At dawn, sitting in a chair, Lu tingwan stared at the dazzling light outside the balcony for a while.

Before you know it.

Jiang prison opened the door gently and came in. At a glance, he knew that Lu tingwan didn't rest.

"I'm leaving right away. Do you have anything to take? I'll send someone to clean it up for you." Jiang prison asked Lu tingwan.

Lu didn't respond at first. She suddenly remembered something behind her. She said in a hoarse voice: "Grandpa's things."

"I'll have someone clean up."

Jiang prison finished and went out to prepare.

He came to see if Lu tingwan had slept. If he did, he would wait until she woke up.

Since not, let's go.

Lu tingwan knew it was time to start.

She looked back at Sheng Qingyuan on the bed, reached out and took Sheng Qingyuan's palm and told him, "Grandpa, we're home."

The helicopter space is limited. The old man whose body has been ossified can't even be sent to the helicopter with a coffin, and the day of burial is the next day. Jiang prison can't bear to put the old man in the coffin early, so as to avoid Lu tingwan's more heartache.

The plane can even carry people with coffins, but there is some trouble. It's very frustrating for the old man to go back to the airport and get on and off the plane. It's also frustrating for Lu, who is too sad at this time and looks like a walking corpse.

Moreover, there are many people at the airport, and Lu tingwan is focused by the paparazzi. If it comes out, Sheng Qingyuan's sudden death will make a big noise.

I don't know what the old foxes in the dark will think.

The old man didn't pay attention to those etiquette, and he himself said that if he wanted to walk quietly, he must hurry back to Nancheng.

So I just used a simple push bed to send Sheng Qingyuan's body to the helicopter.

When they went downstairs, they followed the body. Lu tingwan followed Jiang prison. Lu Yanxiu followed them silently at the end.

Looking at Grandpa's body carried on the helicopter, Lu tingwan's guilt deepened and pressed her out of breath.

If it weren't for her, Grandpa wouldn't regret leaving in Beicheng. He would have to toss on the road when he died

After the body was placed on the helicopter, Jiang prison immediately sent Lu tingwan to the helicopter.

He glanced at Lu Yanxiu behind him, then gave a look to ah Tang, and then he got on the helicopter.

The helicopter's hatch was then closed.

The helicopter has no spare space for others, including Lu Yanxiu.

A Tang walked up to Lu Yanxiu, pointed to another helicopter and said to him, "Mr. Lu, please follow us on this helicopter."

Lu Yanxiu took a look at the helicopter where Lu tingwan was. Without saying anything, he went to another helicopter.

The weather is bad these days. It has been cloudy. It's still raining and the cold wind is biting.

Because of the weather, although the flight was slow, it didn't take long. Along the way, it didn't give you time to relieve your grief. Lu tingwan was just stunned. When he was called back by Jiang prison, he found that the helicopter had hovered over Shengjia manor.

The helicopter landed safely on the lawn.

The moment he got off the helicopter, looking at this familiar and unfamiliar home, Lu listened to his thoughts surging in the evening.

His home is always different. No matter how long he left, his mood was different at the moment he returned home. In addition, there were relatives accompanying him back. Lu tingwan felt suddenly lost.

It was cold and windy, and the propeller of the helicopter was blowing all the time, which made people's hands and feet stiff.

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