I go north, you go south

But in the end, Nan Zishu chose to look away from Ling Bei first, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and for some reason seemed to imply a retreat.

"Let's talk about this matter later." Nan Zishu lowered his head, still not daring to look up at Ling Bei again.

"it is good."

Ling Bei's voice with a gentle smile came from the top of his head, without any dissatisfaction or displeasure: "There is no hurry at all, and the future will be long."

Not far away, crematorium workers holding black umbrellas were heading towards Ling Bei and Nan Zishu.

When Nan Zishu took the urn, his hands couldn't help shaking again.

She stared at the scaled-down photo on the urn, and could still clearly see Liu Ying's familiar friendly smile.So the tears that were finally subdued seemed to surge up again in an instant.

But in the next second, Nan Zishu's body was enveloped by that familiar aura again.

"Thank you for your condolences." After the two staff members in front of them gave them a simple and official nod, they turned and left silently.

And Nan Zishu just stood there staring at the urn in his hand in a daze, without making any reaction for a long time.

Behind him, Ling Bei has been paying attention to the silent Nan Zishu. Although he is still very worried about Nan Zishu's current state, he still doesn't disturb him.

But not long after, Nan Zishu smiled softly: "Mom, did you hear that just now? Ling Bei said he wanted to be my family.

"If that's the case, you should have an extra family member, right?"

Saying that, Nan Zishu slightly turned his head to look at Ling Bei beside him, but the smile on his face concealed very complex emotions: bitterness, sadness, loneliness, hope
Each one is enough to make Ling Bei feel his heart tighten.

But before Ling Bei could figure out what to say, Nan Zishu turned around and sighed softly, as if deliberately trying to hide his expression from him: "Let's go, take mom home first."

The two walked back along the same path, without speaking for a while.

Until an unexpected sound of vibration broke the silence rather abruptly.

"Who will call at this time?" Nan Zishu frowned subconsciously.

She wanted to take out the vibrating mobile phone in the canvas bag, but she couldn't do it because she still held Liu Ying's urn in her hand.

"Give it to me first." Ling Bei took the initiative to take the box with kindness, with a calm expression without any taboo.

It's like treating your own relatives.

Nan Zishu froze for a moment, then showed a grateful smile to Ling Bei, and took out the vibrating mobile phone from his bag.

When Nan Zishu saw the phone notes jumping on the screen, her brows that had just been relaxed instantly frowned even tighter.She deliberately took two steps forward, and then answered the phone with a serious expression.

"Hello, cousin."

Although Nan Zishu's deliberately low tone was polite, it seemed alienated from her personality: "I haven't contacted you for a long time. You called suddenly. What's the matter?"

When Nan Zishu returned to Ling Bei's side, his face seemed to be even more gloomy.

"Shu Shu." Ling Bei couldn't help asking worriedly: "Who is calling? I feel that your complexion is not very good."

However, Nan Zishu only slightly raised the corners of his lips reluctantly, and took the urn in Ling Bei's hand again: "It's fine. Let's go."