Death is like a lamp going out. Lu Zhongping died, and the charges against him disappeared with his death.
The dead return to dust, but they give the living the heaviest and cruelest blow, leaving them with boundless pain and longing.
Lu Man had been drowsy in her sleep, with tears streaming down her face. She woke up crying, cried and fell asleep again. Even Lu Zhongping's funeral was helped by others, while she was immersed in pain all day long.
In just two days, I have already lost a lot of weight and become pale and haggard.
It wasn't until the mourning hall was set up that Lu Man was packed up and taken to the mourning hall by some of her best friends. Her skinny body was dressed in a black suit, her face was empty, and her face was as plain as silk. Her originally smart eyes had become empty and lifeless.
God, it makes people sad to see it
The solemn mourning hall was decorated with countless white chrysanthemums. A large photo of Lu Zhongping was placed in the center. The smoke on the incense table made his photo a little blurry.
There were people who were familiar and unfamiliar who came to pay their respects. Lu Man's face was expressionless, as if he had lost his soul and had an empty body.
She had a small white flower pinned to her black hair. She was supported by two best friends and mechanically bowed to the mourners, but her tears never fell again.
As early as the past two days when she was groggy, she had already shed all her tears. Her eyes were red and swollen, and red threads covered the whole pair of eyes like spider webs, which was very scary.
Lu Man looked at the photo from time to time. Every time she glanced at that familiar face, her heart felt as if someone had sharply sawed it with a dull knife, dripping with blood and numbing in pain.
Mom, she passed away without even enjoying her mother's love. She doesn't blame her mother or complain, because she has a father who gave her boundless fatherly love, which is enough to make up for the pain of not having a mother, no matter what he did.
No matter what bad things happen to her, in her mind, Lu Zhongping is the best father in the world!
But now, the person who loves her and dotes on her will never come back again
From now on, she is the only one left in this world!
"Manman,manman"
Lu Man looked away from his father's photo, blinked his sour eyes, and mechanically turned to look at his classmate Wang Qiao.
Wang Qiao blushed a little, tugged on her sleeves, and pursed her lips: "Someone comes to pay homage to my uncle."
Lu Man turned his gaze and met a pair of worried and gentle eyes, and couldn't help but be startled.
"Miss Lu, my condolences." The voice of the person who came was as gentle as a spring breeze. It sounded warm and comfortable, and it made Lu Man's eyes sore.
Who is this person? Does he know his father?
No matter who it was, it was always the intention that came. She was not in the mood to think deeply about it. She just bowed in a hoarse voice and said: "You have the intention."
The man looked at her body that had lost weight twice. He knew that if it weren't for her two friends supporting her, she would never be able to stand.
"I am Dong Jin. I once had an acquaintance with Mr. Lu." Dong Jin introduced himself succinctly. Looking at her pale and colorless look, he couldn't help but said with concern: "The dead are gone, but the living are strong. You, must
Take good care of yourself, especially if you are not alone."
Lu Man suddenly raised his head and looked at him in surprise. What does this mean?
"you"
Dong Jin looked at her questioning eyes, smiled slightly, and said warmly: "You fainted at Jin's door that day. I sent you to the hospital. The doctor checked your body, okay." He stopped clicking.
Jin, fainted
Lu Man's memories came back to life, and he recalled what the woman said when he woke up in the hospital that day. He couldn't help but look at Dong Jin gratefully, and said hoarsely: "Thank you, Mr. Dong."
She should be grateful. It was just a chance meeting, but he was willing to lend a helping hand and come to pay homage to her father. He was just a stranger, but he had more friendship than some people who were related to her.
"Jiayu, help me take Mr. Dong over to sit down." Lu Man asked another classmate of his, Song Jiayu, and then said to Dong Jin: "Mr. Dong, please forgive me for not being able to entertain him in person."
"It doesn't matter." Dong Jin smiled faintly, glanced at her pale lips, and said: "You, take care of yourself." As he said this, his eyes fell on her abdomen.
Understanding the deep meaning in his eyes, Lu Man nodded gratefully again.
Dong Jin sighed and followed Song Jiayu to where the guests were sitting, looking at the thin and thin girl from a distance.
"Hey, why don't you see Jin Chengjun? Isn't he Mr. Lu's son-in-law?"
Beside him, there was a man whispering with some other familiar friends. Dong Jin turned his head slightly.
"Who knows, I've been here for so long and I haven't seen him yet," another man said.
"I don't think he's coming? I heard that he personally brought people to Tianyuan to talk about the acquisition, which would give Mr. Lu a stroke."
"Jin Chengjun is really ruthless and vicious, even his father-in-law's company is not spared. Only such a person can prosper. It's just a pity, it's too underhanded."
"Hey, Mr. Lu is shrewd all his life, but he doesn't know that he is luring a wolf into the house. Things are really unpredictable."
"Who says otherwise? He is only in his fifties, but he pities his daughter."
"Yes, Xiao Man is only twenty years old. Her father was so angry with her husband that her family was ruined. She is probably the saddest one. How pitiful."
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Dong Jin sat upright, listening to the few people behind him discussing Lu Zhongping's past events, and then looked at the thin girl opposite, with a hint of pity in his gentle eyes.
The most painful thing in the world is that a child wants to be raised but cannot be cared for, not to mention that the person who gave birth to and raised him dies indirectly because of himself.
How should she overcome this high hurdle?
Throughout the funeral process, Lu Man behaved very calmly, but when the body was bid farewell, she cried to death again, which was very moving.
And until Lu Zhongping's ashes were moved to the cemetery, Jin Chengjun did not show up, which aroused people's discussion and wondered what would be written in tomorrow's newspapers.
When the mourners dispersed one after another, it started to rain lightly, and it was cold and refreshing.
Lu Man begged for a long time before sending away several of her aggrieved girlfriends. She was the only one left in the entire cemetery, looking at Lu Zhongping's posthumous photo in a daze.
The autumn rain was not heavy, and the mist was white, covering his eyes. Lu Man wiped away the mist on his eyes that could not be distinguished from rain or tears, sat on the tombstone, leaned on the tombstone, which was less than one meter, and closed his eyes.
, whimpering like a small animal.
The sky gradually darkened, and the entire cemetery became sad and peaceful. The rain kept falling, but Lu Man still refused to leave, whispering something to his father's photo.
What she didn't know was that not far from her, a tall man was holding a black umbrella and looking at her worriedly.
