He cried heartbrokenly.

Yu Xiuxiu couldn't help but wet the corners of his eyes in the sob crying.

Yu Dazhuang took her to the bedside and saw the person on the bed. He sighed: "Tang Lihua. I don't know if you can hear it. Alas! Anyway, you can go well. Let go of your grudges and grudges in this life, be reincarnated in the next life, and find a good family again..."

Tang Lihua's fingers moved, like convulsions.

With a puff, another mouthful of blood was vomited.

The nanny next to him came over to clean up the blood.

Tang Xuning sobbed and cried, and threw herself on the bed, "Mom, wake up, wake up!"

Tang Lihua can't wake up.

She was unconscious, but the pain before her death was still there, and she seemed to be extremely uncomfortable. Her body twitched a few times, became manic and uneasy, and she was in a state of pain, murmured and nonsense.

Called Tang Xuning.

Called Tang Wenji.

The other sentences were vague, and no one knew what she wanted to say.

Yu Xiuxiu clenched his palms tightly, feeling a little sad.

"Tang Xuning, stop crying, go and ask the doctor if there are any pain-relieving needles? I think she is in pain."

"...Miao Rui. Miao Rui." Tang Lihua was talking about something in her mouth.

It is said that patients with liver cancer will be unconscious before dying, and some will fall into a coma until death. However, Yu Xiuxiu did not expect that at this time, she could still hear Miao Rui's name from Tang Lihua's mouth.

How deep is this hatred?

She was stunned for a moment. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Tang Lihua's hand slowly hang down.

"Mom!!! Doctor, Doctor! Come and save my mom!"

The doctor is already unable to make a comeback.

He came in to check the situation, shook his head, and patted Tang Xuning on the shoulder.

"Family members mourn."

"Mom!" Tang Xuning knelt on the ground, his head hitting his head heavily on the edge of the bed. He hit hard again and again.

Blood oozed out of the forehead.

But he was in extreme pain and could no longer feel the pain in his body.

Yu Dazhuang sighed and walked over to help him, "See a way to contact your father. Please do your mother's funeral."

"mom!"

Tang Xuning cried bitterly.

He didn't know what his mother wanted to say in the last moment.

He only knew that his mother did not forgive him until her death.

In her heart, he was her son who had been in vain. Like his father, he was a betrayer.

~

Tang Wenji found that afternoon.

At that time, Tang Lihua had been sent to the funeral home.

Out of morality, Yu Xiuxiu and Yu Dazhuang accompanied Tang Xuning throughout the journey, from the hospital to checking someone to hold funerals, buying shrouds, and sending people to the funeral home. Then they stayed at the funeral home until five o'clock in the afternoon when Tang Wenji rushed over.

"I'm sorry, I'm late." Tang Wenji's face turned pale. Seeing his son's yellow face, he stuttered for a long time and said only this sentence.

This was also the first time that Tang Xuning remembered that his father was in a hurry and stuttering in front of him.

But, what's the use of saying sorry at this time?

Tang Xuning looked at him: "Where have you gone?"

Tang Wenji frowned and did not answer clearly: "I'm upset, I went out to relax."

Tang Xuning's mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but finally lowered his eyelids, "They asked if they wanted to hold a memorial service. I said no. In this way, they could be cremated tomorrow."

Tang Wenji was stunned.

Long time, no, no.

Tang Xuning glanced at him, "My mother shouldn't want others to see her at this time. She cares about other people's eyes the most in her life... Let her leave quietly."

Tang Wenji: "Are you all ready?"

"Yes." Tang Xuning turned his head and said, "Thanks to Uncle Yu and Xiuxiu."

Tang Wenji looked at Yu Dazhuang, squinted his eyes, supported his hands on his shoulders, and slapped them hard.

"Thank you, brother."

Yu Dazhuang had a heavy expression and said, "Don't you go and see her?"

At this time, Tang Lihua had already changed her shrouds, put on makeup by the staff, and put it in the ice coffin in the decoration room.

Tang Wenji frowned, and said, "Well, I waited a little long, and his tone was also very heavy."

"go!"

Yu Xiuxiu has been in the reception room just now, and has never seen Tang Lihua who has "made up well".

"Are you going?" Yu Dazhuang asked her, "If you don't go, you'll wait here."

"It's okay." Yu Xiuxiu said: "I'm not afraid."

She saw all the terrifying living people in the hospital. What's so scary about the peaceful dead people in the ice coffin?

She held Yu Dazhuang's hand and fulfilled her duties as a "friend's daughter" and followed them to the exhibition room.

Seeing the body, Tang Xuning lay on the ice coffin again, and a big man cried like a child.

Without saying a word, Tang Wenji hugged his son and looked at the woman in the ice coffin who had been with him for most of his life, and remained silent for a long time. In the end, he just sighed heavily.

"You go. My son has me."

...

The next day, Tang Lihua's only friends, as well as Tang Weili's family, came here to send her the last trip.

After a simple farewell ceremony, people entered the incinerator.

In addition to Yu Jiazhou, who was in school, the Yu family of three also came.

The crying sound in the cremation room was shocking. Seeing Tang Lihua being pushed into the stove, Miao Rui, who had always been hard-hearted, cried into tears, holding tissues one by one, and then wet one by one, and her eyes were red and swollen.

Yu Xiuxiu accompanied his mother and kept handing the paper.

Sad, but can't cry.

"Stop crying. Makeup."

"...My mother, hiccup, today, I didn't put on makeup." Miao Rui wiped her tears and whimpered, "Don't it all say that the disaster is here for thousands of years? Why did your Aunt Tang lose so quickly... it's gone?"

It took only a few months, and there was no time to prepare. The person left.

Yu Xiuxiu patted her back and kept annoyed for her, and did not tell her that Aunt Tang was still chanting her name before she died.

...

The cemetery was bought by Tang Lihua during her lifetime. She was alone and there was no reserved for Tang Wenji's location.

On the day of the burial, many people came to Yujia Village Reservoir.

With so many mourning people coming, the Tang family found a hotel and set up more than ten tables to give thank-you gifts.

Since Tang Wenji's accident, he hasn't appeared in the crowd in Jiacun Reservoir for a long time.

The old village chief informed everyone about Tang Lihua.

When a person dies, it is like a lamp extinguishing. Everyone talks about the good things about Tang Lihua during his lifetime. No one mentions the ruins of the old Tang family. Some people sighed, but it was a pity that the engagement between the Tang family and the children of the Yu family.

Two families who were originally well-off would have different fates.

Yu Xiuxiu buried his head in eating, just pretending that he didn't know.

Everyone was talking and making noise, but they couldn't see any sadness.

Perhaps Tang Lihua would not have thought that except for her son, the person who cried the most fiercely after her death would be Miao Rui.

While eating, Yu Xiuxiu took care of Miao Rui's emotions. When she found that she was secretly crying again, she quickly handed the paper.

At this moment, noise came from the door.

Someone screamed: "Oh, Anan is here."

"It's Anan here!"

Yu Xiuxu paused, turned his head and looked at people's eyes.

Huo Zhongnan wore a black suit, a black shirt with a black tie, a tall and delicate figure, his legs looked straight and slender, and his whole body was elegant and decent. If it weren't for the heavy expression on his face, which added a bit of seriousness of the funeral, he would have looked like an idol male lead walking down the poster, who was not very handsome.
To be continued...