The memorial service does not need to be invited, and all families in the circle who have dealings with the Pei family will go to mourn when they hear the news.

The Fu family has always paid attention to etiquette, and naturally it will not lag behind in this regard. The person in charge of the overall situation in the family is Fu Jichen, and the old man also spoke, asking him to show up on behalf of the Fu family.

Fu Jichen returned to the villa in Yunding Palace from the old mansion, and it was already more than eight o'clock in the evening.

Cheng Jin was cleaning in the living room, and when he saw him coming back, he took two steps forward: "Mr. is back." ”

"Has she had dinner?" Fu Jichen changed into indoor slippers and glanced upstairs.

"I've eaten it." After Cheng Jin answered, he thought about it and asked him, "Has Mr. eaten it?" If not, I'll go to the kitchen and get some, and the ingredients are all available, so it's not a hassle. ”

Fu Jichen finished his work in the company, and went to the old house at seven o'clock, where it was already past dinner time, so he hadn't eaten yet.

"Just get some of it." He rubbed his brow, exhausted.

"Hey, wait a minute." Cheng Jin put down the rag and went to the kitchen with his feet up.

Fu Jichen pulled off his tie, walked into the elevator, and in the blink of an eye he reached the third floor, and when he came out of the elevator, he just heard a cello sound, it was Shen Jianian playing the piano.

The melody is slow and low, long and long.

If the music reflects a person's state of mind, he wants him to be able to hear it, which is an expression of sadness.

Fu Jichen took off her suit and put it on her arm, and walked into Shen Jianian's room with a steady pace, she was wearing a light pink sweater and white loose trousers, delicate like a flower bone blooming at the beginning of a branch. The black hair was all tied up, his head hung down slightly, the back of his neck was white, and the light shone on it, like jade.

As the song was about to end, Shen Jianian caught a glimpse of the tall and slender figure, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and he hung there with a bow in his hand: "When did you come back?" ”

Fu Jichen walked over and threw the suit at the end of the bed: "Just arrived." Why don't you continue to pull? ”

Shen Jianian's shoulders slumped, and his little face was full of depression. The coquettishness unconsciously revealed is very similar to a child who has been punished by the teacher for writing homework, although he complains, but he is helpless.

And so it really is.

She said with a sad face: "I can't play this piece well, the rhythm and emotions are a mess, the master left homework after class, told me to finish it well, and he will check it tomorrow." ”

Fu Jichen hooked his lips and smiled, his fingers brushed away a strand of broken hair on her forehead, and asked casually: "Is there a punishment for not finishing?" ”

"Yes." Shen Jianian said, "I have to clean the piano room and wipe all the instruments clean, which sounds like a big project." ”

He saw her depression in his eyes these days, and he couldn't comfort anything, it was rare to see her so focused on practicing, and he couldn't bear to tell her about Pei Che's funeral.

At this time, Cheng Jin knocked on the door, but didn't come in, and a voice came from outside: "Sir, dinner is ready, do you see if you should eat in the restaurant downstairs or I will serve it to you." ”

"You haven't eaten dinner yet?" Shen Jianian asked in surprise.

"Well, would you like to have some food with me?" Thinking that Cheng Jin was still waiting outside the door, Fu Jichen turned around and said outside, "I'll go down later, you can go and get busy." ”

Cheng Jin heard that the latter sentence was said to himself, so he agreed and went downstairs first.

Shen Jianian put away the cello and put it away, and subconsciously rubbed his wrist: "I'll accompany you, come up and practice a few times after eating." ”

Fu Jichen had a gentle smile in his eyes, held her hand and pulled the person closer, and pressed her wrist with his fingertips: "Tired from practicing?" ”

"It's okay, but my hands are a little sore after practicing for a long time."

Because it is what he loves, no matter how tired he is, he doesn't feel bitter, Shen Jianian likes to practice cello every day.

When the two came to the restaurant, Cheng Jin didn't call the chef, her cooking skills were good, and she quickly fried a few home-cooked side dishes with the existing ingredients.

Shen Jianian was not too hungry, mainly to accompany him, holding chopsticks and holding the dishes for a while.

After eating almost, Fu Jichen poured a glass of boiled water, looked at the girl opposite who lowered her eyelashes and picked out the green onions, considered it for a while, and said: "The funeral of the Pei family the day after tomorrow, if you want to go, I can take you." ”

He used to mind the existence of such a person as Pei Che, a bamboo horse who couldn't find fault with his body, even if he was separated by hatred, even if Shen Jianian repeatedly pushed him away, he still missed her, and got drunk late at night for her to escape from the family.

He really didn't like people who were thinking about him.

But now, he doesn't have to deal with a dead man.

Shen Jianian caught a shredded green onion between the tips of her chopsticks and fell into the bowl, her gaze fixed on Fu Jichen's face for a few seconds, her expression was dull, as if she didn't understand what he was saying, or she understood, but she didn't want to believe it.

"Pei Che's funeral." Fu Jichen took a sip of boiled water, but still mentioned the name.

Shen Jianian's eyes suddenly turned red, not wanting him to see her gaffe, she pushed away the chair and stood up, and said in a panic: "I'll go upstairs to practice the piano, you eat slowly." ”

Fu Jichen sat still, her eyes followed her back to the stairs, she staggered, and almost fell several times. He stared heavily until the figure vanished.

The back of Fu Jichen's hand holding the water cup was tense, and his finger bones were white.

At this moment, he realized that Pei Che's death may not be an end, it is the moonlight that remains in Shen Jiannian's heart and cannot be erased.

No matter how time passes, there will always be a place in her heart that belongs to him, and it is impossible to completely occupy it by another person.

Shen Jiannian stumbled back into the room, leaned his back against the door, and no longer had the strength to move a step, his body slid down the door, and he fell to the ground.

The words that Fu Jichen said to her kept echoing in her ears, Pei Che's funeral......

Therefore, whether his bones were found, or the people of the Pei family confirmed that he was dead after many fruitless searches.

*

On the day of the funeral of the Pei family, it was drizzling, the sky in Beicheng was shrouded in clouds, the wind was very light, and the rain was blown obliquely, and it was cold.

It is said that the spring rain is as precious as oil, and the spring rain makes the cultivators happy, but the people on the scene all have solemn faces, or sad and sad.

When Fu Jichen got out of the car, the driver held up a long-handled black umbrella, the umbrella surface was slightly tilted, and it was covered above the door. Fu Jichen buttoned up his suit and turned to look into the car.

Shen Jianian stepped out of one leg, and in the next second, his hand was held by him, and she got out of the car with the strength of his hand.

She wore a long black tweed coat with a cut of black jeans peeking out from the hem and her long hair scattered. When the wind blows, the hair brushes through the plain face, and because of the bad complexion, the whole person looks weak and slender.

Fu Jichen didn't let go of the soft and boneless little hand, and led her into the mourning hall in front of her.

Pei Che's bones were not found, there was no urn, only a black-and-white photo was placed in a wooden frame. Shen Jianian recognized it at a glance as a passport photo taken when he was in high school.

Compared with him now, except that his eyebrows and eyes are a little green, there is not much difference.

He was such a handsome person, and he might have looked like this when he was thirty years old. Unfortunately, she couldn't see it.

Shen Jianian tried his best to endure and did not let himself cry.

Fu Jichen secretly pinched her fingers, temporarily let go of her, walked to the second elder of the Pei family alone, and said to them like the other guests who came to mourn, "Condolences." ”

Pei Fengnan's hair turned white by half, there were a few deep wrinkles on his face, and he thanked him numbly: "The hotel has prepared a thin wine, and Mr. Fu has gone over to have a drink after he is busy." ”

Fu Jichen glanced at the people not far behind him, presumably she would not be willing to stay here, so he found a reason to refuse.

Pei Fengnan didn't say anything, and hugged his wife, who was a little shaky on the side.

Zhou Ruo caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the crowd, her dilated pupils suddenly constricted, shook off her husband's hand, and ran towards the person tremblingly.

Shen Jianian stared at the photo, she was caught off guard and received a slap, her ears buzzed, she covered the hot half of her face and slowly turned her head, facing a sad and indignant face.

Zhou Ruo's face was full of tears, and he pointed at her and scolded: "You still have the face to come here!" You are all to blame for hurting people, you are the one who hurt Ah Che! You give back my son! ”

(End of chapter)