Reborn peasant spicy daughter-in-law

Chapter 1205 Extra Story: Commemorative Chapter 13
Seeing this, everyone outside the door looked at each other in blank dismay. After waiting for a while, there was still no movement. Song Jiande waved his hand and asked everyone to leave first. Lei Ting hugged Song Huizhen and comforted him for a while, and called someone to prepare for the funeral.

After going downstairs, Song Nian was still crying. Seeing her like this, Song Huizhen couldn't stop crying, so she hugged her granddaughter and cried together, "Wanyu, you just left, What should we do, what should Nian Nian do..."

"Ah woo woo..." Xiao Chongyi sat beside him crying like a child, and Bai Xiaoxiao took out a handkerchief and wiped his face in pain.

Seeing them all crying, Song Jiande turned around and walked to the window, trying to calm himself down, but still couldn't help crying. This is his most beloved granddaughter, and she just left... It's all his fault. good.

"Mom, does it mean that I won't be able to see my godmother again?" This is the first time Ji Yiming has faced death directly. He felt unspeakable fear in his heart, his fingers were cold, and the person who died was his beloved godmother. mom.

Although Wanyu has lived longer than her previous life, Qin Sang still feels that it is too cruel. Her life seems to be just beginning, and happiness has just come, why stop there?Is it true that good people don't live long, and evil people last for thousands of years?
"She just went to a place where she won't get sick. Although you can't see her, but..." Qin Sang didn't want to deceive herself like this, and she wasn't in the mood to say those high-sounding words. She held Ji Yiming's hand, then lowered her head and wiped her tears, It is impossible to imagine that Wanyu has passed away, "I'm sorry, son."

Your godmother will never come back.

Ji Yiming didn't ask any more questions, and sat beside him silently, his thin lips were pursed into a line, but his mouth was bitter.

At this moment, Qin Sang noticed that Lei Ting who was sitting across from him suddenly stood up and looked upstairs.

Seeing him get up, everyone also looked at Lei Ting, with hesitation in their eyes, Song Huizhen said, "What are you looking at?"

"Xiaohao won't commit suicide, right?" Lei Ting thought of his appearance just now, and couldn't help but think about it, if Mo Zhanhao couldn't think about it for a while, wouldn't it make things worse.

"No way." Hearing this, Song Huizhen forgot to cry. Her granddaughter had lost her mother and could no longer be without her father. She quickly got up and walked towards the stairs, "Hurry up and have a look."

Lei Ting responded, and decided to go upstairs to have a look. When he came upstairs, he knocked on the door twice, "Xiaohao, can we go in?"

Hearing that there was no movement inside, when he was about to continue knocking, he suddenly heard the sound of a violin, and his hands could not help but pause, looking at Song Huizhen behind him, why is there a sound of a violin inside?

Facing his questioning gaze, Song Huizhen said, "It's Xiaohao, he often plays the piano for Wanyu to listen to."

During this period of time, they often heard music coming from Song Wanyu's room. At first they thought it was a recording, but later found out that it was Mo Zhanhao playing. Lei Ting was rarely at home, so it's no wonder they didn't know about it.

Unexpectedly, Mo Zhanhao would do this for Wanyu, Lei Ting listened to "Auld Lang Syne" in it, stood at the door with Song Huizhen in his arms, and started to cry.

Such a sad song, like a voice in my heart that keeps crying, the people in it played it over and over again, and it seems that they don’t feel tired at all. From day to night, the orderly has prepared all the meals, Mo Zhanhao The door was still not opened, and everyone had no appetite to eat at all.

"Qin Sang, let's stay here at night." Xiao Chongyi's eyes were swollen like walnuts, it seemed that there were still tears in them, but he didn't forget to help entertain other people.

"I can go back to where I lived before." With so many people today, she worried that there would not be enough rooms.

"Qin Sang, you must be tired after coming here today, so stay at our house." Song Huizhen said, other people have their own residences here, and the guest rooms are cleaned every day, so it's not a problem for multiple people to live here.

That being the case, Qin Sang had no choice but to agree that her original house had not been lived in for a long time, and she had to clean it up when she went there.

After everyone had a simple meal, the sound of the piano in the room finally stopped, and everyone looked upstairs worriedly... Doesn't Mo Zhanhao plan to come down?

Aunt Gui went up to call just now, but it was still Mo Zhanhao's piano sound that answered her. The other party seemed to be in two different worlds from them. Now when the piano sound stopped, everyone thought he was going to come out , the result is still nothing.

Lei Ting frowned, the funeral home's car had been waiting outside for a long time, what else did Mo Zhanhao plan to do?
He climbed upstairs again, knocked on the other party's door, and said in a commanding tone, "Xiaohao, open the door." After finishing speaking, there was still no movement inside, Lei Ting patted the door directly with his palm, "Mo Zhanhao, I let you open the door."

"Thunder..." Song Huizhen frowned, and turned off the phone in her hand, "He seems to have turned off the phone."

Song Nianxue, who was following beside him, patted on the door and called out childishly, "Dad, Dad..."

At this time, the closed door was suddenly opened, and Mo Zhanhao's slumped face appeared behind the door. He looked at the people in front of him dully, and his words were full of exhaustion, "Dad, why don't you read Nian Nian's name?" Take it away, don't let her disturb Wanyu to sleep."

"Xiaohao, what are you talking about?" Seeing his strange behavior, Song Huizhen put her hands tremblingly on her chest, "Hurry up and send Wanyu to..."

Before the words "funeral parlor" came out, Mo Zhanhao said, "It's too late, I'll be with her, I still have something to say with her."

"Xiaohao, let us go in first." Lei Ting really wanted to go in and see what's going on inside, but Mo Zhanhao stood in his way, so he had no choice but to ask the other party's opinion first.

"Wanyu is sleeping, you should be gentle when you come in."

Mo Zhanhao got out of the way and walked inside, Song Huizhen and Lei Ting quickly followed in, only the bedside lamp was on in the room, the warm yellow light illuminated the figure lying on the bed, the blood on Song Wanyu was wiped clean, and she changed her body. Wearing new pajamas, covered with a soft quilt, her thin eyelids were closed, as if she was asleep.

"Wanyu, Wanyu..." Song Huizhen's tears welled up again and fell on Song Wanyu's body, and the tears seeped into the quilt one by one, "My poor daughter, you can't Just leave mom like that."

"Xiaohao, what are you doing all this for?" Lei Ting looked at the piles of dirty clothes and sheets, as well as the dead body on the bed, and found it weird no matter how he looked at it. Mo Zhanhao didn't look like he was going to be cremated at all. look.

"Dad, look..." Sitting on the edge of the bed, Mo Zhanhao hugged Song Wanyu's upper body in his arms, then held her hand and leaned against his face, with a flash of fascination in his eyes, "Look, Wanyu Yu is just sleeping... she will wake up tomorrow morning."

(End of this chapter)