With Gu Chen by her side, Liu Guixiu, who was no longer overly sad, cheered up and sighed: "Yes, good people don't live long, and harm will last for thousands of years... What's the compensation for such a good man like your dad dying young?"
It’s not because God is jealous.”
Although she was slowly getting over her sadness, she would still naturally mention Gu Dahuai from time to time. Although they had only been married for a few years, the relationship between them as a couple who had been together for most of their lives was really deeper.
It is not a vigorous love, but a long-lasting love, helping each other, relying on each other over time, and a family relationship that is far stronger than emotion that arises from being in the same boat.
They didn't agree to bow their heads together, but they knew that they would share the same acupoint after death.
Gu Chen paused slightly, sat upright with his leaning body, looked at Liu Guixiu with a rare seriousness in his eyes, and said slowly: "Aunt Liu, my adoptive father has passed away, and he is gone. No matter how sad you are, you still need it."
Just have a certain degree of control. Not only for me, but also for the sake of the child in your belly."
"Tomorrow is your adoptive father's funeral. If you can't control your emotions, I will consider letting you stay at home."
It can be said that Gu Dahuai died because of her. He knew the secret of her life experience and was killed by Fu Wanqiu's murderous thoughts. She already owed Gu Dahuai a life, and could no longer owe the life of his only child.
Call her ruthless, but if Liu Guixiu was too sad, she would definitely prevent her from attending her adoptive father's funeral.
Liu Guixiu was a little uneasy because of the seriousness on her face. With her eyes darkened, she lowered her head and smiled softly, saying: "Don't worry, my dear, I know the importance. I will live well and watch you all grow up."
Growing up, then starting a family and starting a business.”
Only those who have experienced hardships in life know how to grow in adversity; only those who have experienced hardships know how to be kind to others and to themselves.
A person's short life may be as brilliant as summer flowers, or as proud as green pine trees, or it may be dull and inactive, but this is also a life, and it is also a lifetime. Liu Guixiu knows that the suffering of her life has passed, and what is left is
Sweet.
He raised his hand and touched his belly gently. It was already sweet to have a child here, which could make him no longer lonely and give Gu Chen a home to go to.
The satisfied smile on her face made Gu Chen feel at ease. He looked at her approvingly and said, "It's good if you understand. I said that I will promise the child in your belly a lifetime of prosperity, and I will also promise that you will never give up again in this lifetime."
Running for a living.”
"We can't stay in Xuanzhou any longer. We've moved the shop and the house. Let's stay here for the time being. If you follow me to the city where I study, I'll feel more at ease if you stay with me until you give birth."
Gu Chen didn't mention it, but Liu Guixiu also knew that she might not be able to stay in Xuanzhou any longer.
He nodded, looking like he only listened to his daughter's arrangements, and said without any opinions: "Okay, you make the decision at home." My daughter has an idea. Dahuai always listened to her daughter during her lifetime, so she should obey her even more.
Gu Dahuai's funeral was held in a funeral parlor. There were not many people coming and going, and the few people who came were all well-known people. It didn't take long for the staff in the funeral parlor to be caught off guard.
Duan Ruisu, the Deputy Provincial Department Director, was the most well-known. His wife Ni Qianling, who was dressed in black and a long white dress with a black shawl, presented a wreath and then walked to the coffin and bowed deeply three times.
Yishuang Liu Guixiu was dressed in linen. Although her face was pale, at least she was in good spirits and returned the gift with red eyes.
Next came the Zheng family. Mr. Zheng was bedridden for a long time and could not take care of him, but he wrote an elegiac couplet himself and placed a wreath in his own name.
