He bowed his head and touched Shaoze's head. "Shaoze doesn't have to worry. His uncle is an adult. He will take good care of himself. Shaoze and grandpa together, Ann Xinxin and other uncles go home, OK? "

Knowing that uncle will be home soon, Shaoze is relieved. He nods solemnly, "Hmm!"

Department chief Pei smiled happily.

The second eldest is not at home all the year round. The third eldest is not worried.

Now, only Shaoze, the precious grandson, can comfort him a little.

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Chen Junhua's funeral will be held on December 15.

Mrs. Chen once cried and fainted. Mr. Chen held her in his arms and his eyes were red. He thanked every guest present.

Chu Yu stands in the position of family members and thanks every guest one by one.

She looks better than Mrs. Chen.

But the thin figure, in the cold wind, was wanton abuse.

A small hundred flowers on the ear, the petals were fluttering.

At the beginning of the speech, she was very pale, her face was haggard, her lips were bloodless, and her eyes were occupied by red blood.

Everyone who came forward to offer flowers bowed to thank her. Someone patted her on the shoulder to make her sad.

She smiled bitterly, only a pale thank you.

On the tombstone, Chen Junhua's face is young and handsome, and his eyes are full of energy.

It was as if he was still alive and never left them.

As soon as I can't remember how much I have, I don't close my eyes. As soon as I close my eyes, all I can think of is Shen Junhua's voice and smile.

Until he died, he was still thinking about her.

He didn't take the Hukou book at all, but deliberately left it in the garage.

On that day, they were only 100 meters away from the Civil Affairs Bureau.

It's the distance of 100 meters that keeps them apart forever.

I can't believe Chu Yu, so he left

A person alone, before dying, no one is around.

How can he be so stupid? A man has taken care of all people, but himself.

"Junhua What do you want mom to do? " Mrs. Chen was crying and her legs fell to the ground.

She climbed two steps, hugged the tombstone tightly, and pasted her face on the picture of Shen Junhua. She was heartbroken: "Junhua, take your mother away too Mom can't live without you. "

"Don't do that, aunt." Chuyu squats down beside her and taps her shoulder. "Let Junhua go well, let him go peacefully."

Mrs. Chen can't hear any words. Her cry is shrill. She is panting and fainting.

"Auntie!"

Mr. Chen picked up Mrs. Shen and asked her to be sent to the hospital.

The guests comforted Mr. Chen. They just kept on changing. When they heard more, they were numb.

The wind is still cold, and the guests have left the cemetery.

At dusk, Chu Yu was still sitting in front of the tombstone. Mr. Chen choked and patted her on the shoulder. "Let's go, we should go too."

One day, from morning to evening, Chu Yu never left.

Mr. Chen looked in his eyes and was moved in his heart.

Although she is not the culprit, her performance in these days is enough to prove her heart.

Looking at her growing emaciated, the father of Mr. Shen, is also heartache.

Thinking of what Chen Junhua left before he died, Mr. Chen sighed, "when Junhua left, tell us that you are innocent. In his heart, you never feel sorry for him, so you don't have to. "