From the funeral hall decoration, to the cremation of Jiang Fangming's body, to the burial, the entire process was handled by Yifan Lu.
For a few days, Mu Mu did not shed tears or speak, but returned gifts to the guests, ate and slept like a normal person.
Zhao Qingqing stayed with Mu Mu, never leaving, and his eyes were swollen from crying.
After a few days, she also lost weight.
After Jiang Fangming was buried, Mu Mu followed everyone back. The moment she turned around, Zhao Qingqing suddenly grabbed her and said, "Mu, you cry, you are crying."
She cried and turned Mu Mula around, facing Jiang Fangming's tombstone, and forced her to look at Jiang Fangming's photo on the tombstone.
"This is Aunt Jiang, your mother. Do you remember? When she smiles at you, the way she cooks for you, and the way she looks at you at the door every Friday when you go home, do you think about it?
think,……"
At the end of the sentence, she was choked up and couldn't say a word, but Mu Mu glanced at her indifferently, turned around and left regardless of the crowd's eyes.
She returned home, entered her room, curled up and sat on the bed, her chin resting on her knees, as if waiting for something.
Lu Yifan also wanted to use some method to stimulate Mu Mu to cry.
"Are you venting your anger on me, or are you punishing yourself?" He knelt down next to Mu Mu, "Just cry, it will be fine."
How did she hold back? How did she do it.
Without showing any emotion or saying a word, I'm really afraid that she will do something stupid.
Mu Mu remained in this state for the next few days.
On this day, Zhao Qingqing pulled Yifan Lu outside and coldly discussed with him that he should bring Mu Mu back to G City and stay with her temporarily.
She actually didn't want to talk to Yifan Lu.
Although the old military doctor who came to attend the funeral announced to everyone that Aunt Jiang had actually reached the most advanced stage of lung cancer, Aunt Jiang died in such a miserable way. No one paid her last respects, and she did not have time to leave any last words to Mu Mu, and she was inseparable from Yifan Lu.
If he hadn't beaten Mu Mu, thrown Mu Luochen to death, and not protected Mu Mu enough, Aunt Jiang would not have left so fast.
For such a person, even if she picks the stars from the sky for Mu Mu, she will never be soft-hearted again.
Lu Yifan agreed with Zhao Qingqing's opinion.
Zhao Qingqing gave him a message when he entered the room, 'You should first learn how to love someone.'
He looked up at the blue sky, he loved her in his own way.
Zhao Qingqing told Mu Mu what she thought, and Mu Mu nodded in agreement.
She simply packed up her few clothes. Before leaving, she stood in front of the portraits of Lao Mu and Jiang Fangming and looked at them for a while. As always, she passed by the glass case where Lao Mu's medals were placed.
He bent his lips and gave a military salute to the honors in the window.
Lu Yifan picked up a few pieces of diary paper in the trash can in Mu Mu's room. He picked them up and counted them. There were about four or five chapters.
Each one is full of words written on it.
The handwriting is familiar.
November X, XX
After more than a year, the tyrant finally gave me the grace to stay with Ms. Jiang for a week, and even personally taught me how to shoot. This time I went back and this diary came out again. I flipped through it today, and all the records were about Brother Qin and me.
It turns out that I have been bullying him all this time, and I always thought that he looked down on me...
As time goes by, things and people have changed. I bury Brother Qin deep in my heart. Will there be many, many Brother Qin in my next life?
