No matter how fierce I will cry for you

The funerals of Shen Enya and Qiao Xinghai were held very simply and without any fanfare. Even outsiders did not know that they had passed away.

According to Miss Qiao Er's wishes, her parents were buried in Beijing, the place with the best memories of their lives.

Mr. Shen did not follow, and Shen Yanli was still in a coma. The only one who came to help Miss Qiao handle the funeral was Meng Xingcun.

The flight escorting the body had just landed and Miss Qiao Er walked out of the cabin door and saw a familiar man in a black suit standing not far from the mysterious staircase, his hands clasped on his lower abdomen, looking at her intently.

She hadn't seen Mr. Shao for just a few days, but it seemed as if a century had passed. He was standing there, still as she remembered him, but he couldn't move forward and didn't dare to get close.

She missed him so much and wanted to run over and hug him tightly.

She was so scared, afraid that she would hurt Shao Rongqian like Xiaoya killed Lao Qiao.

However, Miss Qiao Er didn't know that Lao Qiao was willing to die. He had been with his daughter for many years, and now he just wanted to be with his wife.

"Let's go." Meng Xingcun sighed and reminded Miss Qiao Er.

Only then did Miss Qiao Er look away. She held the handrail of the mysterious staircase with one hand and walked down slowly. She was so dizzy that she was afraid she might fall down if she was not careful.

Mr. Shao seemed to have read through her thoughts. He took a few steps up the mysterious staircase and was at her side in the blink of an eye.

Mr. Shao didn't say anything, he just pulled the little person over and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to give her all his strength.

Miss Qiao Er pushed him, and her voice was so hoarse that she could no longer hear her original voice: "How did you know I was coming back?"

"Why didn't you know to contact me when such a big thing happened?" Mr. Shao asked rhetorically without answering.

During this meeting, he always felt that something had changed about the child. Thinking about it, it might be because of the incident between Qiao Xinghai and Shen Enya.

Mr. Shao didn't think much, he just held her in his arms again and gently patted her back to comfort her.

Miss Qiao Er pushed him away again, her expression not as sad as he imagined, but indifferent, like an inhumane stranger.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Shao then realized that Miss Qiao Er seemed to have something on her mind, and even he wanted to shut her out.

This was not simply because the deaths of Xiaoya and Lao Qiao were a blow to her. Suddenly, Mr. Shao felt an uncertain sense of loss in his heart, as if everything had changed.

"I still want to support the soul, and I will contact you after everything is over." Miss Qiao Er's attitude was a little cold.

Mr. Shao frowned, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually increased, but at this time, it was obviously not suitable to 'get to the bottom of things'.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Mr. Shao let go of Miss Qiao Er without any further entanglement, and turned around to walk down the mysterious staircase.

In an instant, the black figure turned around, and this moment was completely fixed in Miss Qiao Er's heart. She knew that this moment was the beginning of the end.

She had thought a lot about the funeral affairs of Lao Qiao and Xiaoya in the past two days, and understood Mr. Shen's intentions. Only those who have experienced that kind of pain will deeply understand what kind of despair it is.

Mr. Shao's figure walked further and further away, his vision seemed to be blurred, and his back could not be clearly seen. It was just a dark mass, like a memory in a corner that was no longer clear.

The Qiao family has lived in Beijing for generations and has its own cemetery. Xiaoya and Lao Qiao are buried in the Qiao family cemetery.

Although there was no grand farewell party, many people came to see Lao Qiao off, especially the old lady from the Fu family, who shouted Qiao Xinghai's name with tears in her eyes.At this moment, Miss Qiao Er realized that Lao Qiao, who had always been unsociable, turned out to have so many sincere friends.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and only Meng Xingcun was left beside Miss Qiao Er. At some point, the sky became overcast with clouds, and snowflakes started to fall.

It has been snowing recently, whether in Europe or Beijing, it seems that the whole world is sad for her.

"Go back." Meng Xingcun sighed, but his eyes remained glued to the photo.

People do have souls, but this life and the next are like two independent stories. No one is involved with the other. When the fate is over, it is really over. Shen Enya in the next life is not his love. Get that person.

The only thing is that she can only live in his heart, in this life.

"Doctor Meng, do you think I will be like my mother?" Miss Qiao Er seemed to have grown up overnight, her tone was heavy.

Meng Xingcun is also not sure: "I can't tell. It may or may not be there. Even if it is, it may not be released."

Miss Qiao Er understood that she might get sick tomorrow, but she could stay healthy for the rest of her life. She could take a gamble.

She is not afraid of gambling, but what about Shao Rongqian?

The snow fell heavier and heavier, turning her hair white. It was not until a black long-handled umbrella was raised above her head that Miss Qiao Er turned around belatedly and saw Mr. Shao wearing a black woolen windbreaker, with a long body and jade shape. Standing straight behind her.

"Go back." Mr. Shao had been standing not far away for a long time. He was really worried about her, so he couldn't help but come over.

Miss Qiao Er did not refuse, turned around and followed Mr. Shao out of the cemetery.

It was already February in Yangchun, and the snow scene was rare. A cast-iron teapot was boiling on the stove, and the tea soup was churning inside.

Mr. Shao sat opposite Miss Qiao Er, lifted the boiling teapot, and poured the dim yellow tea soup into the white porcelain teacup. His movements were still calm and unhurried, and there was no unnecessary emotion.

"I may have to go back to Europe." Miss Qiao Er spoke first.

Mr. Shao paused for a few seconds, then calmly put the cast iron teapot back on the charcoal stove. He seemed to have expected Miss Qiao Er's decision.

"When will you come back?" Mr. Shao asked, his voice hoarse.

Miss Qiao Er lowered her eyes and stared at the teacup handed over by Mr. Shao. She remained silent and did not speak because she had not thought about it yet and was reluctant to make a decision.

"Tell me, what happened?" Mr. Shao's tone was light, as if he had seen through everything.

New tea soup was added to the stove, the color became lighter, and it no longer stirred. The cigarette in Mr. Shao's hand had been softened by the pinch, but he was just playing with it without lighting it.

When Mr. Shao is irritable, he likes to use nicotine to relieve it, but in front of Miss Qiao Er, he rarely smokes. When he has to, he will hold it in his hand and play with it.

"It's okay." Miss Qiao Er said hard, but her voice was obviously abnormal, with a soft crying tone.

Miss Qiao Er looks very powerful and looks like she doesn't care about anyone, but in fact she is so weak that she bursts into tears at every turn.

Mr. Shao knew very well what kind of virtue she had, so he just pursed his lips slightly: "Can't you tell me?"