You are my wife, don't doubt it!

"What?" Xiao Yao said.

"I'm here to help out of kindness, to care for grandma," Shen Jie's tone became a little excited, and the knife-like eyes she looked at Xiao Yao made him a little scared: "You want to morally kidnap me?"

"I definitely didn't mean that." Xiao Yao shook his head vigorously.

"You'd better not have one." Shen Jie warned in a serious tone.

"But what is going on between the two of us now?" Xiao Yao blurted out, speaking a little faster: "Am I being dumped? If so -"

"Yes." Shen Jie raised her face, met his gaze, and answered affirmatively.

Xiao Yao's "If yes, then xxxxxx, if no, then yyyyyy" was cut off as soon as it started. He regretted a little and realized that there was something wrong with the direction of his question, but now that the matter was over, he could only follow it. This logic continues.

"If so," Xiao Yao said: "At least give me a reason to break up, don't be so unclear - unclear, and I don't have a gay -"

"Why do you need a reason to break up?" Shen Jie said in a strange tone: "It's not a divorce. Breaking up is just a unilateral decision. No one's consent is needed."

Xiao Yao wanted to say, "How come it's not a divorce?" but he thought it was pointless: "I have to be responsible for you."

This sentence is to remind the other party of a fact that happened before, but it is already 2005. For a girl who is determined to leave, it is also meaningless: "Thank you, I don't need it anymore."

Xiao Yao: "At least give me a reason. Is it so difficult? A real reason. Don't worry, I can bear it."

Shen Jie hesitated a little, lowered her head to think, and drew a circle on the snow with her right foot wearing a snow boot.

"I have the right to know why." Xiao Yao emphasized.

Shen Jie shook off the snow on her toes.

"Please, please make me understand." Xiao Yao said in as sincere a tone as possible: "There is no loss to you."

"Many times, ignorance is not necessarily a bad thing." Shen Jie's voice became softer and her tone became looser, but she still did not look at Xiao Yao.

"It's a bad thing," Xiao Yao said, "It must be."

"sky--"

A double flash of strong light pierced the already slightly dark sky. Shen Jie and Xiao Yao looked together in the direction from which the double flash came, and what they saw was the familiar black Mercedes-Benz.

Shen Jie pursed her lips, lowered her head, opened the huge black parasol, and walked lightly on the snow.

Xiao Yao followed him subconsciously, got under Shen Jie's umbrella without any ceremony, and got very close to her.

Shen Jie didn't look at him, nor did she drive him out from under the umbrella, she just hurried forward.

"What the hell, what are you talking about?" Xiao Yao urged anxiously.

"Goodbye." Shen Jie had already walked to the black Mercedes-Benz. She paused and said, "I will pray for grandma."

The dark car window slowly rolled down, revealing the hateful, smiling face of his former father-in-law Shen Hongsheng.

Xiao Yao opened his mouth - now that the matter was over, he didn't know what else to say.

In other words, there are too many things I want to say, and I don’t know which ones will work.

"Wait." Xiao Yao made a futile attempt to persuade him to stay.

"Also," Shen Jie had already opened the car door, but had not yet sat in: "Can you please stop blocking me at the door of my school, no matter who you are - that will trouble me a lot."

Xiao Yao: "..."

Shen Jie said word by word: "If I change schools again because of you - because of you, you will never have any chance to find me again."

"Yes," Xiao Yao promised and bargained: "I can promise you, but if you add me back, at least you can contact me easily when there are things you need, and you also want Tianyun and I to at least know that you are safe."

Shen Jie did not agree or refuse, she just sat in the back seat of the car with a gloomy look and closed the door.

Shen Hongsheng shrugged at Xiao Yao, spread his hands, then raised the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together, placed them on the upper right side of his right eyebrow, and then raised them to the upper right side.

Xiao Yao understood that this was the winner's taunt.

The setting sun reflected in the white snow, reflected a lonely face on the car window with the curtains drawn.

Chapter 412 The Living and the Dead

2024-04-30

That night, Xiao Yao went home to get some changes of clothes for his grandma.

The landline phone at home suddenly rang with a sharp sound.

Xiao Yao never liked hearing this sound at night because it always made him feel scared.

And it always brings bad news.

For example, the homeroom teacher made a complaint phone call.

"Hello?" When Xiao Yao answered the phone, his tone was still sobbing.

"Xiao Yao, it's me." Yu Luying's voice sounded on the phone.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yao had already vaguely guessed what Yu Luying was going to say.

"...Grandma." Yu Luying said after a long silence.

"I understand." At this moment, Xiao Yao's heart stopped: "I'm coming over now."

There was no need to bring grandma's change of clothes, so he hailed a taxi and rushed to the hospital in a hurry.

On the way, Xiao Yao took out his mobile phone and opened QQ.

The QQ interface showed that Don Quixote sent a friend request a few hours ago, and "It's Xiaojie~" passed the verification request about 10 minutes later.

"Don Quixote:

[expression]

Don Quixote:

Why did you change your QQ name?

It’s Xiaojie~:

Ok.

Don Quixote:

are you home yet?

It’s Xiaojie~:

Ok.

Don Quixote:

Thank you again today.

It’s Xiaojie~:

Ok.

It’s Xiaojie~:

To take a bath. "

The above is the entire chat record. Shen Jie replied to him with six words in total, um, um, um, go take a shower.

Xiao Yao wiped his eyes and began to edit the information.

"Don Quixote:

have you slept? "

After waiting for two minutes, Shen Jie didn't reply.

"Don Quixote:

My grandma is gone.

It’s Xiaojie~:

节哀

It’s Xiaojie~:

By the way"

This time, it came back in seconds.

--split line--

"What do you mean you can't come back from Equatorial Guinea?" Xiao Yao picked up the receiver of the landline phone and almost roared: "That's your mother! Your mother's memorial service!"

"You don't need to remind me," Xiao Tu said tiredly: "On the one hand, the construction schedule here is tight, and on the other hand, all the flights back to the Magic City have been stopped due to the weather. I can't see it and you can't see it no matter what the weather is outside? "

Xiao Yao: "..."

"I'll send you the money for the funeral arrangements."

Xiao Yao had participated in the funeral affairs of other elders when he was a child, but he had never done the funeral arrangements.

Such a big thing falls on Xiao Yao and Shen Tianyun, two 15- and 6-year-old children. No one has experience, so the pressure can be imagined.

"Does Grandma have no other children besides your father?" Tianyun complained, "Why do I remember that's not the case?"

"My dad has a younger brother, a younger sister, and another younger sister," Xiao Yao told Tianyun: "But do you still remember? As soon as Nima left yesterday, she summoned all her relatives and the will notary to explain what happened. She will leave this house and all her savings to her eldest grandson, me."

"Just for this shabby house," Tian Yun said in disbelief: "They don't even care about their mother's death? Are all your relatives so snobbish?"

"It's not like they are indifferent," Xiao Yao said tiredly: "But they must be unhappy. They said that since I am the eldest grandson, my rights and obligations are equal, and I should pay and contribute to the funeral - —Just keep your temper."

"Everyone in your family is an ungrateful bastard," Shen Tianyun was furious and started to curse, "None of them is a good person!"

"Yes," Xiao Yao agreed tiredly: "Everyone in our family is a white-eyed wolf, and no one is a good person."

"I mean your surname is Xiao," Tian Yun thought for a moment and thought that the above words were not appropriate and that it had somewhat rubbed off on herself, so she revised it to: "None of your Xiao family members are good!"

"Yeah whatever." Xiao Yao said: "You guys named Shen are all good people. It's especially good to abandon your husband and daughter."

Although the funeral was a big deal, there were still people who helped.

First of all, Yu Luying, her parents, and uncle all came to help organize.

But Yu Luying is also a half-grown child herself. No matter how close the Yu family(s) are to Xiao Yao, they are still considered outsiders.

Uncle Xiao Yao, who lived next door, was more conscientious than Xiao Yao's faceless mother. He helped a lot in and out.

As for Xiao Tu's younger brothers and sisters, although they said they didn't care and were really spending money, they still worked hard in the end.

He even had a dispute with Xiao Yao.

"Are you asking the priest to say mass? Are you kidding me? I'm crazy." said the eldest lady.

"(Your) uncle recognizes the abbot of Xiahai Temple," the maid said, "Inviting the monk from Xiahai Temple to perform dharma rituals can give you a huge discount."

When Xiao Yao heard the words "Xiahai Temple", he thought that Shi Hui's old bald donkey hadn't been caught yet, and shook his head.

"Come and get it for you," the uncle said: "I am a priest and a monk. Now we are advocating green environmental protection and frugal funerals. I think we should find a one-stop service with a low price-"

Thinking in a kind direction, the uncle might have good intentions and wanted to save some money for the eldest grandson, but Xiao Yao didn't appreciate it.

"Come on!" Xiao Yao raised his hand to interrupt their argument: "Since everyone keeps emphasizing that I am the eldest son and grandson, since everyone voted for me to arrange grandma's funeral, and since everyone agreed that I will be responsible for all expenses, then I have the final say. Whatever I say will be done.”

The eldest maid, the younger maid and the uncle were all stunned for a moment when they saw that this junior had such a tough attitude and looked at each other.

Then, the two maids jumped up and started arguing with Xiao Yao.

Shen Tianyun covered her ears irritably, wrapped her quilt tightly, and turned over on Xiao Yao's bed.

"Also, who is she? Why are she always here?" asked the little maid, pointing to Tianyun's back wrapped in quilt.

"There are so many people here who don't know who they are, why don't you ask yourself?" Xiao Yao replied impatiently.

"How can a child like you talk to the adults at home?" the eldest lady shouted sternly.

"How can someone as big as you talk to the head of the family?"

……

It is tradition that the funeral should be held three days after the death of the deceased.

But because Xiao Yao and Tian Yun were really inexperienced, by the time they learned about this tradition, it was already noon the next day.

However, the endless arguments with relatives resulted in nothing being done that should be done.

Then, the argument was compounded by the accusation and reproach that the funeral would inevitably be postponed.