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Chapter 1197 Holding the hand of the son, bringing the old with the son (19)

"I'll pick you up with Xiao Fei." Mu Tianye opened the car door, helped Ning Zhiqiu to the back seat, leaned his back on the back of the seat, helped him fasten his seat belt, and then closed the car door.

Ning Xiaofei carefully told the assistant to take good care of him. The two stood on the side of the road and watched the car go away. Ning Xiaofei turned her gaze away, and her eyes fell on Mu Tianye's face. She just frowned worriedly, "Drinking so much wine, your stomach Are you okay?"

Mu Tianye raised his hand to caress her small face, "It's okay, I'm happy today!"

"Don't go to the company if you have nothing to do in the afternoon, just rest at home!"

"it is good."

The two returned to the building together, and Ning Xiaofei proposed to celebrate his birthday.

"30 years old is a big day, I would like to invite everyone to come and have a good gathering together."

Mu Tianye has never been a lively person, but this time, he readily agreed, "I'll let Zhou Tao arrange it."

"No need!" Ning Xiaofei immediately refused, "This time, I will arrange it myself."

Looking sideways, staring at her small face for a moment, Mu Tianye chuckled, "Okay, then I'll just wait to be my birthday boy!"

Ning Xiaofei smiled and nodded, "That's right!"

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Suburbs, cemeteries.

In the early morning, there was a light rain, the green grass and leaves were moistened by the rain, and the green became more and more crystal clear, and the newly dug out soil was also dyed dark brown by the rain.

The convoy drove into the parking lot of the cemetery, and the hearse decorated with white silk flowers was parked at the entrance, and immediately a staff member trotted over and opened the door.

The feet on the black leather shoes stretched out from the car and stepped on the wet slate floor, Xu Yang in the car behind ran over holding an umbrella, and raised the umbrella to the top of Xicheng who got out of the car.

"Need not!"

The man whispered, but the short words couldn't hide the hoarseness and dullness of his voice.

Xu Yang was stunned, took back the umbrella covering his head, put it away, handed it to the staff at the side, and slowly followed to Xi Cheng's side.

The rain fell thinly, falling on the man's short black hair, on the man's black suit, on the white camellia in the pocket of the suit, and on the black urn he held in his hand...

Thin raindrops, condensed but not scattered, seem to be the tears of relatives, reluctant to slide down and leave.

The funeral was not grand, and it could even be said to be very low-key. Except for Gu Wenhou, who had red eyes, only a few relatives and friends of the Gu family were present.

This is Xicheng's consciousness, he doesn't want to make things too big, lest those reporters will come to disturb his sister's departure.

A group of people filed up the mountain, each of them kept their due silence.

Walking to the cemetery that had already been prepared on the mountain, Xicheng walked forward, knelt on the ground with one knee, gently put the urn in his arms into the soil, raised his hand to take the flowers in his pocket and put them on the lid.

"Sister, don't worry, I will visit you often!"

The always gentle voice, the rare hoarse voice, each one was squeezed out of his throat with difficulty, the handsome face of the man was also extremely pale, it could be seen that he hadn't eaten and slept well these days, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes .

Not far away, Gu Wenhou, the father of Gu, could not control his tears. He wiped his eyes with a handkerchief. It took only a few days.

Everyone stepped forward one after another and put the flowers in their hands into the grave.

Xi Cheng knelt by the grave and did not leave. After everyone said goodbye to her, he stretched out his palm and carefully sprinkled the dirt on his sister's urn.

(End of this chapter)