices, but their horrible corpses.

It wasn't a lifetime of dampness, it was a lifetime of rainstorms.

That image, like a giant beast in the abyss, eroded my heart all the time and entrenched in my mind.

My heart is dead.

I don't know how I got out of my building, I was already crazy at the time, Song Xiaotian and Meng Yifan both almost didn't hold me down, so I had to call 120 and ask the doctor to bring a tranquilizer.

But before they could take out their mobile phones, Zhao Laoqi knocked me unconscious on the spot out of helplessness.

When I woke up, I was surrounded by mourning.

I woke up from the funeral home, and my dad and my grandfather's funeral were already being done, and it was Song Xiaotian and Meng Yifan, as well as some relatives in my family.

I slept in the lounge, and when I woke up, only Zhao Laoqi was here looking at me.

When he saw me wake up, he brought me a bowl of porridge.

I sat there as if I was demented, as if I had been cut off from the world.

"Life is like this, life and death, birth, old age, sickness and death."

Zhao Laoqi put the porridge in front of me and said, "There is life and death in the hospital every day, you will die in the future, I will also die, and everyone will die." ”

"Actually...... This is already the best ending, your father and your grandfather are likely to be sentenced to death, at least when they leave, they will also leave the world innocently, think about it, it will always pass. ”

I blamed myself so much that I couldn't breathe, and slapped myself in the face.

"I drove my dad to death!"

"I drove my grandfather to death!"

Zhao Laoqi hurriedly covered my mouth: "You calm down, there are all your relatives and friends outside, they don't know the inside story, we have helped you hide it." And the person has already left, and Song Xiaotian didn't plan to tell Fang Man's parents how Fang Man died. ”

"That's it, rest assured that the rest of the matter will be done."

I walked out of the lounge and there were a lot of people in the hall.

There were relatives in our family, friends and colleagues of my grandfather and my father, and even colleagues from our store.

Even those who had already resigned heard about our family and came to offer their condolences.

Everyone was comforting me.

In their opinion, there is such a big thing in my family, and two people are gone at once, and I am so miserable.

I saw the bodies of my father and my grandfather, and the mortuary kept the best looks of my two dearest people for me, and they felt like they were asleep.

I stood in the middle of the two coffins, crying all the time, and I couldn't cry anymore.

Song Xiaotian and Meng Yifan have been following me, they are afraid that I will be emotional, and they are afraid that I will say something that I can't say in front of so many people after I lose control.

What I didn't expect was that Fang Man's parents also came, they didn't know the truth about Fang Man's death, they just listened to Song Xiaotian's father talk about our family, and out of kindness, they came to mourn.

These are two kind old men, so they can teach such a good girl as Fang Man.

They even had red eyes at the funeral and kept comforting me.

"Child, people have this day after all, but they shouldn't come at this time, our family Manman has just left, and the pain in your heart hasn't healed yet, so you encountered this kind of thing......"

"You have to be strong, don't think about it, otherwise your father and grandfather will not be at ease."

The two old men choked up as they spoke.

When I saw them like this, I really didn't want to go, and I felt that hiding it from them was ironic for them.

"Uncle, aunt, actually ......"

"Godfather, godmother."

At the beginning of my words, Song Xiaotian suddenly walked over and pulled Fang Man's parents: "Go back and rest early, it's not too early now, pay attention to your body, just guard it here." ”

He sent Fang Man's parents away, then pulled me aside and asked in a low voice, "What did you want to say just now, you want to tell them the truth?" ”

I bowed my head and said, "They have the right to know the truth, and that's not fair to them." ”

Song Xiaotian nodded: "Yes, I also know that they have the right to know the truth, but instead of letting them know that their daughter was deliberately killed by someone, and was killed by Du Ruhai as a game and a play, it is better for them to think that it was an accident." ”

"They are old, and the truth is sometimes very cruel, not everyone can accept it, so it's better to let the lie hide it from them."

I nodded: "I see......"

Song Xiaotian patted me on the shoulder: "You just need to take care of the funeral, don't worry about the rest for the time being." ”

At night, I kept a wake for my father and my grandfather, and Song Xiaotian and Meng Yifan still accompanied me.

Zhao Laoqi is also there.

Maybe the atmosphere was too dull, Song Xiaotian suddenly asked Zhao Laoqi: "Seventh Master, since you have already broken with Du Ruhai, and we and you are not any enemies, at most you have been rectified twice." Tell us honestly, why are you so concerned about the 'seven deaths for life' thing? even took the risk to lurk around Du Ruhai, what is your purpose? ”

Zhao Laoqi raised his eyebrows: "Didn't I tell you?" ”

Meng Yifan: "You say a word and fart, how do we know which of your words is true and which is false?" ”

Song Xiaotian said meaningfully: "I checked the seven-death case that happened in Lanjiang City fifteen years ago, and there was indeed a victim surnamed Zhao in it, but his name was not Zhao Zimu. ”

"I found a Zhao Zimu, he is your son, and he died thirty years ago......"

Hearing Song Xiaotian's words, Meng Yifan was immediately shocked.

Even I couldn't help but look up at Zhao Laoqi.

We always thought that Zhao Laoqi was an old bachelor, and he was the only one in his family who lived alone......

"That's right, Zhao Zimu is indeed my son, he died thirty years ago." Zhao Laoqi did not deny it.

Song Xiaotian coughed dryly twice and said, "If it's convenient to say, we'll listen to it, and if it's inconvenient, forget it." ”

Zhao Laoqi smiled, looked at the brazier, and his thoughts began to ethereal: "It's been thirty years, nothing inconvenient, when I was in that basement, I told Du Ruhai that I saw the full version of Seven Deaths Thirty Years ago, I didn't lie to him, I did see it thirty years ago." ”

"My lover, and my son, were victims of the 'Seven Deaths for Lives' thirty years ago. ”