Chapter 2057

Half an hour later, mu wennuan was awakened by Li Xiuting.

Both of them were dressed in black, and Li Xiuting drove to the funeral home.

The old man has arrived.

The old man seems to have grown old as a teenager overnight, and his silver hair seems to be a hundred years old.

For such a long time, Li Xiuting couldn't go to accompany him.

Li Ruixuan is busy with the business of Li's group.

Li Xiuyi is busy with his film and television company.

Li Xiaowei and Li Xiaoke are still too young. They are always old men. They take care of them. There is no possibility for them to take care of them.

Therefore, in recent years, it is uncle Qing who has been with him all the time.

The old man suddenly disappeared. The old man's heart was really hurt.

He sat quietly beside Li Ruixuan and didn't know how long he had been here.

He came here before dawn.

I can't sleep.

After that, there is no one to talk with.

Li Ruixuan stood up as soon as he saw Li Xiuting and mu wennuan coming in“ Father, mother, there are things

He just waited for Li Xiuting and mu wennuan to have a look, and then he took it to the people in the funeral home to burn it with Uncle Qing. It's also a way to let those letters accompany uncle Qing. Let's have a thought.

He has no children and never married in his whole life. All his heart is in Li's family. Li Xiuting grew up not so much raised and trained by Li's father as by him and uncle Qing.

Uncle Qing is half of Li Xiuting's grandfather.

It's no worse than the old man's own grandfather.

"Good." Li Xiuting walked over quickly. He didn't know why. He wanted to see Uncle Qing's things.

Mu wennuan naturally followed Li Xiuting.

Where he goes, where she goes.

First, she didn't want him to worry about her. Second, she didn't feel secure without him.

She always thought she would be afraid of such a place as the funeral home.

She used to be afraid of the dead.

But to Uncle Qing, she is really not afraid at all.

That's because in her heart, uncle Qing is her relative.

We are not afraid of our relatives.

It's a box.

It's a beautiful box.

When he saw the box, Li Xiuting was stunned.

I don't believe it's a box used by Uncle Qing.

It's pretty fancy.

Because there are many small animals on the box, which are all drawn by hand, not printed.

And those who can draw small animals on Uncle Qing's box can't have anyone else except himself.

The old man would not be so boring to draw small animals on Uncle Qing's box.

He can't draw, either.

He doesn't have that artistic talent.

So, uncle Qing painted it himself.

When he opened the box and looked at the two neat rows of letters and the books that uncle Qing had once liked, Li Xiuting's nose was sour, because he had read the top one before.

It was Uncle Qing who gave it to him.

He picked it up and turned it over. When he was a child, his memory suddenly appeared. Every time he was angry with the old man, he hid in the woods in the backyard of the old house.

Then hiding, uncle Qing will sneak in and give him a book to watch and kill time.

And he has this book in his hand. Uncle Qing once showed it to him.

Looking at it, he still remembers the contents of the book.

Put down and picked up a Qingshu's letter, that is diary.

This is the latest diary written last week, before they left for r country.

But now, uncle Qing can no longer fill most of the blank diary.

He's gone.

He is about to turn to ashes, take these books and letters, and go to another world.

He just wants another world where there is no murder and no assassination. Uncle Qing can happily read his secretary's letters.

One after another, Li Xiuting looked at it casually.

Anyway, it's still half an hour before cremation.

Yamamoto and the two little ones haven't arrived yet.

He is here to read uncle Qing's letter.

Looking at it, he regretted having them sent.

Although these things have no academic value, they are just the diary of an old man in Japan, or the diary of a running account. But when he looks at them, it's as if time goes back to the day when Uncle Qingshu kept his diary, and every word shows his love for himself.

The lower he turns, the slower he turns.

However, I didn't look at every diary carefully. I just looked at it like a lantern, so I read it very fast.

Soon turned to the last letter.

This one is also the most worn-out of all the letters.

The corner of the letter may have been broken because it has been read all these years.

Li Xiuting imagines that uncle Qing is wearing presbyopic glasses and turns over the picture of this letter page by page. His eyes are moist all of a sudden.

He can't go on watching.

After reading a page, I'm ready to put it down.

Just as the wind blows, it opens a page.

When Li Xiuting was about to put down the letter, he was stunned.

Just for the content of this page, it is about when he was 12 years old.

To be exact, it is just the picture when he and Bai Yao met for the first time.

Uncle Qing didn't expect that Bai Yao would marry him many years later.

So when she kept a diary at that time, Bai Yao was defined as the little girl who touched porcelain.

When he saw the word "touch porcelain", Li Xiuting's lips lit up a smile.

At that time, the six-year-old girl really touched his car, so that he could only take care of her mother's affairs for her.

So she remembered him.

Twelve years later, he became pregnant with his child and later became his wife.

That scene, in retrospect, has been for many years.

But it seems as if it was yesterday, right in front of my eyes, as if it had just happened.

When he saw the story of Bai Yao, he couldn't let it go.

Page after page.

He really didn't expect that uncle Qing recorded the events of that year in such detail, even the pictures of Bai Yao pestering him to hold him in his arms, otherwise he would not sleep were very clear.

At that time, Bai Yao was a little princess. She was cute and lovely, so that he, who never liked to touch girls, could not help hugging her.

And then I don't want to let go.

But when he later buried her mother and went to see her, she was gone.

She was picked up by the Bai family.

At that time, he was still young, and he didn't know what love was.

He took the little white boy as a passer-by in his life.

It's just in memory.

But it's just one of the little figures in his memory.

But did not expect, she remembered him, a record is twelve years.