Chapter 934

Xu Jiamu was stunned at first, then he understood something. He was sleepy for a moment.

His legs are a little soft, staring at Song Xiangsi, who is shivering and crying. After a long time, he barely walks to the side of song Xiangsi with a steady step.

Song Fu's lying posture is very regular. His hands are folded on his abdomen. His expression is very peaceful. He looks more like he is asleep. His lips are closed tightly. He can see the radian of a smile. He seems to have had a wonderful dream.

Xu Jiamu reached out his hand and gently touched his father's hand. His touch was cold. His fingertips trembled violently. Then he turned his head and looked at Song Xiangsi. Seeing her crying heartbreaking, his heart also felt like a knife cut. He put his hand on her shoulder and said a very feeble consolation: "thinking Don't be too upset

Song Xiangsi seems to have not heard Xu Jiamu's words at all, but still tears from her own eyes.

In fact, she knew that birth, aging, death, human nature, and she also knew that her father would not live long. However, she did not expect her father to leave so suddenly, which was really difficult for song Xiangsi to accept.

She also wanted to take her father back to Beijing in a few days and hold little red bean to him. She told him that he had a granddaughter. She also thought that her father would be in a good mood and live a longer time when she saw little red bean. Clearly, a few hours ago, her father still held her hand and told her a lot of things in the past. His spirit looked good and he spoke It's not as slow as before, but how can I die?

The more I miss song, the more I cry.

Xu Jiamu squatted down slowly, stretched out his hand, and hugged song Xiangsi into his arms. After a while, the front of his chest was soaked.

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Song Xiangsi has been unable to get out of the attack of song Fu's walking in recent days. Her brain has always been in a muddle, almost every day she keeps in front of the photos of song Fu.

Therefore, the funeral of song's father was basically organized by Xu Jiamu.

On the day of his burial, all his friends before his birth came.

Song Xiangsi seems a bit out of his wits, and all the hospitality work is arranged by Xu Jiamu.

Song's father was buried next to his mother's grave. When the coffin was buried, it rained heavily. Song Xiangsi knelt in the soil, crying heartbroken. Xu Jiamu, holding an umbrella, knelt beside her.

Umbrellas almost all supported on the body of song Xiangsi, Xu Jiamu drenched like a drowned chicken.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, all the funeral attendants left one after another, leaving only Xu Jiamu and song Xiangsi at home.

In the past three days, song Xiangsi hardly ate anything, and she lost weight. Xu Jiamu went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of porridge and took it to the bedroom.

Song Xiangsi lies on the bed with her back to him. She does not move. Xu Jiamu puts the porcelain bowl on the table beside her and holds her from the bed. Just as she is ready to feed song Xiangsi, she waves her hand away. The hot porridge spills out, and Xu Jiamu's fingers turn red.

Song Xiangsi's expression pauses for a moment, and finally turns around without saying a word.

Xu Jiamu has a good temper and is not displeased at all. He just bends down, cleans up the mess and goes out of the bedroom.

After a while, another bowl of porridge came in.

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