"Xiao Fei and I will pick you up together." Mu Tianye opened the car door, personally helped Ning Zhiqiu into the back seat, leaned back on the seat, helped him fasten his seat belt, and then closed the car door.
Ning Xiaofei carefully asked her assistant to take good care of him. The two stood on the side of the road and watched the car go away. Ning Xiaofei looked away and fell on Mu Tianye's face. She just frowned worriedly, "Drinking so much wine will affect your stomach." Are you okay?"
Mu Tianye raised his hand to caress her little face, "It's okay, I'm happy today!"
"If you have nothing to do in the afternoon, don't go to the company and rest at home!"
"good."
The two returned to the building together, and Ning Xiaofei proposed to celebrate his birthday.
"Thirty is a big day. I would like to invite everyone to come and sit down and have a good gathering."
Mu Tianye has never been a person who likes excitement, but this time, he readily agreed, "I'll let Zhou Tao arrange it."
"No!" Ning Xiaofei immediately refused, "This time, I will make the arrangements myself."
Looking sideways and staring at her little face for a moment, Mu Tianye chuckled, "Okay, then I'll just wait to be my birthday girl!"
Ning Xiaofei smiled and nodded, "That's right!"
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Suburbs, cemetery.
In the early morning, a light rain fell. The green grass and leaves were moistened by the rain, making them greener and more crystal clear. The newly dug soil was also dyed dark brown by the rain.
The motorcade drove into the cemetery parking lot, and the hearse decorated with white silk flowers stopped at the entrance. Immediately, a staff member ran over and opened the door.
The feet in black leather shoes stretched out of the car and stepped on the wet stone floor. Xu Yang, who was in the car behind, ran over with an umbrella and raised the umbrella above the head of Xicheng who got out of the car.
"Need not!"
The man whispered, but the two words could not hide the hoarseness and darkness of his voice.
Xu Yang was startled, then took back the umbrella covering his head, put it away smoothly, handed it to the staff on the side, and followed slowly to Xicheng's side.
The rain fell thinly, falling on the man's short black hair, on the man's black suit, on the white camellias in the suit pocket, and on the black urn he held in his hand...
The thin raindrops condensed but never dispersed, as if they were the tears of a loved one, reluctant to slide down and leave.
The funeral was not grand, it could even be said to be very low-key. Except for Gu Wenhou, whose eyes were red, only a few relatives and friends of the Gu family were present.
This was Xicheng's consciousness. He didn't want to make the matter too big, lest those reporters would come and disturb his sister's departure.
A group of people filed up the mountain, each one maintaining the appropriate silence.
Walking to the cemetery that had been prepared on the mountain, Xicheng walked forward, knelt on the ground with one knee, gently placed the urn in his arms into the soil, raised his hand to take out the flowers in his pocket and put them on the lid of the box.
"Sister, don't worry, I will come to see you often!"
The always gentle voice, with its rare hoarseness, was squeezed out of the throat with difficulty. The man's handsome face was also extremely pale. It could be seen that he had not eaten or slept well in the past few days, and his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. .
Not far away, Gu's father Gu Wenhou shed tears uncontrollably and wiped his eyes with a handkerchief. It had only been a few days. The old man seemed to be obviously much older - a man with white hair giving a man with black hair, this is definitely an unbearable blow.
Everyone stepped forward one after another and put the flowers in their hands into the grave.
Xicheng knelt beside the tomb and did not leave. When everyone said goodbye to her, he stretched out his palm and carefully sprinkled the soil on his sister's urn.