She took out her mobile phone from the bedside table. The caller ID showed Aunt Liu's landline.
My heart suddenly sank.
He picked up the phone, put it to his ear and said "hello" softly.
Aunt Liu's cry came over there, and her cell phone fell to the bed.
Mu Mu remained silent on the plane, and she never spoke again after answering the phone call.
The phone call was still between Yifan Lu and Aunt Liu.
The cabin was lifeless.
Mu Mu's eyes were gloomy, without the usual lively look.
The slender fingers are clasped together, feeling cool from the fingertips to the palm of the hand.
Lu Yifan tried in various ways to get her to express some emotions, but she remained motionless, staring at the clouds outside the window, her face ashen.
It wasn't until the plane landed that Mu Mu finally felt a little emotional. She stood up with her hands on the table and got off the plane as fast as flying.
The plane stopped directly at the widest place in the compound.
There were many people gathered in front of the house, and Mu Mu frowned in disgust.
When people saw Mu Mu coming back, they all moved out of the way, and the atmosphere was solemn and solemn.
Mu Mu took the key from the bag and opened the door as usual.
Ms. Jiang was sitting on the sofa with her head lying on the coffee table. There was dried blood on the corners of her mouth. There was a newspaper under her head, and a lot of blood stains were sprayed on the newspaper.
Covered up the news headlines about her.
"Mom, that's not true. The media made it up. The picture was synthesized. Look, he came back with me."
Mu Mu pointed at Lu Yifan who was following her, her tone calm, as if she was chatting with Jiang Fangming.
But the person lying down didn't move at all, as if he didn't want to chat with her.
She sat next to Jiang Fangming again and raised her hand to pat her shoulder. Seeing this, Yifan Lu hurriedly reached out to stop her.
Holding her cold little hand, he felt her body trembling, and his heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife.
Mu Mu did not insist or struggle, letting Lu Yifan hold her hand, her dark eyes still like a calm lake.
There wasn't even a trace of tears.
"Do you blame me for letting you go during the Lantern Festival? I know it's wrong. Isn't that okay?"
The lying man still had his eyes closed, his blackened lips were tightly closed, and the bones of his sallow face were protruding.
Mu Mu nodded and said softly: "Okay, I understand. You have been thinking about Lao Mu, so you want to accompany him. Now, your unborn grandson has just gone.
Grandparents and grandson can be reunited underground, and I...have become an orphan."
Her words made the neighbors and aunties standing in the house couldn't help crying.
Even Lu Yifan's eyes were red. He bent down and hugged Mu Mu's head, feeling heartbroken and saying, "You still have me, you still have me."
If he knew it would be like this, he wouldn't care even if he never had children.
He knew that he had made a huge mistake that he might not be able to make up for.
Aunt Liu said that she didn't hear Jiang Fangming coughing all day yesterday and thought she was not at home. After all, she was worried this morning. She climbed onto the balcony of her house and found Jiang Fangming lying on the coffee table, letting her knock on it as she pleased.
No response from knocking on the door or window.
This means that Jiang Fangming has been gone for a day and a night.
"She passed away so quietly. It's a pity that there wasn't even a single person around her to die." Aunt Liu sighed at the end.
My eyes were also red and swollen from crying.
Neighbors followed her words and wiped away tears.
From the funeral hall decoration, to the cremation of Jiang Fangming's body, to the burial, the entire process was handled by Yifan Lu.
