"Why haven't you woken up yet? Have you found out the reason?"
"The test showed that there is nothing wrong with the body, and other causes have not been found."
"Call Eve to watch. Let's go out first. The funeral is about to start."
"Um."
There was silence in the room after the door closed.
Sheng Jiaoyang opened her eyes. She heard the conversation just now when her consciousness was not fully awake. She was a little confused now and did not think about the information revealed in that conversation.
The door opened, followed by footsteps.
Sheng Jiaoyang turned around and saw that the person who walked in was Eve, who had been a maid in Rose Gold Manor for more than ten years.
"Ah! You're awake!" Eve also noticed her waking up for the first time.
Sheng Jiaoyang sat up, held her forehead, and recalled what happened before she fainted. She remembered that when she was about to get close to her body, she suddenly didn't know anything.
Thinking of something, she quickly got out of bed and ran into the bathroom. When she saw that she still looked like Xu Jiaojiao in the mirror, she didn't know whether to be happy or unhappy.
"Miss Xu, do you need any help?" Eve asked standing at the door of the bathroom.
"Do you know how I came back?" Sheng Jiaoyang turned to look at Eve.
"The young master brought Miss Xu back yesterday, but I don't know what happened after you went to the nursing home. I have to ask the young master."
Yesterday...the day before yesterday...
A flash of surprise flashed in Sheng Jiaoyang's eyes. She had slept for so long
"Miss Xu, if there is nothing else, I will go out to help."
Eve, who usually liked to dress in bright colors, was wearing all black today. Sheng Jiaoyang felt a little strange. Before Eve left, she asked casually: "Is there anything special happening today?"
A sad look appeared on Eve's face, "Miss Sunshine's funeral is about to begin."
funeral? ? !
Sheng Jiaoyang's eyes widened and he asked urgently: "Are you sure you are talking about a funeral?"
Eve nodded, sighed, turned around and walked out, muttering to herself as she walked: "Every time Miss Jiaoyang comes, she even prepares my gifts. Now I must do something for her. I can't do other things, But cleaning is still okay, I want Miss Jiaoyang to leave cleanly in the end."
Sheng Jiaoyang turned her head, scooped some water and poured it on her face. She raised her head, and the person in the mirror also raised her head. The look of shock on her face had not faded. She raised a hand to touch the mirror and murmured :"I am dead?"
I really can’t go back now…
I have actually thought about this outcome for a long time, but I never know that when I actually face it, I still can't let go.
There is a grassland in Rose Gold Manor, surrounded by flowers and fruit trees on three sides. The day before yesterday, it was planned to be a wedding scene, but today it became a funeral scene.
A car drove in from the gate of Rose Gold Manor.
Everyone wore dark clothes, looked serious, and entered the venue in an orderly manner.
These are people who have dealt with and interacted with funeral hosts.
There was a coffin placed in the middle of the grass, surrounded by flowers. Around the outside of the site, a circle of shelves was erected, with many framed paintings, photos and introductions to his life hanging on them.
Mr. Yang is sitting in a wheelchair. In front of him is a poster. On the poster, a girl is standing in front of a drawing board with a paintbrush in her hand, smiling happily at the camera.
Not far away, there were two foreigners from English-speaking countries chatting while admiring the paintings.
"Jiaoyang is a good girl. She has done many amazing things at a young age."
"I have participated in her painting exhibition before, and she is a very talented female painter!"
"I actually don't know how to appreciate paintings, but I can still see that her paintings are full of magical power, which makes people relaxed and happy. They feel that they no longer have fear for the future life and are full of hope."
"It's such a pity that she helped so many people realize their dreams, but she couldn't let herself live a few more days."
Mr. Yang was originally smiling while looking at the photo, but when he heard this conversation, the smile on his lips disappeared.
Even though his memory has faded a lot, he still clearly remembers her answer when he asked Jiaoyang what she wanted to do.
Jiaoyang, who was still a girl at that time, snuggled up to him, hugged his arm, and said in a playful and yearning tone: "I, because I have a grandfather who is very good at making money, I don't need to make any big achievements, because I I’m not short of money. Of course, I also hope to achieve results in the direction I like. Also, I actually look forward to finding a gentle and responsible handsome guy in the future and giving birth to a smart and cute baby like me. , and then watch her grow up."
His Jiaoyang said that her grandfather was the one who allowed her to live a happy life, so he still worked hard to run his business during the years when he was preparing to enjoy his old age, hoping to create better material conditions for her.
His Jiaoyang said, Grandpa, I will definitely give birth to a lot of children in the future, so that they can accompany you every day, so that I will no longer have to worry about you being lonely.
As he thought about it, the old man's cheeks became wet.
"Grandpa Yang, my condolences." Shen Zhining, who was standing nearby, said softly.
He was also looking at the enlarged photo, looking at her carefree look in the photo, with complicated emotions in his eyes.
When they first met when they were young, he actually hated her at first for being like a follower and laughing heartlessly around him every day. At that time, he really wanted to see her cry, so he thought a lot about it. People come up with their own tricks, changing their tricks just to make her cry. Later, when she grew up, she would no longer let him bully her like she used to, and she could be by his side in the blink of an eye. She seemed a little afraid of him when she grew up, and he also knew that when he was young, he did a lot of childish and hurtful things. , left a psychological shadow on her.
She was with him through the darkest time in his life. In his heart, she was different.
When he was young, he wanted to make her cry. Later, he hoped that she could laugh as carefree as she did when she was a child, without forcing or pretending to be happy. For this reason, he was willing to do everything she wanted to do.
She loved painting, and he introduced her to a world-famous painter as his student.
She started a charity fund project on a whim, and he established connections for her so that she could do things cheaply.
She opened a company in partnership with a good friend, and he provided resources, connections, and even management talents.
Probably the only thing that didn't help her was dealing with those bad people in the Sheng family. He knew that she definitely wanted to solve this problem herself.
Of course, she didn't know this.
Shen Zhining himself didn't know what this kind of feeling was called. Like? owe? Or something else.
He only knows that he is willing to provide her with the free space she wants, and is willing to overcome obstacles and clear all obstacles to her progress.
However, everything stopped.
Because of his willingness, there will never be another one like her to accept.
Want to cry? No, his tears had dried up more than ten years ago after his parents died one after another.
Shen Zhining twitched the corners of his mouth. Looking at the girl's bright smile in the photo, a layer of gloom formed between his brows.
Now that you are gone, leave the rest of the unfinished business to me. Those who have hurt you will not let go of anyone!
At this time, Mr. Yang suddenly said: "Zhining, we used to think that you and Jiaoyang would be together when they grew up. Jiaoyang's mother also prepared a gift for you, saying that she would give it to you if you get together. who knows… "
Mr. Yang shook his head with a wry smile, "Jiaoyang has fallen in love with someone else, and you only regard Jiaoyang as your sister."
Shen Zhining was silent.
"Well, that's it. Since you have a share in this gift, come back and follow me to the Swiss Bank to take out the things."
"Okay." Shen Zhining replied.
A young man came over. It was the man who was blocking the door of the room. Mr. Yang called him An Jing.
"Grandpa, Jiaoyang's father is here." An Jing said.
Mr. Yang sneered, "Since he's here, let him come in and see the sun off for the last time."
An Jing nodded, turned around and went out to pick up someone. Soon he came over with a middle-aged man with a haggard face.
"Dad." Shengxun felt sad when he saw the once strong man now sitting in a wheelchair, and shouted in a low voice.
"Forget it, the only person who can connect you with me is gone now." Mr. Yang did not look at him.
Sheng Xun's lips twitched and he took a shaky breath. When he turned around and saw the coffin surrounded by flowers, he immediately collapsed.
The child he spoke out with full of expectation, the child he once held in his hands, the child he promised his lover to take care of for the rest of his life, is now lying there, no longer able to call him "Daddy", no longer able to comfort him. "Mom is gone, you still have me." She could no longer look at him with disappointed eyes and ask him how long he would have to live as a walking zombie.
No one can understand the despair and helplessness a guilt-ridden father feels when facing the death of his daughter.
Everyone at the scene could only see a middle-aged man crying uncontrollably and unable to control himself.
Mr. Yang turned away his face, his eyes were moist, and he said in a cold voice: "It's too late for you to cry now, put away your ugly look, and quietly bid farewell to the scorching sun for the last time."
Shengxun raised his hand to wipe away his tears, but the more he wiped away, the emotions he had held back because of the old man's words lost control again, and he burst into tears.
"Who is he? Why are you so sad?"
"It should be the father of the deceased."
"Oh, no wonder, the white-haired person gave the black-haired person a gift, and the child turned out to be such an outstanding child."
"What a shame!"
The people watching were talking in low voices.
When Sheng Jiaoyang arrived, she happened to see Sheng Xun in pain. She looked around the funeral scene and felt absurd that she was actually attending her own funeral.
Because she did not have the solemn ceremony of attending other people's funerals, and there were no dark clothes in her suitcase. She was wearing a white sweater and a pink coat, which made her stand out at the scene.
Mr. Yang also saw her.
"Zhining, I learned something yesterday," Mr. Yang turned to Shen Zhining and said, "She is the one who was hit by the scorching sun. Do you know this?"
A dark light flashed across Shen Zhining's eyes, "I know."
Mr. Yang nodded calmly, raised a finger and pointed at the girl who was walking over, and said, "Let her go, I don't want to see her in the future!"