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It was not until Jiang Chang'an brought the staff over and pulled away the hospital bed covered with white cloth that he was just like waking up from a dream and staggering up. He almost fell down several times on the way.

His mother was heartbroken and unconscious and could not follow him, but he followed and got into the funeral parlor car. Everyone was silent all the way, and the atmosphere was so heavy.

Later, everyone stood there and watched the body under the white cloth be pushed into the crematorium to be burned. The fire made Gu Yebai's half face red, and the suppressed cry around him was like a plaintive cry.

Jiang Chang'an was full of sorrow, wiped his eyes, and his lips almost trembled, "elder brother, you can go at ease. In the next life, we will be brothers again."

His father's walking stick turned to ashes in a week.

The once tall and straight body, when he was a child, would bend down to touch his head and tell him that a man's husband, no matter what happens, must be strong and can't cry.

At this moment in a dark, square box, from now on, there is no breath, no more sun, so unreal, but so real.

A few days ago, he was still hating his father, and all the things he wanted to do were still not in his mind.

He also told his mother on the phone that he would not go to the hospital to see him. He made up his mind to give him a grandson, and then break up with him, so that he would never exist again.

In the days to come, he only wants to live with Guo'er at ease, but now he expects his happiness to be nothing, and his father, whom he hates most, will eventually be integrated into the dust.

At the funeral, the sky was gloomy and drizzle was continuous. His mother was heartbroken and didn't show up. He held the heavy box and felt that the whole world was dark.

The weight in his hands is the pain that he can't bear, but he has to bear.

The priest was holding the Bible and chanting words. The whole cemetery was silent in the cold rain. The black and white photos on the tombstone had a gentle smile, and the chrysanthemums on one side were wet by the rain.

Every one who came to mourn the dead said comforting words to him and told him to stop mourning and change. Only Lu Chi Mo came with his family. He didn't say anything. He just reached out and hugged him.

But this time, let all his vulnerability almost no escape, he opened his mouth, issued a hoarse dry voice, "is she OK?"

Lu Chi Mo, "you can rest assured, she is very good."

His eyes were hot and humid, and Li Yang was as sad as he was. "In fact, Guo'er is here today, but she doesn't dare to show up. She just dares to look at it secretly."

"Yebai, she doesn't want to embarrass you. She is even more afraid that her presence here will hurt you."

In fact, he knew what Li Yang said. He seemed to have a sense of where she was hiding. Looking up, he saw her standing by a big tree with a black umbrella, half of which was almost covered.

He could only see the corner of the black umbrella. His throat rolled up and down slightly. "This time, you may have to take care of him."

Lu Chi Mo patted him on the shoulder, "don't worry, we will. Here, you don't have to worry about her."

Li Yang after all still can't bear, tears fell down, "night white, please mourn."