Chapter 983

(I'll revise it later.)

He Jiayi was stunned for a moment.

Yunci said: "I wanted to keep it from you, but it was still known by Mr. Jun. at the moment of hearing the news, he suddenly fell down and is still lying in the hospital

He Jiayi didn't know what to say for a moment.

Because of Shen's encounter, he knew more or less about your family.

Mr. Jun lost his father and mother in his early years. He supported the whole jun family when he was young and raised his younger sister. His younger sister married an inhuman man and died in pain. When he was middle-aged, he devoted all his love to his younger sister to his only nephew. His son died in a car accident, and his younger nephew left before him.

A piece of pain, all in his heart cut a knife, leaving an indelible scar.

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After all, Xia Beiqing didn't bury him, so he decided to find a suitable opportunity to take his ashes back to Ye Kingdom and Jun's home.

Yunci was not ready to leave until the next afternoon. Before she left, she held Xia Beiqing for the last time, stroked the jar with her hand and said, "Beiqing, we will see you again soon."

He Jiayi drives Yunci to the place where he flies.

After returning, he saw Shen Zhiyu sitting on the floor of the living room, still holding Xia Beiqing's urn.

He Jiayi went over, squatted down beside Shen Zhiyu and said, "get up and have some dinner. I'll let Aunt Liu prepare for you."

Shen Zhiyu shook his head rigidly.

He Jiayi is worried: "you've been sitting here for three days and three nights. If you go on like this, you won't be able to hold on."

Shen Zhiyu doesn't talk.

He Jiayi sighed and said, "but you can't hold him all your life. Shall we find a place to put him first?"

Yunci asked, "is Shen Zhi OK when he meets him?"

Xia Beiqing's death was a fatal blow to him.

He Jiayi was silent for a while and replied, "I don't know how to describe it. You'll know when you see it later."

The car stopped at the door of the apartment.

Yunci gets out of the car and looks up.

The door of the apartment is not closed. The simple funeral is held in the apartment. The living room is dead, with big white flowers hanging. Xia Beiqing's portrait is on the top. In the photo, he is still smiling, with curved eyebrows and bright sunshine.

Shen Zhiyu sits on the ground, facing the photo, holding a porcelain jar in his arms, which should be Xia Beiqing's ashes.

Cloud words go in, see the appearance of Shen Zhiyu, just understand he Jiayi don't know how to describe what it means.

Shen Zhiyu seems to be getting old overnight. He can see the silver in his hair. But on his face, he can see any pain and sadness, even can't show any emotion. His face is calm and frightening.

He didn't look at Xia Bei's portrait or the urn in his arms. His eyes behind the lens were lax and empty. He didn't know what he was looking at.

Until he heard the sound of Yunci's footsteps, he seemed to turn around and look at Yunci rigidly. In his gloomy eyes, he could see nothing but darkness.

"You're here..." Shen Zhiyu's voice was hoarse and strong, light and floating, like no weight: "leaning North... I should really want to see you again."

Yunci looks at the urn in Shen Zhiyu's arms. Her heart is like a hard fist. She can't breathe. She was ready long before she came here. At this moment, all of them fall apart.

When I saw him last time, he was still in a wheelchair. He would smile and write on the paper with a pen.