The funerals of Shen Enya and Qiao Xinghai were very simple and silent, and even outsiders didn't know that they had passed away.

According to Miss Qiao Er's wishes, her parents were buried in Jingshi, the place with the best memories of their lives.

Old Man Shen didn't come over, Shen Yanli was still in a coma, and only Meng Xingcun was the one who came over to help Miss Qiao Er deal with the aftermath.

As soon as the flight to escort the body landed, Miss Qiao Er walked out of the cabin door and saw a familiar man in a black suit, standing not far from the staircase, with his hands clasped in his lower abdomen, looking at her intently.

I didn't see Mr. Shao for a few days, but he was far away as if a century had passed, and he was standing there, still in her impression, but he couldn't take a step under his feet, and he didn't dare to approach.

She missed him so much that she wanted to run over and hug him tightly at once.

She was so scared, afraid that she would hurt Shao Rongqian like Xiaoya killed Lao Qiao.

It's just that Miss Qiao Er doesn't know that Old Qiao is willing to die, he has been with his daughter for many years, and now he just wants to accompany his wife.

"Let's go." Meng Xingcun sighed and reminded Miss Qiao Er.

Miss Qiao Er retracted her gaze, held the handrail of the ladder with one hand, and walked down slowly, she was so dizzy that she was afraid that she would fall down if she was not careful.

Mr. Shao seemed to see through her thoughts, and stepped up the ladder with a few arrows, and the kung fu man arrived at her in the blink of an eye.

Mr. Shao didn't say anything, only pulled the little man over and hugged him tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to give her all his strength.

Miss Qiao Er pushed him, and her voice was so hoarse that she couldn't hear the original voice: "How do you know I'm back?" ”

"Something so big, why don't you know to contact me." Mr. Shao did not answer the rhetorical question.

When he met this time, he always felt that the children had changed, and if he wanted to come, it might be because of Qiao Xinghai and Shen Enya's affairs.

Mr. Shao didn't think much about it, only hugged her into his arms again and gently patted her back to comfort her.

Miss Qiao Er pushed him away again, her expression was not as sad as he imagined, but indifferent, like an unkind stranger.

"What's wrong?" Only then did Mr. Shao realize that Miss Qiao Er seemed to have something on her mind, and even he had to turn him away.

This is not simply because of the blow to her caused by the death of Xiaoya and Lao Qiao, and suddenly, Mr. Shao felt a touch of uncertainty in his heart, as if everything had changed.

"I'm going to help the spirit, and I'll contact you when it's over." Miss Qiao Er's attitude was a little indifferent.

Mr. Shao frowned, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually magnified, but at this time, it was obviously not suitable to 'get to the bottom of it'.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Mr. Shao didn't 'entangle' anymore, completely let go of Miss Qiao Er, and turned around and walked towards the bottom of the staircase first.

In an instant, the black figure turned around, and this moment was completely frozen in Miss Qiao Er's heart, she knew that this moment was already the beginning of the end.

In the past two days, she has thought a lot about the aftermath of Lao Qiao and Xiaoya, and she also understands Old Man Shen's intentions, only those who have experienced that kind of pain will deeply understand what kind of despair it is.

Mr. Shao's figure walked farther and farther, his vision seemed to be blurred, and he couldn't see his back clearly, just a black mess, like a memory in a corner, which was no longer clear.

The Qiao family has lived in Beijing for generations and has its own cemetery, and Xiaoya and Lao Qiao are buried in the Qiao family's cemetery.

Although there was no fanfare for the farewell party, there were many people who came to see off Lao Qiao, especially the old lady of the Fu family, who shouted Qiao Xinghai's name with tears in her eyes.

At this moment, Miss Qiao Er realized that Lao Qiao, who had never liked to socialize, turned out to have so many sincere friends.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and only Meng Xingcun was left by Miss Qiao Er's side, and I don't know when, the sky was overcast, and snowflakes began to fall.

It's always snowing lately, whether it's Europe or Beijing, it seems that the whole world is sad for her.

"Let's go back." Meng Xingcun sighed lowly, but his eyes kept glued to the photo.

People do have souls, but this life and the next life are like two independent stories, no one is implicated with anyone, fate is exhausted, it is really over, and Shen Enya in the next life is not the person he loves.

The only one, she can only live in his heart, in the heart of this life.

"Doctor Meng, you say, will I be the same as my mother?" Miss Qiao Er seemed to have grown up overnight, and her tone was heavy.

Meng Xingcun was also not sure: "It's not good to say, there may or may not be, and even if there is, it may not be sent out." ”

Miss Qiao Er understands, she may get sick tomorrow, but she can be healthy for the rest of her life, she can gamble.

She is not afraid of gambling, but what about Shao Rongqian?

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, turning her hair white, until a black long-handled umbrella was held above her head, and Miss Qiao Er turned around in hindsight and saw Mr. Shao wearing a black woolen trench coat, standing behind her.

"Let's go back." Mr. Shao had been standing not far away for a long time, and he was really worried about her, so he couldn't help but come over.

Miss Qiao Er did not refuse, turned around and followed Mr. Shao out of the cemetery.

It's already the weather in February, and the snow scene is a rarity, with a cast-iron teapot boiling on the stove, and the tea soup is churning inside.

Mr. Shao sat opposite Miss Qiao Er, lifted the boiling teapot, and poured the dim yellow tea soup into the white porcelain teacup, his movements were still not impatient, and there was no superfluous emotion.

"I might have to go back to Europe." Miss Qiao Er spoke first.

Mr. Shao's movements paused, and after only a few seconds, he put the cast iron teapot back on the charcoal stove with a calm expression, and he seemed to be expected of Miss Qiao Er's decision.

"When will you be back?" Mr. Shao asked, his voice hoarse.

Miss Qiao Er lowered her eyes and stared at the teacup handed over by Mr. Shao, she was silent and did not speak, because she had not thought about it yet, and she was reluctant to make a decision.

"Tell me, what's wrong." Mr. Shao's tone was light, as if he had seen through everything.

A new tea soup was added to the stove, the color was lighter, and it was no longer churning, and the cigarette in Mr. Shao's hand had been pinched and softened, but it was just playing with it and not lit.

When Mr. Shao is irritable, he likes to use nicotine to relieve it, but in front of Miss Qiao Er, he rarely smokes, and when he has to do so, he plays with it in his hand.

"It's fine." Miss Qiao Er's mouth was hard, but her voice was obviously abnormal, with a soft crying tone.

Miss Qiao Er looks very powerful, and she looks like no one cares about her, but in fact she is weak and doesn't look good, and she has to shed tears and cry at every turn.

What virtue she has, Mr. Shao couldn't be clearer, and only pursed the corners of his lower lip slightly: "Can't tell me?" ”