Flowers bloom on Moshang and wait for the clouds to come

Chapter 755 The Death of Mo Yahui (5)

Xia Yunxi fell asleep, and when she got up, Shinan had already left.

Mrs. Zhang made plain noodles for her overnight, fried two poached eggs, and said to her: "Miss Shi said that she should go back and finish her work first, and come back tomorrow morning."

Xia Yunxi fiddled with the noodles in the bowl, she had no appetite, so she hummed lightly.

"Your mother also went back first, and your father came to pick her up. It also means that she will come back early in the morning. Minglang will not leave today. She and Zhou Yi will accompany the young master to guard the spirit. Hey... when someone comes to express condolences, I will Seeing that the young master is alright, he is thoughtful and considerate in dealing with everything, and there is no lack of courtesy, it is already late at night, I see the young master sitting there blankly, and my heart hurts."

Mrs. Zhang said, her eyes were hot again. Although the house used to be deserted, the wife was busy, the young master was busy, and the young lady was playing outside all day. She was the one who accompanied the old lady most of the time, but even so, she was always happy. When I was young, there was hope, looking forward to the day when the young master came home on the weekend, looking forward to the return of my wife from a business trip, looking forward to the family sitting together for a meal...

But now, even this hope is gone, Madam will never come back.

Mrs. Zhang wiped away her tears and said, "I'll go and make some food for Minglang and the others. The night is still long!"

Mrs. Zhang turned around and went into the kitchen.

Xia Yunxi glanced at the room where Mo Yahui used to live, but now it was set up as a mourning hall, and turned her face over.

The air conditioner can't be turned on because it needs to be fragrant, and the windows are still ventilated, otherwise the room will be smoky and choking, but this also makes the room look particularly cold.

Gao Minglang was continuing the incense, Jun Mo sat on the chair blankly just like Auntie Zhang said, his eyes were dark and dark, as dark as the night before dawn, stained with ink, without focus or brilliance.

Xia Yunxi said softly: "Minglang, Zhou Yi, go and have some supper."

Gao Minglang and Zhou Yi looked at each other and left in tacit agreement.

Xia Yunxi moved a square stool, put noodles on it, sat down on the chair beside Jun Mo, and held Jun Mo's hand.

The same cold hands were held together, Jun Mo's long eyelashes trembled, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Yunxi, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"I've had enough sleep. I heard that you didn't eat much for dinner. I brought you plain noodles. You can eat as much as you want. After eating, go to sleep. I'll stay here for a few hours." Xia Yunxi persuaded.

Jun Mo shook his head and looked straight ahead. Although he couldn't see it, he knew that there was a photo of his mother in that direction.

"I'm neither hungry nor sleepy."

"Eat something if you're not hungry, and rest if you're not sleepy. There are still two days left, and the funeral will be held the day after tomorrow. I'm busy. If you keep going like this, your body will collapse."

Jun Mo tightened her hand, and said: "I know my own body, it doesn't matter, since I can remember, I have very little time to spend with my mother, and I often don't see each other for ten and a half months. The cold war is a quarrel, and in retrospect, it seems that the most harmonious conversation between our mother and son was this morning..."

He paused and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suppress some emotions that were about to overflow his chest, his voice became even hoarse: "Now, she has gone, and the only time I can spend with her is this It's been two days, just spend more time with her!"

In this case, it would be difficult not to feel sad. Xia Yunxi knew that he couldn’t be persuaded, and it would be hard for anyone who lost his mother to live in a different place, so she had to settle for the next best thing, persuading: "Then at least eat two bites of noodles. Hey you."

　The first update, thank you Zi Qiangwei for your reward!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)