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On the way from Zhuangsheng Xiaomeng to the hospital, Pei Qingcheng's brain was blank. She didn't know what she was thinking. She just passively accepted all this.

To the hospital, Pei Zhijun stood at the elevator door waiting for her, he was wearing a white shirt, tie loosely hung around his neck, a face of mental exhaustion and fatigue.

"Brother..." she choked out a voice, Pei Zhijun stretched out his hand to hold her, the voice was low: "half an hour ago, mother did not have a heartbeat and breathing, everything was very sudden."

"Why?" She raised her face and asked pitifully, "I came to see mom the day before yesterday, and she's OK. The doctor says she's in good condition."

"The doctor said it was cardiac arrest, and the cause has not been found yet." Pei Zhijun half hugged her and went to the door of the ward and said to her, "mom is in there. Go in!"

From the open door, I can see that my mother is lying quietly on the bed, which is probably what Pei Zhijun asked. The nurse did not pull the white cloth sheet all the way to the top of her head, just like usual, lying quietly.

Pei Zhijun helped her slowly into the room and stood beside the bed.

In the past, all the instruments inserted in my mother's body have been removed. The mother who has no pipe on her face looks so strange.

Pei Qingcheng wanted to reach out and touch his mother's hand, but he only felt that the sky was spinning, and even a drop of tears did not fall down.

when Pei Qingcheng woke up, she was lying in the ward next door. Her chest was very stuffy. She put her hand on the edge of the bed and wanted to sit up. One hand helped her: "Qingcheng, lie down for a while."

"Brother." Her eyes are dry and hard to do: "where's mom?"

"It has been sent to the morgue."

With a bang in my heart, something suddenly collapsed.

Although mother has been lying, but always give Pei Qingcheng a hope.

Now my mother is gone, and the things that support her in my heart seem to disappear in a moment.

She looked up at Pei Zhijun with her dry eyes. A drop of tears could not flow out: "Mom, mom, brother, we have no mother."

"Qingcheng, you and me." Pei Zhijun sat on the edge of the bed and held her in his arms with pity: "cry, just cry out happily."

In Pei Zhijun's warm arms, tears finally burst out of her eyes. She hugged Pei Zhijun's neck and wailed.

I don't know how long I cried until Pei Qingcheng was almost dehydrated. Her eyes were swollen and she couldn't see what was in front of her. Pei Zhijun helped her lie down and covered her with Quilts: "you can lie down for a while. Someone from the funeral parlor will pick up my mother. I'll go and have a look."

"Brother." Pei Qingcheng stretched out his hand to hold Pei Zhijun's sleeve: "I want to send off my mother."

Pei Zhijun looked at her and nodded after a little hesitation. He lifted the quilt and bent down to hold her up. His hand touched her dress. Suddenly he stopped: "let the nurse change your clothes first."

Pei Qingcheng looked down and noticed that he was still wearing a wedding dress.

One second is heaven, the next is hell.

Huang Xiaofen came crying, bringing Pei Qingcheng's mourning clothes, black knitting dress and a weak little white flower.

Taking off her wedding dress, putting on mourning clothes, and wiping off bright lipstick and beautiful eye makeup with a wet towel, she came out of the room like a walking corpse.

Pei Zhijun waiting at the door, saw her come out directly, bent down to hold her: "you are too weak now, mother is at the door."

She was nestled in Pei Zhijun's arms. He carried her to the door of the hospital and saw the staff of the funeral parlor carrying her mother into the car.

She is far away, see not really, is Pei Zhijun deliberately did not come forward, afraid she saw this scene can not stand.

At the end of the car, the red lights were disappearing.

Pei Qingcheng is lying in Pei Zhijun's arms. The car at home is waiting at the door. Pei Zhijun takes Pei Qingcheng into the car and drives to Pei's home.

The spirit hall at home has been set up. When Pei Qingcheng stands in the hall and looks at his mother's picture, the whole person is still very confused.

In just two hours, her life changed dramatically.

She didn't even remember to ask the doctor why this happened suddenly.

Now, people have gone, and it seems meaningless to go back and ask again.

She stood in the hall for a long time and her mobile phone rang. It was a wechat sent by Shen Yao: Qingcheng, what's the situation now? Zhuangsheng Xiaomeng, you don't have to worry. Brother and we have explained to the guests. Now that the guests are scattered, we will come to worship our aunt later.

Pei Qingcheng returned with one word: good.

Not long after the memorial hall was set up, visitors came to worship one after another.

Pei Qingcheng and Pei Zhijun stood on the left side of the hall to receive the guests.

A few hours ago, she was also standing at the door of the hall of Zhuangsheng Xiaomeng to receive guests, and received everyone's blessing.And now, a few hours later, it's everyone's comfort.

"I'm sorry."

Pei Qingcheng gave thanks one by one and bowed.

Huang Xiaofen quietly told Pei Qingcheng: "Ye Dong's family is here."

Pei Qingcheng looks up. Lin is tired, Shen Yao, his wife, Mr. Ye and even his old lady are here.

All of them changed their clothes. Lin's white dress was replaced by a black suit and a black tie. It was solemn and solemn.

Shen Yao and Mrs. ye, originally gorgeous dresses, are now changed into black clothes.

Ye's old lady came first. Her tears were about to fall before she could reach her eyes. She took Pei Qingcheng's hand and said, "my poor Qingcheng, I'll lose my face in such a short time."

"Grandma." He cried out with a choking voice and tried to hold back the tears.

"Well, life is changeable." Old lady Ye shakes her head and sighs and wipes her tears.

Mrs. ye came to support her, gently looked at Pei Qingcheng and said, "be careful of your body, and be patient."

"Mom, grandma, Dad, you go there and have a rest."

"We give a stick of incense to my family."

They one by one incense, Pei Qingcheng pious return, and then go to the side hall rest.

After finishing the incense, ye comes to Pei Qingcheng, holding her weak shoulder and looking at her painfully: "don't let yourself be so haggard. I will be heartbroken."

"Tired." "I'm sorry, the wedding became a funeral," she said

"Don't say that, it's unpredictable." Ye pitifully embraces her into his arms: "no need to be sorry."

Leaning against Ye's tired arms, the wandering heart seems to be a little bit more stable.

She is very sad, can not name the sad, even if it is crying can not vent the pain.

She is leaning against Lin's tired arms. Suddenly, her arm is held by someone. Then she is pulled out of Lin's tired arms and bumps into another person's arms.

Looking up, it was Pei Zhijun. His face was iron green, and his eyes were covered with ice: "Ye Dong, thank you for coming to worship my mother. Just go to the side hall and have a rest."

"I don't see any thanks from you." Ye tired staring at Pei Zhijun, holding Pei Qingcheng's arm tightly: "you hurt her, let go!"

Pei Zhijun's hand is a little loose, but he still keeps Pei in his arms, without any meaning of letting go: "Dong Ye, please."

"Brother." Pei Qingcheng struggled for a while and broke free from his arms. She saw anger and exclusion in Pei Zhijun's eyes.

Now on this occasion, she doesn't want to worry about why Pei Zhijun hates ye so much. At the moment, they can't have any conflict.

"Brother." "Would you like to receive other guests?" she murmured

"Uncle Lu is here. Let's go." Pei Ye walks past Pei Wujun's face in front of him.

Pei Qingcheng looked back at him. He was also looking at her and nodded to her slowly.

Shen Yao stands aside and approaches Ye. He says in a low voice: "brother, I don't think Pei Zhijun's attitude towards Qingcheng is a little strange, but his look at Qingcheng is not quite like that of a brother looking at his sister. EH." She felt her arm and shuddered, "what a pervert."

Ye tired looked down at her: "Ding Han is checking."

"For what?" Shen Yao asked inexplicably. Suddenly he understood it and opened his eyes wide: "do you mean...

" I asked him to come out and explore his words a few days ago. Although I didn't tell him what he said, he didn't deny it. " Ye is tired and frowns: "these days, you stay here with Qingqing. Pei Zhijun certainly won't let me stay here. It must be the funeral of Qingqing's mother. Take the overall situation into consideration. Don't make it too embarrassing."

"Well, I see, brother." Shen Yao nodded: "I am a woman, Pei Zhijun will not be too defensive against me."

Mrs. Ye is old. After a while, Mrs. ye and Mr. Ye leave with her.

Ye is tired and still stays at Pei's house. Pei Qingcheng is busy receiving the guests and keeps his feet on the ground.

But as soon as I look back and see ye tired standing on the side of the hall, he is inexplicably at ease.

The night was as black as ink. As the night went on, there were fewer guests.

The hall is left with Pei's servants and a few of them.

Pei Qingcheng is actually very tired. Pei Zhijun comes with a cup of ginseng tea and puts it in Pei Qingcheng's palm: "go back upstairs and have a rest. I'll ask sister Chen to send you some porridge."

"I want to be with mom tonight."

"No, you are too weak now. You must have a good sleep." Pei Zhijun held her shoulder, and his eyes lingered on her face: "if you want to give mom a good ride the day after tomorrow, you'll go to bed."

The day after tomorrow is the funeral. If something goes wrong, I'm afraid I can't get out of bed.

Pei Qingcheng nods and looks for ye tired figure in the living room.

Finally, I saw him in the corner and was talking to Shen Yaoyao.She raised her step to go to him, Pei Zhijun took her hand: "now go upstairs."

"I have a word with them."

"I'll be glad to receive it." Pei Zhijun did not need to question the tone, side head told the servant: "sister Chen, help Miss upstairs."

"Brother." Pei Qingcheng looked up at him in defiance: "do I even have the right to call guests? If I want them to go back first, can't I say a word? "

Holding her shoulder hand gently released, Pei Zhijun reluctantly nodded: "say hello is good."

Pei Qingcheng went to them. Shen Yuan quickly stood up and helped her: "Qingcheng, you look so ugly."

"I'm fine." She looked up at Ye tired: "you go back first, I must stay here these days."

"Well, it should be." Ye tired slowly closed his head and held her hand. His eyes were tender: "have a good rest. I'll come tomorrow morning."

"Well."

Not far away, Pei Zhijun stood on one side, his eyes fell on the four tightly clasped hands.

After a moment's pause, she raised her feet to them, took Pei Qingcheng's wrist and pulled her hand out of Ye's tired hand: "it's very late, ye Dong, Miss Shen, then we won't send you."

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