His movements were extremely cautious, as if he were afraid of waking up the sleeping person in the tomb.
The dark brown soil covered the black urn and white flowers bit by bit. The raindrops slid down from the man's hair, flowed across the man's cheeks, stayed on the long black eyelashes for a moment, and finally fell down and hit the soil. …
His slender fingers suddenly grasped the soil, and the man leaned over the soil and cried bitterly.
"sister!"
This short word conveys such reluctance and heartache.
Everyone was silent.
Gu Wenhou raised his handkerchief again and wiped his red eyes.
Xu Yang sniffed, wiped away his tears, walked over and pulled Xicheng's arm hard.
"Mr. Xicheng, will you let the lady rest in peace?"
Together with another staff member, Xicheng was pulled up. He raised his chin slightly, and the staff on the side immediately stepped forward and quickly shoveled the soil into the grave pit with a shovel.
Soon, the tombstone was erected.
Xicheng regained control of his emotions, "You go down first, and I'll stay with her for a while."
Xu Yang frowned, looked at his expression, and raised his palms.
The guests divorced one after another, and the staff and servants helped Gu Wenhou down the hillside. Only Xicheng and Xu Yang, who were standing not far away to guard him, were left in front of the new grave.
Taking out his handkerchief, Xicheng squatted in front of his sister's grave and carefully wiped off the dirt that was accidentally stained on the tombstone.
"I will take good care of dad, so you can go with peace of mind. I will be with you in the Gu family from now on!"
Not far away, a figure walked around the woods and came closer.
Xu Yang heard the footsteps and turned to look over. He saw Mu Tianye holding an umbrella with one hand and holding Ning Xiaofei's arm with the other. Both of them were dressed in black. Ning Xiaofei was holding a few white camellias in her arms. .
This morning, Ning Xiaofei originally came to pay homage to her mother with her father Ning Zhiqiu. When she noticed the funeral here, she realized that today was the day when Guyu was buried.
After paying homage to her mother, she specially took a few flowers from the bouquet, came over with Mu Tianye, and presented a flower as a farewell to Guyu.
"Mr. Xicheng!"
Seeing the two approaching, Xu Yang hurriedly walked over and patted Xicheng's shoulder. Xicheng turned around and saw Ning Xiaofei and Mu Tianye standing not far away. He slowly stood up and stepped aside.
The two of them walked forward slowly to the tombstone. Ning Xiaofei bent down and gently leaned the flowers she was holding on Gu Yu's tombstone.
He stood for a moment with a frown, but still couldn't think of anything to say. He just sighed, stepped back to Mu Tianye's side, and bowed three times to the tombstone.
Xicheng bowed in return, then turned his face.
"Thanks!"
Ning Xiaofei raised her face and glanced at Mu Tianye questioningly. When he met her gaze, the man nodded slightly.
So, she walked up to Xicheng, raised her arms, and gently hugged his shoulders.
"Condolences!"
"Thanks!"
Xicheng thanked her again, but his arms hung by his side in a gentlemanly manner, and he did not touch her with his muddy fingers.
"Let's go first."
Letting go of him, Ning Xiaofei returned to Mu Tianye's side. The man raised his hand and threw her shoulder, turned and left.
Soon, the figures of the two people disappeared behind the increasingly dense rain curtain.
Xicheng stood in the rain, staring at the tombstone like a sculpture, silent for a long time.
There were drops of water dripping down his handsome and pale face, and he didn't know whether it was rain or tears. When it reached his mouth, it felt sour.
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good afternoon