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Chapter 907 Funeral (1)

"What are you three brothers doing?" Gu Hai was stunned for a moment, seeing the three of them kneeling beside the bed, mist gushed out of their eyes, and his voice choked up.

"stand up."

"dad."

As the saying goes, a man never sheds tears lightly, when he met his father's gaze, Gu Che couldn't help crying, there were so many things he wanted to say to him, but he didn't know where to start.

On the side, Gu Ying and Gu Zhao were in the same mood as him at the moment, with mixed feelings.

Gu Qingning saw Qi Xuan's mother and son not far away from the corner of her eye, and broke the silence quietly, "Dad, elder brother is married and has a child, and you are already a grandfather."

With a bang, Gu Hai felt a firework explode in his mind, making him dizzy.

Is he a grandfather?
"A Ying, are you married too?" His voice couldn't contain the excitement.

Facing his questioning gaze, Gu Ying said "Hum", suppressed the grief in her eyes, turned her head to look at Qi Xuan, "Xuan Xuan, come here."

Qi Xuan walked over with Hengheng in her arms, and was woken up in the middle of the night, but Hengheng was unexpectedly energetic, as if infected by the adults' sad feelings, Hengheng had no expression on her small face, and quietly nestled in Qi Xuan's arms .

Gu Hai followed Gu Ying's line of sight, and suddenly met the little guy's black and clear eyes, and his heart softened instantly.

Ah Ying's children are all this big.

It seems that he really missed too much.

There was a bit of regret in Gu Hai's eyes, he looked at Heng Heng, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "A Ying, he looks very similar to you when you were young."

Gu Ying suppressed the grief in his eyes, stood up, pulled Qi Xuan over, and said in a calm voice, "Dad, this is your daughter-in-law, her name is Qi Xuan, and this is our son, Gu Heng."

Ever since they finished their wedding, Heng Heng also changed her surname to his.

Qi Xuan looked at the weak person on the bed, a trace of sadness seemed to flash in her eyes, "Dad."

Gu Hai looked at Qi Xuan, smiled with satisfaction, and his eyes fell on the little guy in her arms.

"Can I hug him?"

"Of course." Qi Xuan nodded, leaned over and put Heng Heng down, and said softly, "Heng Heng, go and hug Grandpa."

Hang Heng stood beside the bed, leaning forward with her limp little body, stretching out her small arms to wrap around Gu Hai's neck, not acknowledging strangers at all.

Gu Ying brought him here once before, but at that time Gu Hai was still in a coma.

"grandfather."

The little guy had a very sweet mouth, and he yelled "Grandpa" one after another.

"Grandpa, my name is Hengheng. Grandpa, you need to get better soon. When you recover, can Hengheng take you to the amusement park?"

Gu Hai smiled, raised his hand and rubbed his little head, looking at him with loving eyes, "Hengheng, Grandpa hasn't even prepared a gift for you yet."

Hengheng shook his head and grinned, "It's okay, Hengheng has prepared a gift for Grandpa."

As he spoke, his chubby little hands fumbled in his pockets, and finally took out a neatly folded drawing paper.

Immediately afterwards, he unfolded the drawing paper, and it was a crayon drawing on which a person was sleeping.

Before everyone could guess who he was drawing, Heng Heng couldn't wait to explain, "The last time Daddy brought me and Mommy to visit Grandpa, Grandpa was still sleeping, so Heng Heng drew it."

He handed the painting to Gu Hai as if offering a treasure, and asked childishly, "Grandpa, do you think Heng Heng's paintings look good?"

Gu Hai glanced at the painting, then at Heng Heng, and touched his innocent eyes, he smiled gratifiedly, "It's beautiful, Heng Heng's painting is even more beautiful than your father's when he was a child, ahem..."

After talking too much for a while, he couldn't hold it anymore, and started coughing again.

Cough after cough echoed in the room, making people feel distressed.

Gu Haihai said while coughing, his voice was weaker than before, "I can see you four brothers and sisters again...cough cough...I have no regrets."

"Dad, don't say stupid things." Gu Zhao gritted his teeth, holding back his tears, "You will be fine."

"Why are you crying, I'm going to accompany your mommy, she's been waiting for me for so many years, she's so lonely." Gu Hai pulled the corner of his mouth, his expression calm and peaceful.

"When I'm gone, bury me with your mommy."

The three of Brother Gu Ying lowered their heads, clenched their fists with the hands hanging by their sides, and their slightly trembling shoulders betrayed the grief in their hearts.

But Gu Qingning was embraced by Fu Juncheng, buried her whole face in his chest, and couldn't see the expression on her face.

Gu Hai tilted his head, looked towards Fu Juncheng, his hoarse voice became weaker and weaker, "Don't forget...don't forget what you said, please, please treat my little padded jacket well."

Fu Jun admitted the truth and nodded, Gu Hai pulled his lips into a smile, and slowly closed his eyes.

At that moment, he saw his Qianqian coming to pick him up.

"Drip-drip-"

The ear-piercing sound of the nearby instrument pulled the nerves of everyone present, and the whole room seemed to be covered with a layer of gray.

"dad."

Two lines of tears fell uncontrollably, Gu Zhao grabbed Gu Hai's hand, his voice was filled with grief.

He just woke up, how could he leave them behind.

Hengheng is small but very smart. Having attended the funeral of Mrs. Qi, the little guy already has a vague understanding of death.

He stepped forward, took the initiative to hold Gu Ying's hand, and said softly, "Daddy, grandpa will turn into a star and watch us in the sky."

Gu Ying said nothing, and squeezed his hand tightly.

Fu Juncheng looked down at the person in his arms, rubbed her back with his big hands, and whispered in her ear, "I'm here."

Outside, old man Yin heaved a long sigh when he heard Gu Zhao's suppressed crying.

Gu Hai's sudden death made this night long and painful.

Sitting in the room for several hours, it wasn't until dawn that Gu Ying, brother and sister began to deal with Gu Hai's funeral.

The funeral was simple, with only a few friends and relatives invited.

The atmosphere is solemn and heavy.

After burning the incense, Mr. Wen looked at the black and white photo and sighed in his heart.

Fate is so tricky.

"Our Qianqian saw the right person." Mrs. Wen stood beside him and sighed in a low voice, "Don't you think so?"

This time, Mr. Wen no longer spoke harshly as before, and nodded with a gentle expression, "Well, she didn't see the wrong person, nor did she marry the wrong person."

It's because he's old, it's because he's blind.

Mr. Wen and his wife looked at each other, with a flash of relief in their eyes.

There were other people waiting behind, and Mr. Wen walked aside with his family.

For two whole days and one night, Gu Ying and the others hardly had a rest, spinning continuously like a spinning top. According to Gu Hai's last wish, they cremated him and buried him with their mother.

After all this was done, Gu Ying and his group looked at the tombstone with depressed eyes, still immersed in the grief of losing their loved ones.

After a long time, Gu Ying said hoarsely, "Go back."

(End of this chapter)