When Shen Qinghuan and Lu Ziheng arrive at the hospital, Qin Muzhi quarrels with Zhou Zihan.
Finally, Zhou's mother endured the pain and dragged Zhou Zihan away.
This is the second time that Zhou Zihan came to such a cold and numb place as the mortuary.
With a sour nose, she suddenly realized clearly that even if she got married in the future, there would be no father who would love her and run to the other half with his hand.
People who are so familiar now lie here motionless. Even if the driver is dragged out and robbed, dad will never come back.
Zhou Zihan rushed to deal with his father's affairs with empty eyes. He was a relative who went to and from condolence. He was a bit real and a bit false. He had no energy to research.
Maybe cry to numbness, tears will dry up.
People come and go in the mortuary, and what they say most to Zhou Zihan is to be patient with grief.
But if it's as simple as what you say in your mouth, why is there traumatic stress disorder in the world.
It rained all night.
Early in the morning, Zhou Zihan walked along the long corridor with her father's urn in her arms. She saw the raindrops falling from the window. It seemed that she saw her father's kind face again in the light of the water.
Jiang Silu was the one who knew about the changes of the Zhou family at the latest.
He rushed to the hospital just in time for the Zhou family's funeral car to go to the cemetery.
Gasping for breath, Jiang Silu ran to Zhou Zihan, hung his head, and said to her apologetically, "I've just received the volunteer form for arts and Science in my class. I'm sorry, but my uncle certainly doesn't want to see you so sad."
Zhou Zihan looked at Jiang Silu with a bitter smile: "Jiang Silu. What's wrong with you? Isn't it all my wishful thinking to you from the beginning to the end? You are so busy on weekdays. It's a waste of your time to see you in this place now. "
"Zhou Zihan." Jiang Silu felt as if he had been stabbed by something. His expression was unbelievable. His black and white eyes looked at Zhou Zihan attentively: "I know that your uncle's affairs make you feel bad. I can wait for you to calm down, but please don't talk to me in such a strange tone."
Zhou Zihan, who was named, was like a hedgehog. She was silent for a long time before responding to Jiang Silu: "shall we break up?"
"I won't agree." Jiang Silu tightened his lips. He even said to Zhou Zihan regardless of the occasion: "can you be reasonable? It's you who are together, and it's you who are ending now. How can there be such a truth? "
"How do you want her to reason with you when she meets such a thing?" Qin Muzhi has been unhappy with Jiang Silu for a long time. That night, taking advantage of Liu Min's younger sister relationship with Zhou's mother, he has been guarding Zhou Zihan here in the hospital. It's really uncomfortable to see that Jiang Silu's question is like this.
"This is about me and Zhou Zihan." Jiang Silu seldom makes a high decibel speech in such a public occasion: "what does it have to do with you?"
Qin Muzhi was so angry that he clenched his fist and was about to wave to Jiang Silu, but he was stopped by Lu Ziheng.
If Zhou Zihan had another dispute with Jiang Silu on the occasion of his father's affairs, I'm afraid that the old Qin's love road would only be more and more bumpy. Lu Ziheng signaled him to learn to be patient according to Qin Muzhi.
At a time like this, it's not suitable for them to be here.
Shen Qinghuan assures Qin Muzhi that he will take good care of Zhou Zihan and not let her have an accident, which makes Qin Muzhi's Qi slowly dissipate.