Stealing Your Heart

Push open the door of the study, she touched a black shadow in front of the desk.

There is a white light on in the room. It is dead and quiet. A large desk is placed in the middle of the wide room.

Zong Qifeng liked to practice calligraphy.

And now that often holding a brush, bent over the desk to write people are no longer.

When Lin Xinyan walked over, the black ink in the inkstone on the desk had dried up, and the smell of ink was lingering. She looked at the man sitting at the table, hesitated several times, didn't know how to speak to him, and went to hug him.

After a long time, he said hoarsely, "someone will come at dawn. You have to adjust your mood as soon as possible."

Zong Jinghao looked at everything in the room, familiar and strange, and said in a low voice, "Yan Yan, I have no family."

He has no mother, and now he has no father.

Lin Xinyan's nose was sour again. He folded his arm and choked, "you and me, and our children, we will accompany you..." Zong Jinghao imprisoned her in his arms. He was very hard. Lin Xinyan's body almost came in. His face was buried in her heart, and his body trembled.

Lin Xinyan can not find words to comfort him, can only accompany him quietly.

After a long time, the day outside was a little bit bright. Zong Jinghao let her go.

Lin Xinyan looked at his calm face and knew that he was hiding his sadness now. Now is not the time to be sad.

When a man leaves, he has to feel at ease. The first thing to do is to take care of the future.

Dong Dong - the door of the study was knocked suddenly.

Zong Jinghao said, "come in."

Yu Ma opened the door and said, "there's someone in the house, crying in the room."

Yu Ma has seen her before. She seems to be the only one in the clan.

"I see."

Zong Jinghao stood up. The two children didn't sleep much that night. He asked Lin Xinyan to look after the children and go to the room by himself.

Before entering the room, he heard a burst of crying, which was limited to the surface, loud, but not sad.

It's more like superficial Kung Fu.

When Zong Jinghao came into the room, he saw a man in a Chinese tunic lying on the head of the bed crying.

Although Zong Jinghao did not meet him, he still recognized Zong Qifeng's cousin, who he would call his cousin.

Because of their own defects, not much contact with people.

The man is thin, with big back, black hair mixed with white silk, white skin and a little age spots. He looks energetic.

This time, it's a surprise to be here so soon.

"Jinghao, elder brother is not in good health. Why don't you tell me?

How did you become a son when I didn't even see him for the last time? "

As soon as I speak, I ask questions.

As soon as the case of Kaifeng passed away, the person who usually didn't communicate with each other came to find fault at home.

What does he want to do?

Zong Jinghao narrowed his eyes slightly. He was not in a hurry. "How can you come when you have time?"

"I..." Zong Yun Qian said for a moment.

In the past, he didn't like to come here, although with relatives.

"I'm also surnamed Zong. I'm not an outsider. Your father died. Shouldn't I come?"

He has a fierce voice.

Zong Jinghao looks at him in silence. He can't argue in front of Zong Kaifeng whether he comes here sincerely or hypocritically. The dead is big, so he has to be relieved to leave.

"I know a good funeral company..." "I've arranged it."

Zongjing interrupts him.

Zong Yunqian looked slightly embarrassed and felt that Zong Jinghao didn't give him face and didn't say anything polite.

As a matter of fact, Zong Jinghao doesn't want to fight him head to head. After all, he is familiar with his family and can make a living. But a person who doesn't usually associate with you suddenly becomes enthusiastic, which makes people have to think more about it.

If he came during the day, Zong Jinghao would not feel anything, but he knew so quickly and pretended to be sad.

The so-called, abnormal things must have a demon! Zong Yunqian snorted and left the room.

Zong Jinghao didn't put his beak. He took a look at the bed, and the look of his eyes fluctuated. However, he soon regained his peace, and all his emotions were hidden in the deepest place.

He took out the phone, made a phone call, said a few words, he hung up the phone, put back the mobile phone, slowly walked to the bedside.

Lin Xinyan went to the upstairs room to see the children. Chuang Tzu Jin was watching. The little one was awake, but he didn't cry. The two big ones, Chuang Tzu Jin, said that they had been crying for a long time, but they just went to sleep after they were tired. They didn't sleep very well. Sometimes they would wake up, and when they wake up, they would find their grandfather.

She looked at the children for a while and saw that they didn't wake up. She wanted to come down to see who was coming. She opened the door and saw Zong Jinghao sitting on the chair at the head of the bed.

She gently closed the door again.

I'm afraid it's the last time for them to get along with each other. I won't see them any more. It's already daybreak, and someone will come soon. They don't have much time, so she doesn't go in to disturb them.

At nine o'clock, a motorcade came to take away Zong Qifeng's body. Zong Jinghao and Shen peichuan went together. Lin Xinyan stayed at home.

As soon as the news comes out, there will be people at home. Lin Xinyan has to receive guests at home. According to their custom here, our family should hang Baihou.

However, Zong Jinghao has already made arrangements, and the people from the funeral home will come to make arrangements. She needs to make arrangements for all the related matters. She only needs to receive some guests.

Today is not memorial day. Not many people will come.

"Why is it so cold at home?"

A woman in a black dress came in.

Lin Xinyan didn't know this woman, but he thought it was a good relationship, otherwise he would not come here today, but the tone of speaking was very uncomfortable.

What is desolation?

Is it possible to celebrate the loss of family members?

She was lukewarm. "Who are you?"