"Think about it yourself." After finishing his words, Mr. Han left the lounge on crutches.
Han Shaoqi was left deep in thought.
In the past, when they were having fun outside, all those women wanted was money and their own power.
But Ning Xiaotong is different.
The life she wants is simple.
She doesn’t want money and doesn’t care about her own power, so what exactly does she want?
Suddenly a word flashed through my mind.
friend.
Yes, Xiaotong said, "Han Shaoqi, if you still treat me as a friend, don't interfere in my mother's funeral. I said, I don't need any of your help."
And he is still Xiaotong's friend.
Han Shaoqi has never been so happy as he is now. Xiaotong broke off relations with Huangfu Lin, but they are still friends with him, but they just refuse his help.
So, Xiaotong shouldn't object to being with Xiaotong as a friend.
Han Shaoqi excitedly caught up with Mr. Han, "Grandpa, I know what to do."
Mr. Han looked at him approvingly, "Do you understand?"
Han Shaoqi nodded vigorously.
"Then, don't let Xiao Tong down again, and don't let Grandpa down either."
"I know, Grandpa." Han Shaoqi suddenly felt that he was full of fighting spirit.
…
Qingli Park, where my father is buried.
There is a small soil slope, long green grass, and a stone tablet standing there. It is not stained by dust. It is obvious that someone often comes to scrub it.
My mother used to come here often, but from then on, I took on this task myself.
Tomb of Ning'an Kingdom.
However, now there is an extra piece next to him.
Looking from a distance, they are leaning against each other.
Ning Xiaotong watched quietly, her emotions far less out of control than the previous few days.
The silence around was eerie.
Holding white chrysanthemums in her hands, she placed a bunch in front of the two tombstones.
"Dad, Mom, you are finally together, but I am the only one left."
"However, don't worry, I will live a good life and will not let you down."
"Don't worry, I will also restrain my temper, find someone, and marry well."
His hand slowly touched the stone tablet, and it was cold to the bone, sinking straight into his heart.
Today, the place is quiet and the atmosphere is sad. It is not as spectacular as yesterday's memorial service, and there are not as many people as there were yesterday.
Only Mr. Han, Han Shaoqi and Luo Qian.
Mr. Han held a bouquet of yellow and white chrysanthemums in his hand, walked over and placed it in front of Ning's mother's grave. He looked at Ning Xiaotong, with kind care on his old cheeks, "Xiao Tong, my condolences."
"Grandpa Han, I know." He smiled at Old Man Han. For two days in a row, Grandpa Han rushed over, which made him deeply moved.
After helping Mr. Han stand up, he heard Mr. Han say, "Xiaotong, come back and see grandpa when you have time."
"Okay." Ning Xiaotong responded obediently.
Looking at Ning Xiaotong, who had become much more sensible in an instant, Mr. Han sighed. He was still the carefree and cute little pupil he was before, but he was afraid he would never go back.
She also placed the white chrysanthemum in front of Ning's mother's tomb. Luo Qian walked to Ning Xiaotong and said, "Xiaotong, if you want to express your condolences, you should come out early."
"Qianqian, I know."
Luo Qian frowned when she saw Ning Xiaotong like this. Xiaotong was too affectionate. She probably said this to comfort herself because she didn't want to worry herself. Luo Qian remembered that when Uncle Ning left, Xiaotong was also sad.