Daddy, Here Is Mommy

"Ah..."

Ning Huan and heart a shock, full of heart lung overflow deep excitement.

Corner of the eye, not clear is the tear or the sweat.

It was like the first time she called him when she woke up.

It was like the first time she called "Dad" when she was babbling.

"Qianyu, we will be home soon. My aunt has made a lot of delicious food for you..."

After should a, Ning Huan and then again.

“……”

Ning Qianyu didn't speak again, just hugged his neck tightly and let him breathe more heavily.

Back to the villa.

He gasped for a long time, and his breath gradually became even.

Ning Qianyu's mother saw Ning Qianyu's injury and only shed tears. Finally, Ning Hualan cleaned the wound and took medicine.

At the end of the work, Mrs. Ning took the cookies that had just been made in the kitchen.

"Qianyu, come on..."

“……”

Ning Qianyu took a look at her, with a trace of strangeness in her eyes.

"My good granddaughter, this is your favorite pastry, grandma specially let them put osmanthus honey, you have a taste."

Mrs. Ning personally picked up a pastry and handed it to Ning Qianyu's mouth.

Ning Qianyu blinked his blue eyes and held out his hand. Speak, but say.

"Brother Nanling, eat..."

"This silly boy..."

Old lady Ning's eyes were flushed again, and she couldn't speak.

……

Yunjing.

Gong Hantian and Gong Nanling arrive at Yunjing International Airport, and Lu Yiyao personally sends Lu Sen to pick them up.

Gong Nanling's expression is dignified, the bottom of the eye rises tired color.

He breathed deeply and greedily.

The air in Yunjing is clean and pure.

Get in the car.

Looking at the buildings passing by, I feel puzzled and want to go to Gu Mengmeng immediately. But this time is obviously out of date.

"Uncle Sen, isn't my grandfather in Qingning hospital? What

He noticed that the black Rolls Royce was going the wrong way. This is not the way to Qingning hospital, but it seems to be back to Lu's old house.

Gong Han Tian's heart sank and suddenly realized what?

There was a little uneasiness in his heart.

From his answering the phone to returning to Yunjing, the old man should not

"Uncle, young master sun, the old man has left..."

Lu Sen, in the co pilot's seat, turned his head in a low and sad voice.

"What? Grandfather, he's gone

Gong Nanling's rebellious eyebrows are pulled to the largest extent, and her eyes are full of shock.

"Young master sun, I'm sorry..."

Lu Sen looks at him with a solemn expression.

"How could it be? Yesterday, my grandfather made a video with me. He was fine. I don't believe... "

Gong Nanling's heart heaved violently, and her eyes became sour.

"Alas..."

Lu Sen didn't know what to say. He just sighed.

"Dad..."

Gong Nanling slants his head and looks at the cold sky. In the eyes, clearly want to let Gong Hantian tell him that Lu Jinhui is still alive.

“……”

Gong Hantian did not speak, pursed his lips and gently shook his head at him.

"How could..."

Seeing that Gong's expression was so heavy, Gong Nanling knew that it must be true.

Tears, silent slide.

"Nanling..."

Gong Hantian reached out and patted the back of his hand.

“……”

Gong Nanling clenched her lips and looked out of the window.

It's red. It's red.

There's a lot of blockage in the chest and abdomen.

The black Rolls Royce drives very fast. It takes only 40 minutes to get from the airport to Lu's old house.

The gate.

The dark iron gate of Lu's old house is open.

On the overhanging eaves, there are white lanterns with big black "Dien" written on them.

The white silk was hanging up.

The sadness and music are faint and graceful.

As soon as the car stopped, Gong Nanling couldn't wait to open the door and head for the hall.

At this time, the huge hall has been arranged as a soul hall.

On the doorpost of the hall, there are white couplets.

It was written by Lu Yiyao himself.

Inside, came the hoarse cry.

Gong Nanling recognized that it was her mother Lu Yixun's voice.

Scurry in.

The black coffin was placed in the middle of the hall.

Around, according to the old custom of Yunjing, wreaths and objects of condolence were placed.

On the black square table in front of the coffin, there are the remains of Lu Jinhui and his tomb.Lu Jinhui in the photo is hale and hearty, not angry.

Gong Nanling looks at the past, but feels that he is smiling kindly to himself.

"Grandfather..."

"Plop," he knelt down.

"Nanling..."

Hearing his voice, Lu Yixun, who was about to cry faintly, slowly raised his head and sobbed.

"Grandfather..."

Gong Nanling even knock three sound head, the forehead is suffused with red.

Along the way, he also had some expectations, thinking about whether there would be any "miracle". Or maybe he's listening to luxen wrong.

Grandfather's OK. It's OK.

But when he saw all this in front of him, he really felt that his grandfather was really gone.

He went to paradise.

"Grandfather..."

He raised his head and looked at the portrait of Lu Jinhui and burst into tears.

The man who was strict and doting on him really left him.

He left everything to him.

Whether wealth or hope.

"Nanling..."

Lu Yixun hugged him and his body trembled.

Gong Hantian came in. Seeing this, he was extremely sad.

Kowtow.

Then he walked over and said to Lu Yixun.

"Xun'er, it's cold on the ground. Get up quickly."

Lu Yixun's body was already a little weak. He slowly turned his head to see him.

Gong Hantian helped her stand up slowly.

"Brother Tian..."

Lu Yixun was lying in the arms of Gong Hantian and cried again until he fainted.

Gong Hantian quickly sent her to her unmarried room.

Nanling palace is still kneeling.

Under the coffin.

The ever burning lamp glows brightly.

A moment later.

Lu Yiyao, dressed in a black shirt and black trousers, walks in, holding a black yarn on her arm.

In my hand, I have another pair.

"Gong Nanling..."

He stands beside Gong Nanling, and looks at Lu Jinhui in the photo.

Looking at this old man who has no blood relationship with himself.

The unfathomable ink pupil narrowed.

Corner of the eye, tears slightly halo dye.

"Uncle..."

Gong Nanling raised her head and murmured. His handsome face was covered with strong sadness.

I can see that he is really sad.

"You get up first."

Lu Yi Yao droops his eyes, looks at him, low way.

“……”

Gong Nanling pursed her lips and stood up.

"Raise your hand."

Lu Yi Yao lifted his thin lips, and his firm eyebrows tightened, and he said in a cold voice.

Gong Nanling slowly raised his left hand.

Lu Yiyao put the black yarn on his arm.

"Uncle, why don't you see my uncle and his family?"

Gong Nanling looked around and didn't see Lu Hongzhan. He asked with red eyes.

"If you don't come, you'll only make trouble."

Lu Yi Yao's eyes are bright and sharp.