Bringing the Nation’s Husband Home

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Xu Jiamu was stunned for a while, and then he understood something, and the drowsiness disappeared instantly.

His legs were a little soft, staring at the crying body of Song Xiangsi for a while, and then reluctantly walked to Song Xiangsi's side with a steady pace.

Father Song’s lying position is very regular, his hands are folded on his belly, his expression is very calm, he looks more like asleep, his lips closed tightly, and he can vaguely see the arc of a smile, like what he did Very beautiful dream.

Xu Jiamu reached out his hand and gently touched Father Song’s hand, which was cold to the touch. His fingertips shivered fiercely before turning his head to look at Song Xiangsi and seeing her crying heartbroken, he His heart also experienced the pain of knife-cutting. He spent a lot of energy before putting his hand on her shoulder and said a very pale and comforting words: "Sisi, don't be too sad. "

Song Xiangsi seemed to have never heard Xu Jiamu's words, and still shed tears on his own.

In fact, she knew that it was normal to live and die, and she knew that her father would not live long, but she did not expect her father to go so suddenly, which made Song Xiangsi really unacceptable.

She also thought about returning to Beijing with her father in a few days, holding Xiaohongdou to show him, and telling him that he had a granddaughter, she also thought that her father would be in a good mood when he saw Xiaohongdou, I will live a little longer. Obviously, a few hours ago, my father took her hand and told her many things in the past. His spirit looked very good, and his speech was not as slow as before, but, Why did you die?

The more Song Xiangsi thought, the more fierce the cry.

Xu Jiamu slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand, and put Song Xiangsi in his arms. After a while, his chest was soaked in the chest.

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Song Xiangsi has been unable to come out of the blows of Father Song in recent days. Her brain has always been muddled, and she is almost inseparable in front of Song Father's photo every day.

Therefore, the funeral of Father Song was basically handled by Xu Jiamu.

On the day of the burial, the friends of Song Song’s life came over.

Song Xiangsi seems to be a little bit of a soul, and all the hospitality work is also arranged by Xu Jiamu.

Father Song was buried next to Mother Song's grave. When the coffin was buried in the earth, it rained heavily on the horizon. Song Xiangsi knelt in the soil. The crying liver and intestines were broken. Xu Jiamu held an umbrella and knelt beside her.

Umbrellas almost supported Song Xiangsi's body, Xu Jiamu was dripping like a chicken.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, all the people who came to the funeral left one after another, leaving only Xu Jiamu and Song Xiangsi at home.

During these three days, Song Xiangsi barely ate, and when he saw it, he lost a circle. Xu Jiamu went to the kitchen and boiled a bowl of white porridge, and took it to the bedroom.

Song Xiangsi lay on the bed, with his back to him, and did not move at all. Xu Jiamu put the porcelain bowl on the side table, picked her upright from the bed, and carried the porridge. Song Xiangsi was suddenly pushed away by her waving hands, the hot porridge spilled out, and Xu Jiamu fell into one hand, so that his fingers turned red instantly.

Song Xiangsi's expression paused, and finally turned his head silently.

Xu Jiamu was very good-tempered, without any displeasure, but just bent down, packed up the mess and walked out of the bedroom.

After a while, another bowl of porridge came in.