Unique Zihan

Chapter 439

Qian Liuli sat in front of the bed all night, her posture didn't move, even her eyes didn't seem to change, she just stared at the little girl's face for the whole night.

Zi Han leaned against the edge of the door with his chest in his arms, standing still was also a night.

Seeing that it was dawn, she walked forward lightly, patted Qian Liuli on the shoulder, and said slowly: "Perhaps, it will be much better if you cry."

Qian Liuli's expression still didn't move, she sat there like a little girl on the bed, like a dead body.

Endless sorrow spread throughout his body, and it never dissipated for a long time.

Seeing this situation, Zi Han withdrew his hand, and when she was about to think about it, the sound of "Patah, Pata" came.

Glancing from the corner of her eyes, Qian Liuli's face was covered with tears at the moment, and the tears dripped down the ground along her delicate chin. She cried silently, but she was so sad.

Zihan sighed, it's good to cry, sometimes tears need to be vented.

If you hold it back, you will get sick.

Putting the handkerchief into Qian Liuli's hand, she stood there, silently watching the woman in front of her cry so fragile and desolately, compared to her, she seemed a little indifferent.

Qian Liuli's tears rushed out of her eyes like she was desperate for her life, and kept dripping on the ground. The ground was already soaked with her tears.
Just like that, Qian Liuli cried for a long time, and Zihan also stood and watched for a long time, until Zihan saw that the woman seemed to be crying endlessly, so he bent down and pulled the handkerchief that Qian Liuli had stuffed before , the slap was still on Qian Liuli's face, and he wiped her face a few times indiscriminately with his hands, and said in a cold voice: "Even if you cry to death, she will not come back to life. Her blood has stopped flowing for seven days , if you don't bury it at this time, the corpse will start to grow corpse spots in a while, don't you want the little girl you see last to look like that?"

Zihan's actions towards Qian Liuli can be said to be very rude, even with a bit of force, the handkerchief was still covering Qian Liuli's face, wet with her tears, Zihan withdrew his hand, and did not help her take off the handkerchief, just Then watch this somewhat funny scene.

Under the face covered by the handkerchief, Qian Liuli had a strange expression, she reached out and took off the handkerchief on her face, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the photo stone in Zi Han's hand.

At that moment, Qian Liuli, who was crying until the sky was dark, burst out laughing, with tears in her smile, her face was reddened by Zi Han's action before.

With this laugh, Qian Liuli's expression was a little strange, she reached out and snatched the photo stone from Zihan's hand, and put it in her bosom.

The content in the photo stone is the scene of Zi Han wiping her face with a handkerchief just now, and then sticking the handkerchief to her face.
That scene is really a bit too funny?

Anyway, Qian Liuli had never seen herself so glum. This scene was actually recorded, which made her laugh instantly.
"Since you laughed, let's bury the little girl with me. Are you going to hold her or me?" Zi Han glanced at Qian Liuli's expression, and said calmly.

"I'll do it." Qian Liuli sighed, then leaned over and hugged the little girl, and the two walked slowly to the grave of the little girl's parents.

Just when Zihan was about to punch a hole next to the little girl's parents' grave, Qian Liuli pressed Zihan's wrist, shook her head at her, and said, "I want to bury her with my own hands, so let me do it."

Zihan froze for a moment, then took the little girl's body, stood aside and silently watched Qian Liuli roll up his sleeves, digging the soil one by one, with a very serious expression.

She dug for a long time, after all, she is a mortal at this moment, the palms of her hands have been worn out with blood, her forehead is full of sweat, and her chest heaves greatly, Zi Han couldn't bear to see it, and said: "Why don't you take a break? "

Qian Liuli shook her head and continued digging.Zi Han didn't know what to say when he saw this. It turned out that this woman was also so stubborn.

Just like her.
Several hours later, Qian Liuli finally dug the grave, she threw down the shovel in her hand, her arms trembled, and wanted to take the little girl in Zihan's arms, but Zihan hid her.

She frowned and looked at Qian Liuli's palm, and said, "Take something to bandage it, the blood on your hand will stain my little girl." She had no other meaning in saying this, she just wanted to let Qian Liuli handle her hand, After all, her hands were bloody at the moment, and she felt pain just looking at them.

As for Qian Liuli, who still doesn't know the pain, seeing Zi Han talking, she lowered her head to look at her hands, her expression froze, she tore off a piece of fabric, simply wrapped it around her hands, and took the little girl.

Slowly, put the little girl into the grave pit, and then cover the little girl with soil shovel by shovel.
During the whole process, Zi Han didn't do anything, just watched from the side.

It's not that she is indifferent, it's just that Qian Liuli refuses to let her go.

The name of the tombstone was engraved by Qian Liuli stroke by stroke, and it said, the tomb of Qian Liuli's younger sister Qian Xiaoya.

After finishing everything, she knelt down in front of Xiaoya's grave, as if repeating the expression from last night.

Zihan knew that if it was her, she would not be able to get out for a while.

She glanced at Qian Liuli and left.

She went to town.

The biscuit shop opened a few days ago, and the uncle and aunt have already started business in it. According to Zihan's idea, the biscuit shop's business is very good at the moment, and the two couples are very busy. When they saw Zihan coming, they would After saying hello, they were making biscuits.

Zi Han stepped forward, handed the uncle a key, and said, "Uncle, this is the key to your house."

The uncle took the key, with a strange expression on his face, and asked, "What about Xiaoya, when I sent Xiaopang to school today, she didn't seem to be there."

"Her." Zi Han lowered his eyes, but said nothing and turned around and left.

The uncle and the aunt were left looking at each other, not knowing what happened, but they had a vague hunch in their hearts. Looking at Zihan's back, it felt like they were parting forever.
I wish they thought too much.

Zihan went to Qian Liuli's house and saw that she had not returned to the house yet, so he rolled up his sleeves and planned to cook a meal for the party.

It is well known that she can't cook, but she looked a little confused. She scooped up the vegetables in the pot, put them on the plate, and smelled them carefully. Although the smell was not fragrant, it was edible.
She cooked a total of four dishes, all of which were vegetables, except that the originally green vegetables now turned a little black and yellow.
Putting away those dishes, his figure flashed, and he came to Xiaoya's grave, took out the table and chairs, put the dishes on the table, patted Qian Liuli, and said: "It's time to eat, I made these dishes, It's never too late to kneel after eating."

Upon hearing this, Qian Liuli nodded slowly, raised her eyes to look at Zihan, stood up and sat at the table.

(End of this chapter)