No matter how fierce I will cry for you

People really have souls. Otherwise, how could Qiao Xinghai follow Shen Enya immediately after leaving without even a second's hesitation.

Meng Xingcun gave Mr. Shen a look and made everything clear.

Mr. Shen still looked calm and composed. Only the corners of his lips trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, and he no longer had any unusual expression.

"Brother, what do you mean? Why don't you say anything!" Shen Yanli was still waiting to buy medicine and boil it. He didn't believe that such a powerful person as Meng Xingcun would be helpless.

After being tapped on the shoulder, Shen Yanli remained motionless until Meng Xingcun's slightly hoarse voice said: "Go and arrange the funeral arrangements."

"A happy event has turned into a tragic event..." Shen Yanli muttered coldly, and he was dumbfounded. He turned around and walked a few steps when his vision went dark and he fell straight to the floor.

This fall was so hard that even the guard next to him didn't remember to catch him. Fortunately, the floor was covered with thick carpet, so he didn't get hurt anywhere. He just fainted due to excessive emotion.

"Useless thing." Mr. Shen cursed, but his confidence was obviously not as good as before, and even the ending sound was weak and pale.

Shen Yanli is useless. For so many years, apart from his research, there is nothing in the Shen family that can help Mr. Shen, not even Shen Enya.

In the current situation, Mr. Shen doesn't feel any better than Shen Yanli, but he still has the overall situation to preside over and a small child to take care of, so he can't fall down.

Shen Yanli was dragged back to the room by the guards, but it was Meng Xingcun who looked more like Mr. Shen. Even though he was in terrible pain, he still refused to show it on his face.

"Xiaoya and Xinghai are both young and not suitable for big things." Mr. Shen spoke first.

Meng Xingcun also meant the same thing: "Xiaoya has always liked purity, and Mr. Qiao is not a person who seeks fame. It would be enough for the family to hold a simple farewell ceremony, but..."

"Just what?" Mr. Shen asked, his voice already a little weak.

Meng Xingcun pondered for a few seconds before adding: "It's just a matter of where to choose the cemetery, whether it is in the Shen family or the Qiao family."

Mr. Shen understood what Meng Xingcun meant. People pay attention to returning fallen leaves to their roots. Qiao Xinghai was not a wife, so he naturally wanted to be buried in the ancestral grave of the Qiao family.

"No one has notified Xiaoyu yet. Ah Cun, I'm tired. You can take care of the rest." Mr. Shen said, waved his hand, then staggered towards the sofa and sat down. He sat on the sofa in Shen Enya's room and looked at her daughter on the bed with dim eyes.

Many years ago, he also looked at Shen Enya's mother like this. She didn't leave peacefully. She was covered in scars, as if she had been bitten by wolves. The indescribable feeling in his heart was like relief. , but it was filled with boundless pain, as if life ended at that moment.

Mr. Shen thought that this kind of pain should end in Qiao Mengyu's generation, and stop tormenting his Shen family like a curse.

He often wonders if he had not been dazzled by beauty back then, whether he would not have suffered a lifetime of pain. But thinking about it carefully, if he was given another chance, he would still choose her or have a child with her. Child, because without her, life would be boring.Mr. Shen no longer has the energy to take care of Shen Enya and Qiao Xinghai's funeral affairs. All matters can only be handled by Meng Xingcun. Originally, he was the adopted son of the Shen family. It was natural for him to speak and give orders as the head of the Shen family. Everyone below him did not listen. Meng Xingcun.

Sometimes, Mr. Shen wonders whether Meng Xingcun should be allowed to take over the Shen family. After testing it several times, Meng Xingcun only said that he could help Shen Yanli, but he would never take over the Shen family.

Mr. Shen didn't have the energy to think about these things anymore. He just looked at the person on the bed calmly. It wasn't until footsteps sounded and Qiao Mengyu stood at the door refusing to come in that he withdrew his gaze and looked in the direction of Miss Qiao Er.

Miss Qiao Er's face was pale, and her eyes were wide open. Her originally beautiful fox eyes seemed to have lost focus, and she could only stare steadily in the direction of the big bed, motionless.

Mr. Shen knew very well that she did not dare to come in and did not dare to believe the facts. He was really afraid that his child would not be able to bear the successive blows. Perhaps, if he had not made a big wedding, their family of three could have lived a happy life...

But he was just afraid, afraid of repeating the same mistakes, afraid that the cycle of bad luck would always repeat, but now it seems that he was wrong, really wrong...

"Xiaoyu, go over and see your parents." Meng Xingcun stood next to Miss Qiao Er and patted her shoulder gently.

Meng Xingcun had watched Miss Qiao Er grow up, and she was Shen Enya's daughter, so his feelings for her were naturally unusual.

But Miss Qiao Er shook her head, turned around and ran away again, running outside without looking back, stumbling and falling several times. She didn't stop until she ran out of the castle, breathing heavily.

It's impossible, her parents can't die, it's impossible to leave her like this, no, even if Xiaoya is not in good health, Lao Qiao has already recovered, how could he leave her.

It must be Mr. Shen who is playing some trick again, it must be like this.

The winter in Europe is not warm either. Miss Qiao Er only wore thin home clothes and fell to the ground, staring blankly at the ground supported by her palms.

It was gray and cold, but her nerves seemed to be numb. She couldn't feel the cold outside at all, nor could she feel the temperature of the ground. It was as if everything was gone all of a sudden.

I don’t know if even God sympathizes with her. I don’t know when it started to snow. It was just scattered light snow at first. It didn’t take long for it to turn into a heavy snow, which seemed to swallow up half of someone. .

"People have souls, and the soul is immortal. The body is just a temporary residence. The person dies, but the soul is still there." Meng Xingcun squatted next to Miss Qiao Er, without words of comfort, just telling her the facts.

The person who was already despairing seemed to be ignited by these words. Miss Qiao Er stiffly turned her head to look at Meng Xingcun, and her originally unfocused eyes seemed to regain a little brightness.

"Doctor Meng, do you know where my parents are now?" Miss Qiao Er looked like a drowning person, grabbing the last piece of driftwood.

"Right next to you." Meng Xingcun said calmly, and paused to explain, "Three days after death, a person will stay with his relatives. Your parents love you so much, and they must be by your side, so, Xiaoyu , don’t let them leave without peace of mind, okay?”