Volume 113, Section 1147: He appeared at the funeral.18 She is now depressed like this, her father is dead, the man she relied on has been arrested by the military, and her aunt naturally does not want to come to her father's funeral.In addition to her, her uncle and Zhu Zhiyi in the funeral home, only the staff of the funeral home and a large group of bodyguards of the Li family remained, making the hall seem deserted When my mother died, it was the same, no one came, it was deserted and depressed.The professionals put on makeup for Dad, Dad put on brand new clothes and was moved into the crystal coffin by the bodyguards, Gu Xiaoai's tears fell suddenly, "Everything will pass." ”Zhu Zhiyi stayed by Gu Xiaoai's side to comfort her.The bodyguards put wreaths and black and white curtains into the hall of the mourning hall, the uncle put the portrait away, Gu Xiaoai changed into a black dress, and the white corsage was worn on the chest, and the black made her even thinner Gu Xiaoai guarded the spirit of a day and a night, and burned his father's clothes to him according to the customs of his hometown, and the smoke of the fire was blind.In the middle of the night, Zhu Zhiyi, who had been lying on the chair for a long time, stood up and walked to her side, "There are still a bunch of things tomorrow, you go sleep for a while." ”Gu Xiaoai shook her head, this was the last journey she had sent her father, even if she was tired, she would not be able to hold Zhu Zhiyi against her, so she had to squat down beside her, put a pile of dark money in it and burn it, and the smoke swirled around the two of them.Chu Shixiu walked in, bowed three times to Gu Xin's body, took three full bags of things from his assistant's hand and walked towards them, looking at Gu Xiaoai with gentle eyes, "I know you will definitely not sleep tonight, buy a supper, eat a little bit." ”Gu Xiaoai stood up from the ground and looked at him apologetically, "I said you don't have to come over." ”"If you're a friend, you don't have to say that."
Chu Shixiu picked up the bag in his hand and said gently, "Come and eat." ”In the mourning hall, there will always be a gloomy cloud.Gu Xiaoai sat aside, Zhu Zhiyi and Chu Shixiu took porridge soup to her at the same time, Gu Xiaoai wanted to show a smile, but couldn't laugh, "You guys eat too." ”Chu Shixiu glanced at the many seats set up in the mourning hall, but they were all empty, and no one came to mourn."
I'll get someone from the company over tomorrow."
Chu Shixiu said, such a cold funeral, "Don't bother, it's good for Dad to leave quietly." ”Gu Xiaoai refused, what's the use of how lively the funeral is, and his father won't wake up again The sky-high price of his little wife: the president's 33rd plea: