Chapter 134

"Why don't you wake up and find out why?"

"It was detected that there was nothing wrong with the body. No other reason has been found."

"Ask Eve to watch. Let's go first. The funeral is about to begin."

"Well."

There was no sound in the room when the door closed.

Sheng Jiaoyang opened her eyes. She had just heard the conversation when she was not fully conscious. Now she was a little confused and didn't think about the information revealed in the conversation.

The door opened, followed by footsteps.

Sheng Jiaoyang looks around. She knows the person who came in. It's Eve who has been a maid for more than ten years in the rose gold manor.

"Ah! You're awake! " Eve noticed for the first time that she woke up.

Sheng Jiaoyang sat up, supported her forehead, and recalled what happened before she fainted. She remembered that when she was near her body, she suddenly didn't know anything.

Thinking of what, she hurriedly got out of bed and ran into the bathroom. When she saw that she was Xu Jiaojiao in the mirror, she did not know whether to be happy or not.

"Miss Xu, can I help you?" Eve asked, standing at the door of the washroom.

"Do you know how I came back?" The sun turned to look at Eve.

"It was the young master who brought Miss Xu back yesterday, but I don't know what happened after you went to the sanatorium. I have to ask the young master."

Yesterday The day before yesterday

There was a flash of surprise in Sheng Jiaoyang's eyes. Did she sleep so long?

"If there is nothing else for Miss Xu, I will go out to help."

In the past, Eve, who likes to wear bright colors, turned out to be black today. Sheng Jiaoyang thought it was strange. Before Eve left, he casually asked, "is there anything special today?"

There was a sad look on Eve's face. "Miss scorching sun's funeral is about to begin."

Funeral, ceremony??!

Sheng Jiaoyang's eyes widened, and asked anxiously, "are you sure you're talking about funerals?"

Eve nodded. She sighed and turned to go outside. As she walked, she said to herself, "every time miss scorching sun comes, even my present will be prepared. Now I must do something for her. I can't do anything else, but it's OK to clean up. I'm going to let Miss scorching sun leave cleanly at last. "

Sheng Jiaoyang turns her head and pours some water on her face. She raises her head, and the people in the mirror raise their heads. The shock on her face hasn't faded. She raises one hand to touch the mirror and mumbles, "I'm dead?"

Now I really can't go back

In fact, this kind of result has been thought about for a long time, but I never know when I really face it, I still can't be relieved.

There is a grassland in the park. Flowers and trees are planted on three sides around the grassland. The day before yesterday, it was also planned to be a wedding site, but today it has become a funeral site.

A car drove in from the gate of the garden.

Everyone was dressed in dark clothes, serious and orderly.

These are people who have met with the funeral owner.

There is a coffin in the middle of the grassland, surrounded by flowers. A circle of shelves is set up around the site, on which there are many framed paintings, photos and introductions.

Yang is sitting in a wheelchair. In front of him is a poster. The poster shows the girl standing in front of the picture board with a brush in her hand and smiling happily to the camera.

Not far away, there are two foreigners from English speaking countries chatting while enjoying the paintings.

"The scorching sun is a good girl and has done a lot of amazing things at a young age."

"I've been to her art exhibition before. She's a very smart female painter!"

"I don't know how to appreciate the paintings, but I can see that her paintings are full of magic, which makes people relaxed and happy. I feel that there will be no more fear and hope for the future life."

"It's a pity that she helped so many people realize their dreams, but she couldn't let herself live for a few more days."

Mr. Yang was looking at the picture and laughing. When he heard the conversation, the smile disappeared.

Even though his memory has declined a lot, he still clearly remembers that when he asked the sun what he wanted to do, she replied.

At that time, the scorching sun, who was still a girl, nestled beside him, hugged his arm, and said in a playful and longing tone: "I ah, because I have a grandfather who is very good at making money, so I don't need to make any great achievements, because I don't lack money, of course, I also hope to make achievements in the direction I like. And ah, I'm really looking forward to finding a gentle and responsible handsome man, and then giving birth to a smart and lovely baby like me, and watching her grow up. "

He said that grandpa is the basis of her wanton life, so he is still trying to run his business in the old age when others are ready to enjoy their lives, and he wants to create better material conditions for her.

He said in the scorching sun, Grandpa, I must have a bunch of children in the future, and let them accompany you every day, so I don't have to worry about your loneliness any more.Thinking about it, the old man wet his cheek.

"Grandpa Yang, I'm sorry." Shen Zhining, standing on the side, said softly.

He is also looking at the enlarged picture, looking at the carefree appearance of her in the picture, and his eyes are full of complex emotions.

When he met at the beginning of his youth, he hated that she was like a follower. He smiled heartlessly around him every day. At that time, he wanted to see her crying, so he thought of a lot of ways to straighten her out. He wanted to make her cry in a different way. Later, when she grew up, she would not let him bully and follow him as he used to. When she grew up, she seemed to be afraid of him. He also knew that he had done a lot of childish and hurtful things before, leaving her a psychological shadow.

The darkest time of his life, she spent with him, in my heart, she was different.

When he was young, he wanted to make her cry. Later, he hoped that she could smile as carefree as when she was a child. He didn't have to be farfetched or pretend to be happy. For this reason, he was willing to accomplish all the things she wanted to do.

She likes painting. He introduced her to the world famous painter as a student.

She came into her own to do public welfare fund projects. He helped her get through the relationship so that she could do things easily.

She started a company with a good friend. He sent resources to contacts and even management talents.

Probably the only one who didn't help her was to deal with the people who were in trouble in Sheng's family. He knew that she must want to solve it by herself.

Of course, she didn't know that.

Shen Zhining doesn't know what this feeling is, like it? Debt? Or something.

He only knew that he was willing to provide her with the free space she wanted, and he was willing to cut through all the obstacles for her to move forward.

However, it all stops.

Because of his willingness, no one like her to accept.

Want to cry? No, his tears dried up after his parents died one after another more than ten years ago.

Shen Zhining took the lead at the corner of his mouth and looked at the bright smile of the girl in the picture. There was a layer of haze between his eyebrows.

Since you're gone, I'll take care of the rest of the unfinished work. No one will let go of those who have hurt you!

At this time, old Yang suddenly said, "Zhining, we used to think that you and we would be together when we grew up in the scorching sun. In the scorching sun, her mother also prepared a gift for you, saying that if you were together, we would give it to you. Who knows... "

Old Yang smiled bitterly and shook his head. "The scorching sun likes others, and you only regard the scorching sun as your sister."

Shen Zhining is silent.

"Well, that's it. Since you have a part of the present, come back and take it out with me at the Swiss bank."

"Good." Shen returned.

A young man came up to the room. It was the man who was in front of the room. Mr. Yang called him an Jing.

"Grandpa, here comes the scorching father." Said an Jing.

Old Yang sneered. "Now that he's here, let him in and give the sun a last ride."

An Jing nodded, turned around and went out to meet someone. Soon he came over with a haggard looking middle-aged man.

"Dad." Sheng Xun cried in a low voice when he saw the appearance of a once strong man sitting in a wheelchair.

"Forget it, the only one you can relate to me is gone." Old Yang didn't look at him.

Sheng Xun's lips twitched and he took a long breath. When he turned to see the coffin surrounded by flowers, he suddenly collapsed.

He is full of expectant children. He used to hold the children in his hands. He promised his wife that he would take care of the children all his life. Now he lies there and can no longer call him "father", comfort him and say "mom left you and me". He can no longer look at him with disappointed eyes and ask him how long he would like to live.

No one can feel the despair and helplessness of a guilty father in the face of his daughter's death.

Everyone at the scene could only see that a middle-aged man suddenly cried uncontrollably and couldn't help himself.

Old Yang turned his face away and his eyes were moist. He said in a cold voice, "you are too late to cry now. Put away your ugly appearance and send the last leg of the scorching sun quietly."

Sheng Xun raised his hand to wipe his tears, but the more he wiped them, the mood he held back because of the old man's words went out of control again, crying loudly.

"Who is he? Why are you so sad? "

"The father of the dead."

"Oh, no wonder, the white haired give the black haired, or such a good child."

"What a pity!"

The onlookers were talking in a low voice.

When Sheng Jiaoyang arrived, she happened to see Sheng Xun's painful appearance. She looked around the funeral scene, and had an absurd feeling that she was actually attending her own funeral.

Because she didn't have the solemnity of attending other people's funerals, and because she didn't have dark clothes in her suitcase, she was wearing a white sweater and a pink coat, which made her stand at the scene very eye-catching.Old Yang saw her, too.

"Zhining, I learned something yesterday," Yang said to Shen. "She is the one who was hit by the sun. Do you know that?"

Shen Zhining glanced at the bottom of his eyes and said, "yes."

Yang Laozi nodded calmly. He raised a finger to the girl who was coming, and said, "let her go. I don't want to see her in the future!"