Life With You

Yuan Bao brought Song Xi there, closed the door and left, and there were only four of them in the huge entrance hall.

Ren Lina had turned away from her gaze, Song Xi was only surprised for a moment, her face was silent, she took the initiative to walk forward, kneeled in front of Qiao Dingxiang's coffin, and then respectfully knocked three heads.

She stood shoulder to shoulder with the young woman next to her, without squinting her eyes. When she got up, she nodded to Ren Lina first and said softly, "Auntie, let's change our grief."

Ren Lina's eyes were red, so stay away from her sight.

Song Xi immediately set his gaze on George Sheng's face without saying a word, but quietly took out the thermos cup from his bag.

George Sheng's face was a little pale, and red blood was looming under his eyes. He was so tall, but he felt lonely and pitiful inexplicably.

Song Xi looked at him, and the thermos cup in his hand stretched forward an inch, just about putting it into his hand.

The so-called silence is better than sound at this time. It is probably this kind of feeling. She didn't speak, but he understood the softness in her eyes and seemed to say: drink.

George Sheng stretched out his hand and took the thermos cup. It can be said that he was a rare and obedient person. He didn't say anything. He unscrewed the lid and drank his head.

At this moment, only George Sheng himself wondered why there was a thermos between him, but he still felt warm in his palms.

After a long, long time, he realized that it was not the palm, but the heart that felt the warmth.

Seeing him finished drinking, Song Xi received the thermos, still not much to say, George Sheng's usual complexion was light, his thin lips opened, and he said, "My sister, Qiao Aiwen."

Song Xi instinctively glanced at the young woman who was still kneeling in front of the coffin, and subconsciously nodded, "Oh."

George Sheng guessed what she was thinking, so her voice added calmly: "My sister is the same father and mother."

As soon as he said this, Song Xideng's expression changed and he raised his eyes to look at him.

Yes, she did think it was just a cousin of George Sheng, and the surname was not much surprised, but...

Same father and mother? !

Not to mention that Song Xi hadn't heard of it. Even in the whole night city, no one said that George Sheng had a biological sister.

No wonder she could kneel in front of Qiao Dingxiang's body, no wonder Yuan Bao said that other relatives would see you later.

Qiao's family is too big and there are too many secrets. It would be enough to throw out any one for a few days. Song Xi took a long time to sort out her emotions, but she didn't know what to say for a while, only an inexplicable sense of panic.

She knew too little about George Sheng, even if she was so close to him, she still felt far away.

George Sheng just told her, without giving any more explanation. Once no one spoke in the mortuary, there was dead silence.

After about ten minutes, the hall door was knocked, and the one who opened the door was Yuan Bao. He was already wearing filial piety on his head and holding the filial obedience of several others in his hand.

Song Xi's filial service was made under the rules of her daughter-in-law, from head to leg, just like his son and daughter.

I had known Qiao Dingxiang's death a long time ago, but this moment still makes people feel sore.

Ren Lina put the hat of filial piety on Qiao Aiwen's head, and wanted to help her up, but she suddenly lost control of her emotions and threw herself in front of the coffin, as if to hug Qiao Dingxiang, crying heartbreakingly.

Song Xi was sad at first, but when he saw it, his eyes suddenly became foggy.

Yuan Bao looked at George Sheng, "Brother Sheng, everyone has been waiting next door for a long time."

George Sheng was dressed in black, hiding under his big white hood. He couldn't see the expression on his face. He could only make a calm voice: "Bring it here."

Yuan Bao turned and left. Song Xili shed tears silently from the side. Because the hood was too big, she didn't see when George Sheng walked to her, only vaguely saw someone handing over a pure-color handkerchief.

Looking up, she saw George Sheng's face under her wet eyelashes.

He said to her, "Don't cry."

Song Xi wanted to comfort him, but he didn't expect to ask him to comfort him in turn. For a while, he was sad and tears flowed more.

The two stood facing each other, and the double doors into the mortuary opened behind them. Accompanied by the sound of rain and dampness, the first thing that caught your eye was a wheelchair. In the wheelchair sat an old man with a thin stature and gray hair. It is a middle-aged man pushing and helping.

When Song Xi heard the sound, George Sheng also turned his head. Starting from the first figure, dozens of people filed in from outside the dark red double door in just tens of seconds.

From the way they wear filial piety, Song Xi has already seen who and Qiao Dingxiang are in the same generation, who is the younger generation, the big family, some have met in the foundation laying ceremony of Changning Hospital, and some are completely unfamiliar. .

As far as Song Xi is concerned, she cannot notice everyone at once. After all, she is a couple of dozens; but to those dozens, Song Xi is a completely unexpected figure-one standing next to George Sheng. A woman with the foreign surname of Phi Zhongxiao.

Song Xi didn't want to be eye-catching, so he cast his gaze down without a trace. George Sheng was there anyway, and George Sheng greeted the old man in the wheelchair: "Uncle San."

Then he yelled again: "Four uncle, sister-in-law."

Those who are old enough to be his parents, but are the same generations of his elder sisters, George Sheng did not greet them one by one. These people are also insightful, and they are obviously curious to die, but no one asks any questions. When Song Xi was a transparent existence, he only stepped forward to bid farewell to Qiao Dingxiang's body according to his seniority.

Qiao Shuxin and Gu Dongxu were standing behind. The room was full of people. At first Qiao Shuxin didn't notice Song Xi. When she stepped forward to say goodbye, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the woman standing next to George Sheng. He glanced intently, and then his expression changed.

Gu Dongxu did not squint, looking at Qiao Dingxiang in the coffin, her eyes were red. Qiao Shuxin only looked at Song Xi for two seconds. After all, she turned her eyes away and didn't make a sound, but when she stepped back to the side, she immediately went to steal Gu Dongxu's Arm, the shock was obvious.

Gu Dongxu's face was faint, and he shook his head lightly, beckoning her not to make trouble.

When all the relatives finished the farewell ceremony, some cousins ​​and cousin cousins ​​gathered around Qiao Aiwen to comfort them, and some gathered around Ren Lina to accompany them, and the older ones stood in front of George Sheng and stretched out their hands gently. Pat him on the shoulder.

The old man in the wheelchair was pushed in front of George Sheng, and the man behind him said: "Old Qi, my dad has something to ask you."

George Sheng looked at the old man, "What's the matter, Sanshu."

The old man was struggling to speak, but he still asked in a hoarse voice, "Did someone not introduce it?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked here, and Song Xi couldn't tell.

The four brothers of Qiao Dingxiang, he passed away, and the second child also left a few years ago. Now, even if Qiao Dingxing is the highest-ranking person in the Qiao family, he said a word, George Sheng still has to respond.

Hearing this, George Sheng turned his head and looked at Song Xi calmly, "Come here."

Song Xi raised her head and tried her best to look the same. He walked to him and stood there. George Sheng said to Qiao Dingxing, "Uncle, I have never had a chance to tell everyone that I am married. This is my wife, Song Xi. ."