The young Xi Guimo didn't understand what his mother was crying or what happened.
But she knew that she could not speak now.
Listening quietly to a long piece of condolences from his father, even the emperor came.
In the mourning hall, apart from Patriarch Xi, no one spoke.
After half an hour, the condolences were over. Xi Guimo rubbed his knees, which had been too long and was a little uncomfortable, and walked on the path alone.
Before taking two steps, she ran into a wall of flesh with her head down, only to hear a sound above her head.
"Are you OK?"
The young man in mourning clothes carefully hugged her into his arms, and he hurried over after his father's condolences were over.
Over the years, he naturally knew the relationship between her and Xi Chuyuan, and said he was not worried that it was fake.
"The knee hurts a bit." Xi Guimo blinked, clutching his clothes, and said: "Why do we wear the same thing."
Looking at her eyes, Wen Yuchen was speechless for a while.
After a long time, he sighed and said hoarsely, "Because my father is like your brother, they are dead."
"What is death?" Xi Guimo continued to ask.
"It's..." Wen Yuchen was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to explain, "It's just that they left here and can't come back."
"Why can't you come back?" Xi Guimo's hands tightened, "My brother promised me that he will come back."
He promised...
Wen Yuchen wanted to say something, but was staggered by Xi Guimo.
"Bai Chenchen, you lie, my brother didn't die yet. He promised that I would come back. My brother never lied to me."
Xi Guimo snorted, turned and ran.
She hid in her room, hugged her knees at the foot of the bed, only showing big black eyes.
She stayed quietly, but a mist of mist shrouded her eyes.
"Little crying bag, why are you crying."
The familiar voice rang in his ears, making Xi Guimo stunned.
Looking up, she saw a person sitting next to her, and someone she knew very well.
Although she was a bit cold, she ignored her. She blinked, looked at the people next to her, choked up and said, "Daddy, mother, and Chenchen all said you are dead."
"Don't cry." Xi Chuyuan stretched out his hand and rubbed her head, and said with a smile: "Even though your brother is dead, you can still be with you. Except Xiaogui, no one can see your brother."
"Then why is my brother dying?" Xi Guimo wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, "Is my brother doing something that he doesn't want his parents to know about them?"
"Also... You can say so." Xi Chuyuan continued to touch his head, "So can Xiaogui help brother keep the secret?"
"Yes." Xi Guimo nodded.
The topic was skewed, and she didn't worry about the question of immortality.
Although the current elder brother is a bit cold all over, but as long as he comes back, it will be fine.
Xi Chuyuan put the baby sister to sleep, and then he looked at his somewhat transparent fingertips, and a haze flashed in his eyes.
Unlike the rumors, he did not remember what happened after his death, but Xi Chuyuan clearly remembered what he saw before he died and what he wanted to say.
It took him three days to allow himself to reappear in front of Xi Guimo, and only to appear in front of her.