As Xi Xiaye said, she hugged him even tighter, her voice choked and hoarse.
In fact, Xi Xiaye has great respect and deep affection for Mu Yinan, an old man, even deeper than Wang Hui before. After all, when she was working in Shengshi, he took good care of her.
After marrying Mu Yuchen and entering Mu's house, the two elders also treated her very well. She was grateful to the two elders from the bottom of her heart. If it weren't for them, she and Mu Yuchen might not have the deep love they have today. There was no chance to meet Mu Yuchen.
"If you're sad, you can..."
"It'll be fine in a minute, I'm just a little out of breath."
Before Xi Xiaye finished speaking, Mu Yuchen's hoarse voice cut off her words.
"Grandpa, go well. May you be in the spirit of heaven and go to the Paradise with grandma. There will be no troubles or sorrows there. This life is not enough, and there will be life after life there. You and grandma will be able to Stay together forever."
Xi Xiaye could only quietly look at the old man who had passed away on the hospital bed through her whirling starry eyes, and said dryly.
"I've been worrying about this day for the past few days. I didn't expect it to come so soon. I thought I could hold on for a few more days at least. When the rainy days pass and the sun comes out, let him go out to bask in the sun. Maybe it will also make him feel better." It’s better, I can suffer for a few more days.”
Mu Yuchen's hoarse voice came, and Xi Xiaye felt that his hand was being held tightly by him. She could even feel some pain, but she didn't say much, just letting him hold it.
She knew that he must be very sad.
He has always respected and cared about his grandparents in his heart, and he has cultivated a deep relationship since he was a child. Now, they are all gone. Such pain is not something ordinary people can understand.
Xi Xiaye felt a little empathy at the moment, thinking back when his grandfather left, why didn't he feel such a heart-wrenching feeling
If it can make him feel better, she is willing to take on all the things she can share.
However, Mu Yuchen didn't ask her to do anything, but just looked at the person on the bed like this.
"He was too anxious to see his grandma. Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, it's been so long. Many times, no matter how rational we try to be, we can't resist the waves of longing. Grandpa has a heart disease, and grandma If he is gone, there will be no cure for him. Although I feel very sad, I am still moved by their pure feelings, which makes me... "
Xi Xiaye took a deep breath, and in the blink of an eye, big teardrops rolled down.
She sniffed, quickly turned her head away, raised the back of her hand, and wiped away her tears, "Okay, don't be sad for too long, there are still many things to do next, I'll ask the housekeeper to explain things, you..."
"Let me be quiet, don't worry, it's okay, you call the housekeeper over first, and I'll come down right away."
Mu Yuchen said.
Only then did Xi Xiaye nodded, and then silently left the room, leaving him some space.
…
Outside the window is the swaying and bleak sound of wind and rain. The chill pours in one after another. There are scattered petals and leaves in the cold wind. The gauze curtain by the window is swaying with the wind. of wetness.
Qi Lei was standing in front of the window, with an easel in front of him, leisurely painting the pavilion outside the window.
Most of the scenes on the drawing paper have been completed, and it is already evening, the sky is very gloomy, and the paintings under Qi Lei's pen also have an indescribable sense of melancholy.
"Young Master Qi, the news just came from the Mu family's old house. Mr. Mu has gone, he just left."
Just when Qi Lei was busy and concentrated, Yang Sheng's slightly gloomy voice suddenly came from behind him.
Qi Lei listened, and immediately paused, only heard a 'bang', and the paintbrush in his hand fell to the ground.
went
Qi Lei was stunned for a moment, and his body became stiff for a moment, but he soon came back to his senses, and he didn't look back at Yang Sheng, but bent down and silently picked up the pen that fell on the ground.
"The Mu's family plans to hold the funeral simply. The old man doesn't like excitement very much. The news of the funeral has not been confirmed yet. It should be held directly in the first hall of the funeral home. Young Master Qi, do we want to..."
For Mu Yinan, a former figure like Mu Yinan, Yang Sheng also had a trace of respect in his heart. Coupled with the relationship between Qi Lei and Mu Yuchen, Yang Sheng naturally felt heartbroken and regretful for the news of Mu Yinan's death. .
Qi Lei listened, but he didn't speak for a long time, and he didn't know how long it was before he raised his eyes slightly, looked out the window, blinked, and said in a low voice, "Although I know that this day will come sooner or later, but , it is too fast... Those who really want to leave will not be able to stay after all."
"Young Master Qi, Young Master Mu and Miss Xia Ye must be very sad. They have always loved and respected Mr. Mu. They must be extremely sad when Mr. Mu left."
Yang Sheng's voice also contained some helpless bitterness, "I never imagined that Mr. Mu, who was so tough before, would leave just like that?"
"Birth, old age, sickness and death are the most helpless things in the world. You are sad because you have feelings. Go over and see if there is anything you need help with. If there is any news about the funeral, please let me know. Also, When you see Mu Yuchen, help me give him this painting—"
While Qi Lei was talking, he also took down the almost finished painting from the easel and handed it to Yang Sheng.
Yang Sheng took it, looked at the painting on the paper, and found that Qi Lei's painting was the gazebo outside the window, but in the painting, on the lower side of the steps of the gazebo, there are a few blooming morning glories, blue and pink Yes, there are many colors. Looking at it, although the whole painting is a little gloomy, these few morning glory suddenly give the whole painting a vitality.
Yang Sheng didn't seem to see anything, when he wanted to ask, Qi Lei had already opened his mouth—
"Give him the painting, and he will know what it means."
After the faint voice fell, Yang Sheng was stunned for a moment, then slowly put it away, and replied, "Okay, Young Master Qi! I will hand it over to Young Master Mu."
"Let him take a good rest for a while. I don't think there will be any problems with business matters. Moreover, I am not interested in taking advantage of him anymore. I hope he can recover as soon as possible."
Qi Lei said.
Yang Sheng nodded, "Yes, Young Master Qi, I'll bring it too."
"Well, go ahead, don't come to the company these days, just help out there."
Qi Lei raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, put down the pen in his hand, turned around in a somewhat dispirited manner, and walked towards the entrance of the corridor beside him—