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"No, you don't come yet." She is powerless to say that under such circumstances, she does not want to see her brother and Tang Shaofeng have any conflict: "I'm sorry, please say sorry to grandma, mom and dad."

She pulled off her veil and thrust it into Tang Shaofeng's hand. She stumbled out of the hall in the surprised eyes of all the guests.

Shen Yuanyuan has been chasing after her: "Xiaohui, Xiaohui, I'll accompany you."

Before she got on the bus, she shook her head: "far away, help me deal with the mess here."

Then she got into the car and slipped into the back seat.

Shen Yuanyuan is a member of the Tang family. His brother is hostile to the Tang family.

Therefore, Shen Yuan had better not show up.

Why, what happened.

A few days ago, she went to the hospital to see her mother. The doctor said that her mother's condition was very stable. Her face was ruddy and her skin was tight. Miao Xiaohui also told her mother that she was more and more beautiful.

But, just a few days, why?

"The doctor said it was cardiac arrest, and the cause has not been found yet." Miao Zhimiao half hugged her and went to the door of the ward, and said to her, "mom is inside, go in!"

From the hidden crack in the door, I saw that my mother was lying quietly on the bed, which was probably required by Miao Zhimiao, so that the nurse did not pull the white sheet all the way to the top of her head, as if she was lying quietly as usual.

Miao Zhimiao helped her slowly into the room and stood by the bed.

In the past, all the instruments inserted in my mother's body have been removed, and my mother, who has no tube on her face, looks so strange.

Miao Xiaohui wanted to reach out and touch her mother's hand, but she just felt that it was whirling around and even fell down before she could shed a tear.

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When Miao Xiaohui woke up, she was lying in the ward next door. Her chest was very stuffy. She wanted to sit up with her hand on the edge of the bed. One hand held her: "Xiaohui, lie down again for a while."

"Brother." Her eyes are dry, dry very uncomfortable: "Mom?"

"It's been sent to the mortuary."

With a bang in my heart, some things collapsed.

Although her mother has been lying down, she always gives Miao Xiaohui a hope.

Now my mother is gone. The things that support her in my heart seem to disappear in a moment.

She looked up at Miao Zhimiao with her dry eyes and couldn't shed a tear: "Mom, mom, brother, we don't have a mom."

"Xiaohui, you and me." Miao Zhimiao sat on the edge of the bed and held her in her arms pitifully: "cry, cry out happily."

In Miao Zhimiao's warm arms, tears finally burst out of her eyes. She held Miao Zhimiao's neck tightly and cried.

I don't know how long I've been crying until Miao Xiaohui is almost dehydrated and her eyes are so swollen that she can't see what's in front of her. Miao Zhimiao helps her lie down and covers her with a quilt: "you'd better lie down for a while. Someone will pick up her mother from the funeral home soon. I'll follow her to have a look."

"Brother." Miao Xiaohui reaches for Miao Zhimiao's sleeve and says, "I want to see my mother off."

Miao Zhimiao looked at her, nodded a little hesitantly, lifted the quilt, bent down to pick her up, touched her dress, and suddenly stopped: "let the nurse change your clothes first."

Miao Xiaohui looked down and noticed that she was still wearing a wedding dress.

One second is heaven, the next is hell.

Huang Xiaofen came crying, bringing Miao Xiaohui's mourning clothes, black knitted skirt, and a weak little white flower.

Taking off her wedding dress, putting on her mourning dress, and wiping off her bright lipstick and beautiful eye makeup with a wet towel, she came out of the room like a walking corpse.

Miao Zhimiao was waiting at the door. Seeing her coming out, she came straight over and bent over to hold her: "you are too weak now. Mother is at the door."

Nestled in Miao Zhimiao's arms, she was carried by him to the door of the hospital when she saw the funeral staff carrying her mother into the car.

She was so far away that she couldn't really see it. It was Miao Zhimiao who didn't come forward on purpose, for fear that she couldn't bear to see this scene.

Watching the car go further and further, and finally even the red taillights disappear in the field of vision.

Miao Xiaohui is lying in Miao Zhimiao's arms. His car is waiting at the door. Miao Zhimiao takes Miao Xiaohui into the car and drives to Miao's house.

When Miao Xiaohui stood in the hall looking at her mother's picture, she was still very confused.

In just two hours, her life changed dramatically.

She didn't even remember to ask why the doctor's mother suddenly had such a situation.

Now that people have gone, it seems meaningless to go back and ask.

She stood in the hall for a long time, and her mobile phone rang. It was Shen Yuanyuan's wechat: Xiaohui, what's the situation now? Chuang Sheng Xiaomeng, you don't have to worry. Brother and we have explained to the guests. Now that the guests are gone, we will come to worship my aunt later.

Miao Xiaohui replied in one word: good.

Not long after the memorial hall was set up, the guests came one after another.

Miao Xiaohui and Miao Zhimiao stand on the left side of the hall to receive guests.

A few hours ago, she was also standing at the door of the hall of Chuang Sheng Xiaomeng to receive guests and received everyone's blessing.

And now, a few hours later, it's everyone's comfort.

"I beg your pardon."

Miao Xiaohui gave thanks one by one and bowed.

Huang Xiaofen whispered to Miao Xiaohui, "the Tang family are all here."

Miao Xiaohui looks up, Tang Shaofeng, Shen Yuanyuan, Mrs. Tang, Mr. Tang and even Mr. Tang are here.

They all changed their clothes. Tang Shaofeng's white dress was changed into a black suit and tie, which was solemn and solemn.

Shen Yuanyuan and Mrs. Tang, who used to wear gorgeous dresses, are now dressed in black.

Old lady Tang came over first. Before the tears came down, she took Miao Xiaohui's hand and said, "my poor Xiaohui, my face will be so thin after a while."

"Grandma." Sobbed to shout a, forced to hold back tears.

"Well, life is impermanent." Mrs. Tang shook her head and sighed, wiping her tears.

Mrs. Tang came over to support her, looked at Miao Xiaohui gently, and said, "be careful, be patient."

"Mom, grandma, Dad, you go there to rest."

"Let's give a stick of incense to our in laws."

They offer incense one by one, Miao Xiaohui repays them piously, and then goes to the side hall to have a rest.

Tang Shaofeng came to Miao Xiaohui after the incense, supported her weak shoulder, and looked at her heartily: "don't let yourself so haggard, I will heartache."

"Shaofeng." "I'm sorry, the wedding has become a funeral," she said with tears in her eyes

"Don't say that. It's unpredictable." Tang Shaofeng pitifully embraced her in his arms: "no need to be sorry."

Leaning in Tang Shaofeng's arms, his wandering heart seemed to be a little more stable.

She is very sad, unable to name the sad, even crying can not vent the pain.

She was leaning against Tang Shaofeng's arms when her arms were suddenly held. Then she was pulled out of Tang Shaofeng's arms and bumped into another person's arms.

Looking up, it was Miao Zhimiao. His face was green and his eyes were covered with ice. "Thank you, Tang Dong, for coming to worship my mother. Just go to the side hall to have a rest."

"I don't see any thanks from you." Tang Shaofeng stares at Miao Zhimiao and holds Miao Xiaohui's hand tightly: "you hurt her, let go!"

Miao Zhimiao's hand was a little looser, but he still put Miao Xiaohui in his arms. He didn't mean to let go at all: "don, please."

"Brother." Miao Xiaohui struggles for a moment and gets out of his arms. She sees anger and rejection in Miao Zhimiao's eyes.

Now on this occasion, she doesn't want to worry about why Miao Zhimiao hates Tang Shaofeng so much, and now they can't have any conflict.

"Brother." "Will you go to receive other guests?" she said in a low voice

"Uncle Lu is here. Let's go." Miao Zhimiao walks past Tang Shaofeng with Miao Xiaohui's hand.

Miao Xiaohui looked back at him. He was watching her and nodded to her slowly.

Shen Yuanyuan stood aside, approached Tang Shaofeng and said in a low voice, "brother, I don't think Miao Zhimiao's attitude towards Xiaohui is strange. The way he looks at Xiaohui is not like the way a brother looks at his sister, eh." She touched her arm and shivered: "what a pervert."

Tang Shaofeng looked down at her: "Ding Han is checking."

"What are you looking for?" Shen Yuanyuan asked inexplicably. Suddenly he understood and opened his eyes wide: "you mean..."

"A few days ago, I asked him to come out to find out what he said, but he didn't deny it." Tang Shaofeng frowned slightly: "these days, you just stay here with Qingqing. Miao Zhimiao won't let me stay here. It must be the funeral of Qingqing's mother. Take the overall situation into consideration. Don't make it too embarrassing."

"Well, I see, brother." Shen Yuanyuan nodded: "I'm a woman, Miao Zhimiao won't be too defensive for me."

Mrs. Tang was old. After a while, Mrs. Tang and Mr. Tang left with her.

Tang Shaofeng is still in the Miao family, and Miao Xiaohui is busy receiving guests.

But when I look back and see Tang Shaofeng standing on one side of the hall, I feel at ease.

The night is as dark as ink. As the night goes on, there are fewer and fewer guests.

In the hall, there are only Miao servants and a few of them.

Miao Xiaohui is actually very tired. Miao Zhimiao comes over with a cup of ginseng tea and puts it in Miao Xiaohui's palm: "go back upstairs and have a rest. I'll ask sister Chen to send some porridge to you later."

"I want to be with mom tonight."

"No, you are too weak now. You must have a good sleep." Miao Zhimiao holds her shoulder, and her eyes linger on her face: "if you want to give your mother a ride the day after tomorrow, you go to bed."

The day after tomorrow is the funeral. If something goes wrong, I'm afraid I can't even get out of bed.

Miao Xiaohui nodded and looked for Tang Shaofeng in the living room.

Finally, I saw him in the corner, talking to Shen Yuan.

She raised her step and was ready to walk toward him. Miao Zhimiao held her hand: "now go upstairs."

"I'll have a word with them."

"I'll take care of it." Miao Zhimiao didn't need to question. He told the servant: "sister Chen, help Miss Chen to go upstairs."

"Brother." Miao Xiaohui looked up at him defiantly: "I don't even have the right to call the guests? I want them to go back first. Can't I just say a word? "

Holding her shoulder hand gently released, Miao Miao reluctantly nodded: "just say hello."

Miao Xiaohui walked over to them. Shen Yuanyuan stood up quickly and held her: "Xiaohui, you look so ugly."