It had been snowing for a day and a night, and Qiao Wen looked at her mother's portrait without any expression, and even her eyes could not see any trace of crying.

"Miss Qiao, how long are you going to stop?" The staff of the funeral home came over and asked.

"Tomorrow morning." Jowen's voice was as cold as a winter night.

"Okay."

After the staff left, Qiao Wen lowered his eyes as he looked at the empty mourning hall, and then walked to his mother's body to take a closer look.

"Mom, it's snowing today, I'll send you away tomorrow when the snow stops, okay?" Qiao Wen's voice was much softer.

The cries outside were incessant, and Qiao Wen finally shed a tear.

Qiao Wen knew that her mother had only herself for so many years, and even cut off relations with the family in order to be with her father, and later her father abandoned their mother and daughter, and her mother went home without the face to find a remote town to raise herself alone. Before her mother died, she contacted her family to entrust her to them, but her grandparents had already passed away, and there were no more relatives in this world.

"Squeak—" The door opened.

"What else—" Qiao Wen thought it was a staff member, but she was stunned the moment she turned around.

The man was a tall young man, with a slight chill on his handsome face and a slight snowflake on his long black coat.

"Who are you?"

"Are you Jowen?" The man asked aloud.

"I am."

The man came closer: "Hello, my name is Xie Zhengyu, my mother is Luo Weiyi, and Aunt Qiao is good friends." She had called my mother before she died. ”

Qiao Wen was a little surprised, she had always thought that her mother was alone and had no friends.

Xie Zhengyu ignored Qiao Wen's surprise and walked straight to the body and bowed.

Qiao Wen's heart was sour, and he hurriedly walked over to return the salute.

"My mother was abroad and was already on her way back to China, so she asked me to come first. If you need anything-"

"No, I'm so grateful to be here to see her off for the last time, and I don't need anything else." Qiao Wen was telling the truth, she was already very happy to have someone to see off her mother.

Xie Zhengyu pondered for a moment: "When will the funeral be held?" ”

"Tomorrow morning."

He raised his wrist and glanced at the time, it was already twelve o'clock.

"Okay, then I'll be here tonight to keep a wake for you."

Xie Zhengyu walked to Qiao Yueting's portrait, then knelt on the mat and threw the paper money next to him into the small furnace: "Aunt Qiao, I'll burn some paper money for you on behalf of my mother." She will take good care of Jowen, you can rest assured. ”

After listening to Xie Zhengyu's words, Qiao Wen bit his lower lip and held back his crying.

At this time, Xie Zhengyu had already gotten up and walked to Qiao Wen: "I only came here for two things this time, one is to send my best friend on behalf of my mother, and the other is to take you back." ”

Qiao Wen's eyes were moist, and she looked at Xie Zhengyu with a slight tremor in her voice: "It's okay, I-"

"Jowen, the cost of graduate school is not low, and your mother will not want you to give up your studies. And your school is in Jiangcheng, go back with me to kill two birds with one stone. Xie Zhengyu had already investigated Qiao Wen before he came, so he also knew that Qiao Wen had submitted his withdrawal application.

Qiao Wen's heart tightened, and the feeling of being seen through really made her a little uncomfortable. When her mother was sick, Qiao Wen borrowed many online loans, but she still owed money, and in order to repay the money, she had to give up her studies and go to work.

"I..."

"I'll help you pay it back, provided you have to go to school. In other words, just lend it to you and pay it back to me after the job. After a pause, he added, "In order for your mother to rest in peace, you must come with me." Xie Zhengyu blocked Qiao Wen's words to refuse, and his words were full of orders, allowing Qiao Wen to resist at all.

Qiao Wen crossed Xie Zhengyu's tall body, looked at his mother in the ice coffin, and replied for a long time: "Okay." ”

Xie Zhengyu is right, she wants her mother to rest in peace.

This night, Xie Zhengyu had been sitting in the mourning hall with Qiao Wen, and the two did not communicate too much. During this period, Xie Zhengyu's assistant came to deliver a meal and a funeral thing, and then there was endless silence.

At four o'clock in the morning, Xie Zhengyu, who had stayed up all night, looked at Qiao Wen. She also stayed up all night, occasionally whispering to the corpse, occasionally burning some paper money, and most of the time sitting there staring at the portrait in a daze.

From his point of view, Qiao Wen did not have a trace of blood, and his whole person was extremely pale, but not a single tear was shed. It's obviously fragile, but I can always feel stubborn.

At half past five in the morning, Qiao Yueting went out of the funeral.

Walking out of the mourning hall, the cold wind was biting. Qiao Wen held the portrait and prepared to get on the hearse, but she didn't expect Xie Zhengyu to accompany her to ride in the hearse.

She glanced at Xie Zhengyu and stopped talking.

"Get in the car." Xie Zhengyu knew what she was going to say, so he opened his mouth first.

Before dawn, the hearse drove along with its lights on.

Every time he crossed an intersection, Jowen would shout, "Mom, follow me." ”

I don't know how many intersections it is, Qiao Wen couldn't hold back her tears anymore, and the soft sobs were in stark contrast to the tears that couldn't be stopped. Xie Zhengyu could see that she was restraining herself.

Suddenly, Xie Zhengyu took out a handkerchief to help Qiao Wen wipe away his tears.

Qiao Wen looked at Xie Zhengyu with tearful eyes.

"I'm sorry, but it's inconvenient for you to hold the portrait."

"Thank you."

By the time we reached Dongshan, the wind had gradually stopped.

Xie Zhengyu accompanied Qiao Wen to wait in the family waiting area.

"Is Qiao Yueting's family here?" The staff shouted.

"Yes."

"Do you put the ashes yourself or do we put them?"

Qiao Wen's somewhat chapped lips opened and closed for a long time before he spoke: "I'll do it myself." ”

After receiving the answer, the staff turned and left, returning with a plate of white bones in their hands.

Qiao Wen couldn't hold back anymore after taking it, her mother, a living person, was now only a small plate of white bones.

No, green bones to be exact.

My mother was tortured by illness and took medicine for many years, and now she doesn't even look like ordinary people, how can she not hate that person.

Jowen picked up the red gloves and put his mother's ashes into a bag piece by piece, then put them in the urn and put the lid on them.

"Let's go!" Xie Zhengyu looked at the fragile Qiao Wen and finally spoke: "I have already chosen a cemetery for Aunt Qiao before I came, so let's go now." ”

Qiao Wen looked at Xie Zhengyu gratefully: "Thank you." ”

Walking out of the crematorium, Xie Zhengyu stood beside Qiao Wen and helped her with a black umbrella, as if he wanted to help her resist all the wind and snow.

With the help of Xie Zhengyu, Qiao Wen quickly buried her mother, and she stood in front of her mother's tombstone and suddenly smiled.

"Mom, it's sunny. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. ”

"You used to live in a rented house, but now you have your own house, and you can sleep here with peace of mind. As for the cemetery, I'll pay them back. Qiao Wen said the latter sentence to herself in her heart, she didn't want her mother to rent a place for temporary storage after her death, so she accepted Xie Zhengyu's kindness without hesitation.

Xie Zhengyu on the side didn't speak, but quietly accompanied Qiao Wen until Qiao Wen had the intention of leaving.

Qiao Wen and Xie Zhengyu walked out of the cemetery together, and the assistant Zhang Qin had been waiting for a long time: "Mr. Xie." ”

"Where's your home?" After getting into the car, Xie Zhengyu spoke.

Qiao Wen was stunned.

"Pack up your things and follow me back to Jiangcheng."

Qiao Wen then remembered that he had promised to go with him yesterday, and then reported an address.

Qiao Wen has very few things, basically he is still in school, and his mother's things are not much at home, Xie Zhengyu waited for Qiao Wen quietly, and helped Qiao Wen solve the check-out matter by the way.

Before Jowen closed the door, he paused for a moment, this little attic carried all the memories of himself and his mother, and now he was going to say goodbye.

She took a deep breath and closed the door.

"Let's go."