Xie Mufan noticed that the sentence was like a poem. He felt a little bitter in his heart, but he pretended that nothing had happened and stopped talking.
Xing Rushi knew that his behavior would hurt Xie Mufan, but he had no other choice. He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Fortunately, at this time, a relative came over. Xing Rushi apologized to the two people and left for the time being.
Wang Huiming took a deep look at Xie Mufan and followed him like a poem.
Xie Mufan has some bad feelings in his heart, but he doesn't want to force her. He doesn't want to make friends with each other. He went to the spirit Hall of Xing Zheng Qian and put on a incense, so he didn't stay any longer.
Gu Xiaoxiao sees that Xie Mufan is in a bad mood. She remembers that director Xie has just comforted herself. She says goodbye to Xing Rushi and catches up with Xie Mufan.
Xing Rushi looks at the back of the two people leaving, and silently prays in his heart that Xie Mufan can find his own happiness.
Wang Huiming came forward and patted Xing's poetic shoulder at the right time, just as gentle as before.
"Poetry, don't think too much."
Xing Rushi smiles at Wang Huiming and continues to keep the vigil. He doesn't see off the last guest until 7 pm. The sky is completely dark, but the rain doesn't mean to stop at all.
When Wang Huiming is sent away, Xing Rushi sees fu MA standing outside. She sips her lips and the smile on her face collapses.
Mufu and her mother may be hard to let go of things that she and her mother could not let go. If one was not careful at that time, perhaps both children would have left her.
"Rushi, I hope you can give me a few minutes to listen to me explain, you are making a conclusion, OK?"
Xing Rushi has a cold look, which makes people unable to see any emotion. She always regards fu MA as her family and friends, so she feels more painful. As soon as I saw her, I would think of the two children at that time.
"I'm sorry, fu MA. I'm very tired. You don't need to apologize or blame yourself."
Fu MA naturally refused to let go. She clung to the door frame, her knuckles turned white and her arm trembled slightly.
Xing Rushi looked up at Fu Ma, but the other side's eyes didn't have the slightest look. A pair of eyes was like an empty black hole, which made people feel nervous.
After a few days' absence, fu MA seems to be much older, and her face looks much worse than before.
Xing Rushi had never seen such an expression on his mother Fu's face. She could not help but think of her love for her two children.
With a long sigh, I closed my eyes and opened them again. I didn't have the determination just now. In fact, if you think about it carefully, how can you blame fu MA? She didn't think that would happen.
"This is the first time I forgive you, and the last time I forgive you. I hope you don't let me down."
Fu Ma said, "I can't tell you why, but I hope you believe me. I didn't know about the airport in advance. Please believe that I have always been on your side. "
After all, Xing Rushi had known fu MA for three years. How could she not understand her? She nodded after seeing the sincerity of her face. Just in the heart for her mouth in a little care.
"I don't have to ask, but I hope you can tell me at the right time."
"Thank you."
Fu MA was relieved. Looking at Xing Rushi's face, she didn't know what to say.
The two little Meng Bao knew that Fu Ma was coming, but they didn't dare to say anything more because of the sentence. Seeing that mommy had forgiven fu MA, they all rushed out and dragged fu MA to the house.
The next day was Xing Zhengqian's funeral, and several people went out early. God seems to know that today is a sad day in general, but it has been raining, without the slightest meaning to stop.
Take a bus to Fenghuang cemetery in the east section of Fenghuang Road, which is closer to home. The criminal army is walking in front with Xing Zhengqian's spiritual throne. Xing Rushi and Wang Liping walk slowly behind with the remains and ashes.
The two children were led by fu MA. They were not as noisy and quiet as usual. People from funeral service company scattered paper money along the road. The atmosphere was oppressive, like a dark sky.
From the cemetery path to Xing Zhengqian's tomb, Wang Liping began to cry again. Xing Jun and Xing Rushi knelt in front of the tomb and watched the urn slowly put into the tomb, and their noses were a little sour.
The criminal army made three heavy knocks, as if growing up overnight. The voice was full of masculinity.
"Dad, don't worry. I will take good care of my mother and sister."
Even if Wang Liping didn't know the words, he didn't even know it.