Not surprisingly, the people on the other end haven't rested yet. Calculating the time, it should be after midnight and early in the morning.
"What's wrong? No talking?"
His sensual and warm voice made her feel vulnerable and soft for a moment. Listening, the depression in her heart dissipated a little, and after a while, she supported her head with one hand, and let out a gloomy voice--
"Deng Wenwen has gone."
Xi Xiaye said in a low voice, with some unconcealable sadness in her tone.
Mu Yuchen on the other side also fell silent when he heard it, stopped his movements, straightened his waist, got up from the chair after a while, came to the French window, and looked at the thousands of stars twinkling in the sky outside, for a long time , sighed lightly, and asked, "Sad?"
In fact, he had just received a call from the hospital, and he had just learned of the news of Deng Wenwen's death. He was thinking about calling her, but instead, she called.
Xi Xiaye didn't answer his question, but said sadly, "Just now, when I was still a little sober, I asked if I could forgive her."
"Then what did you say?"
Mu Yuchen asked in a low voice.
Xi Xiaye didn't answer, and he knew the answer, so he comforted him, "Okay, if you're not here, you won't be here. She struggled for so long and doesn't want to see you. It's a relief to go. I'll explain it to you." Don't arrange the funeral, you don't have to be sad, you don't have to worry about this matter, father, let me tell him."
"Suddenly realized that seeing her go like that made me feel a little uncomfortable. I thought I would be happier... But now I feel a lot of emotion. Back then, I was afraid that she would never have thought of her ending today."
"What's sad? I have feelings. This is a good thing. After some events of great joy and great sorrow, I can fully understand the infinite sorrow and suffering of life. We can't control life and death. Whether we are happy or sad is a human feeling. The living people have to continue to live. .Since the person has gone, you should let go of those things."
He comforted softly.
Xi Xiaye listened, took a breath, and nodded slightly, "After struggling for a lifetime, I only ended up like this in the end. It really is fate."
"No, this is fate, but fate has always been in your hands. It is up to you to decide what kind of life you want. Everything she has done today is caused by her own choices. Maybe we will do it because of her." Sad about things, but more importantly, something to realize."
"Well, I understand. The funeral should be simpler, and there is nothing wrong with letting her go so quietly. I can feel her epiphany and repentance before she left, but many misfortunes and mistakes caused it to make her go I have no way to personally promise to forgive her, but now, calm down and think about it, there is nothing wrong with it, everyone is dead, so what if those grievances cannot be let go?"
She let out a long sigh and couldn't help rubbing the center of her brows.
"Okay, don't be too sad. I will tell Amo about the funeral. You should not go to the company for the next two days and rest at home."
"It's okay, I'll go back to sleep earlier today, you don't have to worry about me, it's already this time, haven't you rested yet?"
Hearing his voice and these emotional words, she suddenly felt less uncomfortable.
"Your family, Mr. Mu, is still fighting at the forefront, for our child's milk powder money, how about it? Has the child tormented you?"
Hearing his words, a faint smile flashed across her melancholy face, and she couldn't help laughing, "Baby, the private money saved by his father is enough for him to drink milk powder for several lifetimes."
"Where do I have any private money, isn't it all with you? Answer my question, Xia Ye."
Listen, she smiled, that's true, almost all the cards in the drawer are hers, he rarely uses them, but she often uses them...
"It's okay, but occasionally the reaction is stronger. Maybe the baby is used to the days when you are around. When you are not around, it starts to toss..."
"So restless? I'll punish him later!"
"It hasn't started to make trouble yet. The doctor said that you can feel the fetal movement in May. I don't know if it is true. There is no response when I touch it at night..."
Talking, talking, the couple started talking about the little bean buns in their stomachs again, and then the topic couldn't stop...
Although it was Mu Yuchen who called to inform Xi Mushan of the news of Deng Wenwen's death, before that, Xi Mushan also received a call from the nursing home. Xi Xiaye thought it over and finally called Xi Mushan. , However, it was already a busy day and it was time to rest.
On the stairs in the front yard of the manor, Xi Mushan was standing upright, listening to the phone while looking at Shen Wenna who was sitting on a swing basking in the sun not far away.
Shen Wenna's eyes have undergone several operations, and they are recovering now. Gauze is still wrapped around her eyes, and she actively goes to the hospital every week to change the dressings. However, the doctor said that the condition is recovering well, and they can be opened next month. The gauze is gone, if nothing happens, take off the gauze and observe brother for about a week, then you can go home.
Thanks to Xi Mushan's careful care during this time.
After getting along for so long, Shen Wenna has long been used to Xi Mushan's thick skin. No matter how indifferent she is, Xi Mushan just pretends not to see it, and still follows her own way, and because of the arrangement of her daughter and son-in-law, Except for Xi Mushan, she didn't find anyone to take care of her, and she could only rely on him for many things in the future.
Over time, Shen Wenna got used to it, that is, the attitude of "he is strong, the breeze blows the hills, he is horizontal, and the moon shines on the river".
"Father, she said sorry to me before she left, and asked me to say sorry to you on her behalf, and said that she hoped that we can all be happy..."
Xi Xiaye's voice came faintly.
Xi Mushan's resolute face was still vaguely condensed with a little sternness, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he couldn't see any emotion, and he didn't speak for a long time.
"You don't have to worry about the funeral. Mu Yuchen has already told Amo to do it. I think she also wants to go quietly. Just take care of your mother. I'll just go and see her off."
Xi Xiaye also didn't want Xi Mushan to come back in person, since everyone has gone, I'm afraid these things are meaningless, and as far as those accumulated grievances are concerned, they may only add sorrow and worry when they come back.
Xi Mushan was silent for a long time, finally nodded, and said with some regret, "Thank you for your hard work, Xia Ye, these things... should have been done by me, but now it falls on your shoulders."
Xi Xiaye smiled lightly, and leaned gently on the soft chair behind her, "As long as you and mother can reconcile, I will do anything."