first marriage

"I asked you to come out to tell you instead of Xu Wen that you should stop treating him as your suitor in the future!" Tong Qiqi said, "You are loved and spoiled by so many people... you belong to everyone. Little princess! But Xu Wen is different...he has nothing left!"

Zhong Aier bit her lower lip, "I...I..."

"Since you can't give anything, stay away from Xu Wen!" Tong Qiqi said cruelly, "It's good for you and good for him!"

Zhong Ai'er clenched her lower lip, and the bloodstains on her red lips could be seen faintly.

"Zhong Ai'er, Xu Wen and I have always been on the same front! So... please try not to appear in front of me as much as possible in the future! You know that if there is no Xu Wen, I, Tong Qiqi, hate you the most. They are all your little princesses! Of course, you can also say that I am jealous of you!"

After Tong Qiqi finished speaking, she turned and left.

Zhong Aier stood under the autumn sun, casting her dim shadow on the ground.

The weather has turned cold recently, and the surrounding bushes are full of fallen flowers and leaves, and the sight is full of depression, just like Zhong Aier's mood at the moment.

In the mourning hall, Xu Wen finally breathed a sigh of relief seeing Tong Qiqi calling Zhong Aier away.

The Tao is ruthless, but how can it be ruthless in an instant?

Before the scar is healed, there is always a process of shedding the scab over and over again.

In the afternoon, Xu's mother's urn was buried.

In Yucheng, cemeteries have been fired up to sky-high prices. Ordinary families don’t have the money to buy a cemetery to let the fallen relatives return to their roots. They can only rent a relatively cheap small grid, put the ashes in it, and put a Photos of the deputy before, for worship during festivals.

Originally, Rong Zhi said that a friend he knew was a cemetery investor, and he could give Xu Wen a free cemetery, but Xu Wen insisted on refusing to do so. He took a large sum of money from the card left by his mother and bought a cemetery. Xu's mother was buried in a cemetery known as a good feng shui.

Coming down from the cemetery, the Rong family's car was already waiting. Even without rolling down the window, Tong Qiqi could still imagine who would be sitting in the back seat. His eyes, which were red from crying just before sealing the soil, got into the car.

Xu Wenwen and Ye Xin took a taxi home together, while the other guests left on their own.

Feeling too depressed, Tong Qiqi plunged into Rongzhi's arms as soon as she sat down firmly, hugging his waist and sobbing softly.

The man was caught off guard and raised his hands for several seconds before he sighed, reached out and patted Tong Qiqi on the shoulder.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, shook his head understandingly, and drove the car out smoothly.

Tong Qiqi cried so weakly that she nestled in Rongzhi's arms, playing with the exquisite buttons on the man's neckline, and asked sobbingly, "Little Rongrong, why do you think there is death in the world? How wonderful it would be to be together!"

Rong Zhi touched her forehead and said softly, "If there is no death, how can there be new life?"

"But if the rebirth is at the price of death, isn't it too cruel?" Tong Qiqi raised her head slightly.

"No one can escape death. So... even if it is cruel, it is the only way to go." Rong Zhi rarely brought up such a heavy topic with Tong Qiqi, so his voice was extraordinarily gentle.

Tong Qiqi blinked and blinked, suddenly skipped this topic, pursed her mouth, grabbed Rong Zhi's collar, "Xiao Rongrong, I miss my grandpa, when will you tell me where he went?"