Chapter 316 (1/2)

Little aunt is gone!

Suddenly, I took it for granted.

When she was young, the fire destroyed her physical functions, from the outside to the inside of her hair, skin, bones and viscera. She can persist until now only because of hatred in her heart and the expensive medicine provided by the Liu family.

Because of Fang Yan's intervention, they defeated the swallowing of Liu's family and tore up a large piece of fat from Longtu group. Now Lu Chaoge cooperates with Qin family, and unites LAN family and Liu family to carry out channel distribution. Her career is booming, and it's just around the corner to surpass Longtu. Her heart is full of energy, and her body condition is plummeting. She can't stand up any more.

Fang Yan knew the problem was serious when he first cut his pulse, and he couldn't bear to tell Lu Chaoge the truth. He didn't even dare to come to visit his aunt after prescribing a medicine -

no mourning hall, no memorial service, not even an obituary. Because, in addition to Fang Yan, Lu Chaoge really can't think of who else should be notified to say goodbye to the body.

My aunt's body was cremated in Maya hospital, and a corpse turned into a jar of ashes.

All procedures are Fang Yan running, all things are Fang Yan doing. Lu Chaoge didn't say a word or express any attitude. Fang Yan was in charge.

Fang Yan is working hard to choose a day, buy a graveyard, hit a stone tablet, and finally settle down.

When the coffin is closed and the workers paint the walls of the tomb, a funeral is finished. It's trivial for a job, but it's very simple from birth to death.

Lu Chaoge stands in front of the tomb, his eyes are red and his body is as straight as a gun.

She didn't say a word or eat anything in the past two days. Under the pressure of Fang Yan, she drank a glass of juice and a few mouthfuls of white water.

No tears, no sorrow, cold as a genetic person.

However, the more she did, the more worried Fang Yan was.

Great sorrow is silent. For Lu Chaoge now, I'm afraid he can't even cry, right?

Winter is getting deeper, and the sky is gray. Once again, a thick layer of dust covered people's gloomy mood.

The cold wind is bleak, and the song of Lu Dynasty standing in the depth of the cemetery looks lonely and pitiful. There is a sharp contrast between the dead and the living.

The black suit coat is decorated with a white flower. The white flower is rattled by the wind, as if it could fly out at any time.

Pa -

the little flower was not willing to be bound after all. When it was about to be blown away by the wind, Lu Chaoge shot like lightning.

Then she held the little flower in her hand.

Fang Yan knows that Lu Chaoge doesn't know martial arts, but at that moment her speed is incredible.

Fang Yan went to Lu Chaoge's back and said, ”I've settled down here, so let's not disturb her. Let her have a good rest. It's going to rain. Let's go back. ”

Lu Chaoge shouldn't hold the white flower tightly, just like holding his most precious thing.

”Why don't you cry for a while, cry for a while and we'll go back -” Fang Yan advised. ”It's said that if no one cried unluckily when the old man left, and the old man also felt that he had no face --”

I don't know whether it was the collapse caused by Lu Chaoge's depression to the extreme, or whether she heard Fang Yan's persuasion and worried that the little aunt would be looked down upon when she left without face.

”Wow --”

Lu Chaoge really cried.

The cry went out of control.

She cried heartrending, crying hysteria, crying cuckoo crying blood, crying about to break the gas.

Her body is no longer straight, she stands precariously and sits down in front of the monument, trying to vent all the grievances and indignation in her heart.

Not only the death of the little aunt, but also the death of the father, the death of the mother, the great difficulties in the family, the life that was oppressed to the extreme when she was a child, the danger in the enemy's home and the harmonious, intimate, intelligent and brave fighting that pretended to know nothing -

over the past two decades, from girl to woman, she has been too tired.

Maybe the sky was infected by her sadness, the gray clouds began to roll, and the cold wind howled.

There is no brewing of light rain to heavy rain, no warning of the first raindrop. It's sudden, pouring rain and pouring water, which makes people unable to avoid.

The cry is loud and the wind and rain are wild.

In the dark, relatives are heartbroken.

After venting, it is easy to get sick after being hit by ice rain and cold wind.

Fang Yan dare not let Lu Chaoge go on like this. He rushed to pick her up from the ground and ran towards the car in the distance.

Lu Chaoge is still ill.

The fever is thirty-nine, forty-one and forty-one degrees.

She also talks nonsense about things she never said before.

She called mom, where are you? Mom, why don't you come to pick me up? The school is over——She called for Dad, don't hide. I saw you --