Chapter 162 (1/2)

What takes over the company and what goes to the military region can only be put on hold.

Ye Sitong once asked Xiao Yuan if she knew it long ago. Otherwise, why would she remind her to make psychological preparations at that time?

Xiao Yuan smiled bitterly and said he didn't expect it to be so fast.

Not long ago, the guests who came here did not expect to revisit their hometown so soon.

The descendants of the Xiao family, whether direct or collateral, are filial.

Xiao Yuan, as the only legitimate grandson of the old man, greeted the guests outside, shook hands, and listened to a sentence that may be sincere sorrow and change.

Ye Sitong arranged it in the house with a strong spirit. The joy of the previous birthday banquet was no longer. The atmosphere was depressed. Wreaths filled the whole nave, and the black-and-white portrait of the old man was hung behind the coffin.

Lin Mubei naturally came. The difference is that this time there was no Murong. He followed the leader with a quiet face and said nothing.

In his sad voice, the head said heavily: ”master Xiao is the most respected person in Lin Huiguo's life, but he doesn't want to be ruthless. Miss Tong, the dead are gone. The living are like this. I'm sorry for the change.”

Lin Mubei in the rear stared at her with a wrong eye. She had no time to take care of it. The tears on her face brushed down, but she forced to laugh. Only because the old man said he didn't want the future generations to be too sad after his death.

Until the funeral day, it was still raining. It was a strange scene when it rained this season. Ye Sitong was vague and shaky, as if he would fall at any time.

Fortunately, she survived. When she got home, the family had begun to pick it up. Lin Qingjun shook Ye Sitong's cold fingers, timid and afraid to say what she wanted to say.

Ye Sitong smiled at him and said, ”mom is fine.”

Uncle Guan said, ”madam, you haven't rested for several nights. Go back to your room and have a rest. The master doesn't want to see you and Xiao Yuan too sad.”

Ye Sitong responded. She took a look at Xiao Yuan not far in front and uncle Guan.

In contrast, in fact, uncle Guan felt no worse than them. When he was young, he followed the old man for decades. He had a deep friendship. He was better than them as children.

She walked forward a few steps and came to Xiao Yuan, but she saw him close his eyes slightly and whispered, ”I'll go to the military region tomorrow.”

Ye Sitong nodded and said softly, ”OK.”

He seemed to be mature and steady in a few days, not as debauchery as before, but he also had some gloomy breath.

When ye Sitong returned to the room, he felt his hands and feet weak and fell asleep.

When she woke up, it was late at night. Ye Sitong's throat was thirsty. She reached out to grope in front of the bedside table and touched an empty cup. Then she remembered that she had not continued the tea. She got out of bed, opened the door and went out to have some water, but saw a small ball by the door.

”What happened to Qingjun?”

The servant was about to take the sleeping Lin Qingjun away. Hearing the sound, he looked up and saw that it was Ye Sitong. He hurriedly said, ”miss.”

Ye Sitong nodded and said, ”how can you let the young master sleep here?”

The servant apologized and said, ”the young master must come to see you. I can't persuade you to go. I'll take the young master back to my room as soon as I fall asleep.”

Ye Sitong stopped her: ”no need.”

Her eyes softened a little. It seemed that there was a mass of water inside. She bent down and picked up Lin Qingjun. The child hung on her body softly, as if half opened his eyes, ”Mom?”

”Yes.” Yesi Tong answered and told the servant, ”just pour me a glass of water.”

The servant quickly promised to go.

Ye Sitong turned around and took Lin Qingjun to bed. He was only wearing a small white Pajama, covered with an adult's coat, and his hands were cold.

Ye Sitong tucked in the quilt for him and lay on his side. His fingers gently touched Lin Qingjun's short hair, which was not too thick. Lin Qingjun arched her in her arms. Her small body was hot for a while. Ye Sitong gave a slight sigh and looked at the same dark ceiling in a daze.

I don't know when she went to sleep. When she woke up from her dream, she subconsciously touched her mobile phone to see the time. It was only more than 4 a.m.

There was a knock at the door outside. She carefully took Lin Qingjun's hand away and opened the door quietly.

The servant said, ”the young master is leaving.”

There is still a loose fog in the morning, and the sky is still gloomy. Walking on the bluestone path, sometimes a cool wind blows past.

The servant led her to the dining room. Xiao Yuan was struggling with a bowl of porridge. When she walked over, someone filled a bowl of white porridge for her and brought it up.

Xiao Yuan looked up at her and said vaguely, ”coming?”

Then he bowed his head to have porridge.

Ye Sitong took a sip and said, ”are you leaving so early?”

While talking, the bowl in front of Xiao Yuan was empty, stopped the servant who had to hold it for him, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and said, ”it's late, go early.”

”It's hard to come back from this trip, so I want to see you at last. Didn't I disturb your rest?”

”What's the last meeting? It's not that you won't come back. Don't be so sad.” Ye Sitong said, but he was sad. They all left, and the house was empty.

Xiao Yuan smiled. Uncle Guan came in and said, ”young master, you can start.”

Ye Sitong and Xiao Yuan stood up together. Xiao Yuan patted Ye Sitong on the shoulder: ”don't send it. I'll go alone.”

He stopped and said, ”uncle and aunt are not well these two days. Take good care of them.”

With that, he went straight out and ran into Ye's parents.