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Mo Nuan raised his tearful face and took a look at Han Shuren. After a while, he went to pick up the tie in his hand. The action seemed to be heavy and slow.

She found that the tie in her hand was very old, and the color was a little dim. She had washed it many times, and hesitated for a moment. It seemed that it was mo Pingshan's personal belongings, not new ones.

Han Shuren saw her hesitation and explained: "Miss Nuan, this is a gift you bought for him with your first salary when you first went to university. It cost you a month's salary at that time. He looked at your black and thin face, angry and funny, and told you a lot, but he was happier than anyone and said you were sensible, I will be a filial child in the future. "

Han Shuren sighed, "it should be nearly ten years. He has kept it until now. He only uses it on some important occasions. He usually washes it well and puts it in the cabinet.

No wonder she was so good at tying his tie for the first time, and she was very skillful. It turned out that she used to help Mo Pingshan tie his tie.

You don't have to think about it. Their father daughter relationship must have been very close.

Mo Nuan's heart shrank, and he packed his tie tightly. His body trembled, obviously a little rickets. He seemed to be several decades old. Lu Chen couldn't help holding her waist and supporting her body.

Mo Nuan bent slightly, shaking hands to help him tie a good tie, a simple tie, she spent ten minutes, carefully and repeatedly adjust for a long time, always reluctant to let go.

The staff of the funeral home came to inform them that they were going to send the dead to the crematorium for cremation immediately, so that they could take the time to say goodbye and not delay.

Today's Mo Zixi is accompanied by Ding Rui. She buries her head in Ding Rui's arms and is obviously crying. Ding Rui pats her on the back again and again.

Hearing the staff's words, Mo Zixi pushes Ding Rui away and runs to the coffin, crying, "Dad.".

Seeing her so out of control, Lu Chen can conclude that Mo Pingshan's affair has nothing to do with her. If it's not an accident, the only possibility is song Xueyi. But what's the reason for song Xueyi's sudden act? After Mo Pingshan died, her life was better.

Mo Zixi's voice was originally some shrill, so the cry some heartrending feeling, Mo warm more uncomfortable.

The staff came this way, ready to take Mo Pingshan to cremate. Mo Zixi grabbed the coffin and roared, "you are not allowed to take my father away, I am not allowed to take him away“

Ding Rui can only be tough to hold her in his arms, comfort: "Zixi, come on, dad has gone, let them take it."

Mo Nuan watched Mo Pingshan pushed into the cremation room, tears fell silently. Lu Chen pressed her small face against his chest, and did not let her see this cruel scene with her own eyes.

After a while, the urn belonging to Mo Pingshan was taken out. Mo Wen was snatched by Mo Zixi as soon as he wanted to hold it. Mo Wen looked at the small box and didn't want to believe that such a living person turned into a handful of ashes.

Lu Chen patted her hand, Mo Nuan did not go to fight with Mo Zixi, let Mo Zixi take the urn away.

Mo Pingshan's affair happened too suddenly, so the funeral was held in a low-key way. In fact, Mo's family had no relatives in their hometown. In addition, time was too short, and almost no one came. Most of them were his business partners and a few close friends, as well as the Lu and Ding families.

On the day of the funeral, the sky was clear, and there was even a breeze, which was very comfortable on the face.

The hall is very simple. At a glance, you can see the picture of Mo Pingshan smiling at the corner of his mouth in the center. He just quietly looks at the nearby, very peaceful.

Mo Nuan is dressed in black. Lu Chen is holding her arm. Mo Zixi and song Xueyi are also dressed in black. Ding Rui stands beside them. Seeing them coming, song Xueyi can't help raising her voice, "Mo Nuan, what are you doing?"

"Song Xueyi, I don't want to quarrel with you at this juncture. You'd better pay attention to your propriety and don't look like a shrew. You have to humiliate him even if your father is dead."

Song Xueyi was so angry that she just wanted to fight back. Mo Zixi couldn't help pulling her, "Mom, what's the matter? We come down to say that today is the day of dad's burial. There are so many people watching. Don't make the situation too embarrassing."

Song Xueyi took a look at the crowd who sent the wreath, but after all, she didn't say anything.

The five people all stood in the mourning hall and bowed slightly to the people who came to mourn to express their smile. The relationship between them has been no secret since the news conference. Most of them saw Lu Chen present and symbolically said some words of comfort to Mo Nuan.

The smell of incense in the hall makes Mo warm. After a while, Mo warm rushes outside. Song Xueyi looks at her back and scolds: "if you are really spoiled, you can't stand it for a while, and you still insist on coming in."

After standing for a whole morning, Mo Zixi also couldn't stand it. She held her stomach with one hand and punched her back with the other, "it's really hard to stand for a whole morning."

Song Xueyi took a look at Ding Rui, "you help Zixi go back to rest, pregnant women can't stand too long."

Mo Zixi waved her hand, "no, I'll just go outside and have a rest on the chair. If I don't go home, I'll send dad myself."

Seeing that there was no one else in the hall, song Xueyi couldn't help saying to Mo Zixi, "I don't know when you were so close to your father? You didn't have such a good relationship with him before. "

"Mom, he's my father. It's reasonable for me to wake her when he's dead? What's the matter with you? I find that you have become strange recently. It seems that you have become like this since Dad came back from America. Is there something that I don't know between you and dad? " Mo Zixi took a look at Song Xueyi and said in doubt.

Song Xueyi's face changed. "Don't think about it. I just care about your body. Your father doesn't want to see you hurt xiaoyouan for him."

Mo Zixi didn't think much about it. She leaned on Ding Rui. Mo Nuan vomited outside for a while, breathed some fresh air and returned to the Lingtang.

Because there were not many people mourning, they only put it on until 4 p.m. after the memorial hall was withdrawn, the group chose the cemetery in advance.