After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

The white envelope lay quietly, silently.

Feng Yin's mood was very complicated. She couldn't tell what she should feel.

sad? There seems to be but not that much.

sad? You can, but you can't cry at all.

relief? It seems like a little bit.

Feng Yin sat by the bed, picked up the envelope, and opened it slowly.

The light blue letter paper is a bit hard.

Feng Yin's fingers caressed the crease and gently pushed it open. The words on it jumped into view.

'Feng Yin, grandma is very happy, happy to finally be able to see your mother and your grandpa. I have missed them for a long time. '

'You can miss us, remember to visit us, I like clean things, don't forget to visit my grave! '

'I'll always be by your side! Remember to watch every butterfly that flies by. '

Feng Yin folded the letter paper, put it back into the envelope, and held it in his hand.

A person, sitting on the bed doing nothing, in a daze.

Cheng Yanqiu came in at some unknown time, sat next to Feng Yin, took her into his arms, and accompanied her silently.

This night, it was very quiet.

The next day, Feng Yin attended the funeral wearing all black.

The funeral was very simple, only Feng Yin, Cheng Yanqiu, the trio, Lan Tian, ​​Ala and Hei Niu were waiting quietly and obediently.

The cemetery had been chosen long ago and was buried next to Feng Yin's mother. Grandpa Yun's grave had been moved there a long time ago, and the family was reunited in a sense.

Bury, erect a monument, and fill the soil.

Feng Yin looked like a robot operating without emotion.

After everything was done, everyone left first, leaving only Feng Yin and Cheng Yanqiu.

Feng Yin sat on the ground indifferently, holding a piece of cloth in his hand and wiping the tombstone.

"I did everything you said. I wonder if you are happy there? You should be very happy, right? There are people you miss there."

"I don't seem to be as sad as you think. I don't think I will be sad." Feng Yin muttered to himself, moving his hands non-stop, talking and thinking.

A white butterfly flew from a distance, flew around Feng Yin's body, and landed on her shoulder under Feng Yin's gaze, without any fear.

My heart moved slightly.

hurts a little.

The tear glands seemed to be surging again, moistened by an underground river.

"Thank you for your company."

Feng Yin thanked a butterfly.

Maybe it was just a coincidence, but it was just what she needed.

The butterfly flew up and flew around Feng Yin twice before leaving.

It seemed to be responding.

Under the sun, in front of the tombstone, Feng Yin looked into the distance, showing a smile that showed relief, relief, and sadness.

"We go home."

Feng Yin got up and walked out of the cemetery with Cheng Yanqiu and returned home.

After arriving home, Feng Yin started busy in the kitchen.

There is no particular reason, I just want to do something and don’t want to rest.

"What do you want to eat? Let me see what's in the refrigerator?"

Feng Yin opened the refrigerator, and tears fell down without any warning.

There are blue boxes, neatly arranged small wontons and small dumplings. Each box is marked with fillings, time, and how long to cook, carefully and neatly.

Cheng Yanqiu, who was about to answer Feng Yin, saw Feng Yin standing motionless at the door of the refrigerator, and immediately came over without disturbing Feng Yin's sadness.

Tears fell one after another, silently, falling to the floor.

Feng Yin couldn't say why he was crying, he just cried.

"Grandma is really gone and will never come back." (End of Chapter)