"Hello." She was always polite and generous when facing strangers. "I am Lin Xuyue's classmate. Can I go to express my condolences?" After saying that, she handed over the gift money.
Those people were stunned.
One of them, a slightly haggard but handsome middle-aged man who looked somewhat similar to Lin Xuyue, hesitated for a moment, then gave the gift and said politely, "Xuyue's classmate, of course."
Then he took her to the mourning hall.
The door was open with double doors. The middle-aged man did not go in. He just said gently, "Xu Yue is guarding inside. If you want, you can stay for dinner."
"Okay, thank you, uncle." After watching him leave, Jiang Ningyu tidied up her clothes a little. Fortunately, she wore a pair of wide-leg pants because she was going on a long trip today, and her top was also a light yellow plain flower, which was fresh and elegant.
It's convenient at this time.
She glanced left and right, but when she didn't see Lu Li, she calmed down and stepped in.
The mourning hall was decorated with a solemn coffin, a portrait, an incense burner, elegiac couplets and flowers that I had only seen on TV. There was an ever-burning lamp on the long table.
But there is something strange. The colors of the mourning hall are half bright and half heavy, not like mourning but not like mourning. It seems that there are two groups of people with completely different ideas.
Lin Xuyue did not wear mourning clothes like her relatives, but wore ordinary casual clothes. She sat on the chair next to the coffin, put one hand on the table against her temple and closed her eyes, looking slightly tired.
As I got closer, I realized that the dark circles under the eyes were hidden by the long eyelashes. The fragility and loneliness were hidden deep in the seemingly tough body, which was inexplicably heartbreaking.
Jiang Ningyu first bowed to the coffin, then walked quietly behind the man and stretched out her hands toward his shoulders.
The moment he came into contact with him, the man sat forward a little straighter, and his clear and sweet voice was slightly unhappy, "Mom, I told you not to bother me."
Leave me alone? I seem to have never heard him say that. I guess he only does this to his own mother.
Jiang Ningyu smiled inexplicably, put her hand on her again, and then pressed it gently.
"Aren't you tired after sitting for so long?"
The moment she spoke, Jiang Ningyu clearly felt that his body stiffened and stopped moving. She also forgot to resist.
It seemed to scare him.
Thinking that he would not make a big noise in the mourning hall, Jiang Ningyu gently pressed his shoulders.
This behavior is slightly intimate and should not be done by someone who has repeatedly decided not to bother him again.
But Jiang Ningyu just couldn't help it. When she saw him, she couldn't help the turbulence and coldness under the calm surface, especially when he was fragile and sad. Of course, she was prepared to be contradicted and pushed away.
But Lin Xuyue just rubbed her face with both hands, as if to wake herself up, and then looked back at her.
His eyes were a little blurred, and he was slightly stunned, but there was no surprise, as if he couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams.
It was a look in Jiang Ningyu's eyes that was rarely seen.
"Lin Xuyue?" She couldn't help but stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes.
But he was pulled gently. Then in her slightly startled eyes, he held her hand with one hand and pressed her temple with the other, showing a troubled expression, "I'm tired, can you go away?"
Jiang Ningyu spoke softly and rationally, "If you hold me, I can't leave."
"Nonsense, you can pull away even if I pull you." Lin Xuyue still didn't let go, she once again pressed her temples and closed her eyes, as if she didn't want to pay attention to her.
Jiang Ningyu felt that he was a little delirious, so she pulled the chair next to him and sat down next to him. The hand held by him tightened silently, and she held him back silently.
At that moment, she seemed to see Lin Xuyue's eyelashes trembling. Then she tilted her head and fell asleep on the table.
When Lu Li came in, the first thing he saw was the hands held by the two of them. Lin Xuyue's body was lying on the left side, but her right hand was tightly holding the other side, which gave a split and funny look.
Jiang Ningyu was leaning on the back of the chair in silence. She looked over when she heard the movement and saw it was him. An unnatural look appeared on her face. She tried to move her hand, but it didn't twitch, so she gave up.
Lu Li didn't have a special expression. He lowered his voice and said to her, "Xu Yue's father asked me to come and ask you to eat."
"……ha?"
Jiang Ningyu showed a messy expression.
Could that middle-aged man be Lin Xuyue's father?
She subconsciously recalled her previous performance. It should be quite decent, right?
"Then what should he do?" Jiang Ningyu looked at the person next to her.
Lu Li showed what to do with his actions. He walked over and slapped the person awake, "Hey, get up and eat."
Jiang Ningyu was shocked by him and was speechless for a moment.
Lin Xuyue was Qianmian. When she heard his voice, she subconsciously said, "I'm not hungry..." Then she suddenly felt something and shook her hand away.
He turned his head suddenly, his eyes full of surprise and shock. But Jiang Ningyu gently held her hands that were thrown away, stood up and moved away.
"You haven't eaten much in two days and you're not hungry yet. Hurry up. Your aunt will come over and replace you later."
Lu Li's voice interrupted the delicate atmosphere.
Just as Jiang Ningyu was about to speak, she was interrupted by Lin Xuyue's sudden voice, "Okay, let's go."
Lu Li was not surprised and winked at her, as if to say: Look, he will eat when you come.
"Otherwise, I won't eat." On the way to the dining room, Jiang Ningyu whispered to Lu Li, "I came too abruptly. If Lin Xuyue is unhappy..."
"I heard that you came here and gave me silk gold? Their family doesn't give it, but they don't have the nerve to refuse you, so you have to eat this meal." Lu Li said.
She was speechless.
The four elders who had met in the afternoon were sitting in the dining hall, with some food on the round table. The atmosphere was a bit silent. It wasn't until Lin Xuyue walked in that it became a little more lively.
"Here we come." A beautiful woman with a gentle temperament spoke first. She noticed the woman following him and said friendly, "Come on, girl, sit next to me."
Jiang Ningyu didn't care about Lin Xuyue's expression. After the elder had spoken, she walked over without hesitation, "Okay, I'll sit here." Lu Li consciously sat on another empty seat, and he and Jiang Ningyu
The middle position was given to Lin Xuyue.
Lin Xuyue had no special reaction until a bowl of porridge was pushed in front of him. He took a sip, but suddenly reacted violently and turned around, bowing his head and retching.
Jiang Ningyu was startled and quickly came over to pat his back, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"I haven't eaten well for two days. It's a normal physiological nausea." The slow explanation came from the beautiful woman just now, "You don't need to worry about him, he will be fine in a while."
Except for Lu Li, the other three elders all had calm faces. Jiang Ningyu realized that she had overreacted. Seeing that he turned around properly, she coughed lightly, "Oh, I didn't meet him."