Chapter 439 Cry out
Qian Liuli sat in front of the bed all night, her posture not moving, and even her eyes seemed to have not changed. She just stared at Xiaoya's face all night long.
Zi Han crossed his arms and leaned against the edge of the door, standing there all night long.
Seeing that it was already dawn, she walked forward calmly, patted Qian Liuli on the shoulder, and said slowly: "Maybe it will be much better if you cry."
Qian Liuli's expression remained unchanged, sitting there like Xiaoya on the bed, like a dead body.
There was endless sadness spreading across his body, which never dissipated for a long time.
When Zihan saw this situation, he took back his hand and was about to let her think about it carefully, when the sound of "Pap tap, tap tap" came.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Qian Liuli's face was covered with tears. The tears dripped down her delicate chin and fell to the ground. She cried silently, but she was so sad.
Zi Han sighed and just cried. Sometimes tears need to be vented.
If you hold it in, you will get sick.
She stuffed the handkerchief and put it in Qian Liuli's hand. She stood there, silently watching the woman in front of her crying so fragile and tragically. In comparison, she seemed a little indifferent.
Qian Liuli's tears poured out crazily from her eyes as if she was desperate for her life, and kept dripping on the ground. The ground was already soaked with her tears
In this way, Qian Liuli cried for a long time, and Zi Han also stood and stared for a long time. Until Zi Han saw that this woman seemed to be crying endlessly, he bent down and took away the handkerchief that had been given to Qian Liuli. , the snap sound was still on Qian Liuli’s face, and he wiped a few random hands on her face, and the sound Yin was a little cold and said: "Even if you cry to death, she will not come back to life. Her blood has stopped flowing for seven days. If she is not buried at this time, the body will start to grow spots soon. Do you hope Is that what Xiaoya looked like last time?”
Zi Han's actions towards Qian Liuli could be said to be very rude, and even a bit strong. The handkerchief was still covering Qian Liuli's face, wet with her tears. Zi Han retracted his hand and did not help her take the handkerchief off. So look at this somewhat funny scene.
Qian Liuli's face was covered with a handkerchief, and her expression was a little strange. She reached out and took the handkerchief off her face. When she raised her eyes, she saw the photo stone in Zi Han's hand.
At that moment, Qian Liuli, who had been crying so hard, burst out laughing, with tears in his smile, and his face was a little red from Zi Han's previous actions.
Qian Liuli's expression turned a little strange when she laughed. She reached out and snatched the image stone from Zi Han's hand and put it into her arms.
The content in the photo stone is the scene of Zihan wiping her face with a handkerchief just now, and then sticking the handkerchief to her face.
That scene is really a bit too funny?
Anyway, Qian Liuli had never seen herself so glum. This scene was actually recorded, which made her laugh instantly.
"Since you laughed, just bury the little girl with me. Should you hold her or me?" Zi Han glanced at Qian Liuli's expression and said calmly.
"I'll do it." Qian Liuli sighed, then leaned over and picked up Xiaoya, and the two of them walked slowly to the graves of Xiaoya's parents.
Just when Zihan wanted to smash a hole directly next to Xiaoya's parents' grave, Qian Liuli held Zihan's wrist, shook her head and said, "I want to bury her with my own hands, so I'll do it."
Zihan was stunned for a moment, then took Xiaoya's body and stood aside silently watching Qian Liuli roll up her sleeves and dig the soil shovel by shovel with a very serious look on her face.
She dug for a long time, after all, she was a mortal at this moment, the palms of her hands were already bleeding, her forehead was full of sweat, and her chest was heaving. Zi Han couldn't bear to see it, and said: "Why don't you take a rest? ”
Qian Liuli shook her head and continued digging. Zihan didn't know what to say when he saw this. It turned out that this woman was also so stubborn.
Just like her.
A few hours later, Qian Liuli finally dug the grave, then put down the shovel in her hand. Her arms were shaking a little, and she wanted to take Xiaoya from Zi Han's arms, but Zi Han dodged it.
She frowned and looked at Qian Liuli's hand, and said: "Take something to bandage it, the blood on your hand will stain Xiaoya." She didn't mean anything else by saying this, she just wanted Qian Liuli to handle it. After all, her hands were bloody at the moment, and it hurt just to look at them.
Qian Liuli herself seemed to be unaware of the pain. Seeing Zi Han speak, she lowered her head and looked at her hands with a stunned expression. Then she tore off a piece of fabric, simply wrapped it around her hands, and took Xiaoya.
Slowly, he put Xiaoya into the grave, and then covered Xiaoya with soil shovel by shovel.
Throughout the whole process, Zi Han did nothing and just watched.
It's not that she is indifferent, it's just that Qian Liuli won't let him.
The name of the tombstone was carved stroke by stroke by Qian Liuli, and it read, The tomb of Qian Liuli's sister Qian Xiaoya.
After doing everything, she knelt in front of Xiaoya's grave, seeming to have the same expression as last night.
Zi Han knew that if it were her, she wouldn't be able to get out for a while.
She glanced at Qian Liuli and left.
She went to the city.
The sesame cake shop had been opened a few days ago, and the uncle and aunt had already started business inside. According to Zihan's idea, the business of the sesame cake shop was very good at the moment, and the two couples were very busy. When they saw Zihan coming, they After saying hello, we started making sesame seed cakes.
Zihan stepped forward, handed the uncle a key, and said: "Uncle, this is the key to your house."
The uncle took the key with a strange look on his face and asked, "Where's Xiaoya? When I sent Little Fatty to school today, she didn't seem to go."
"Her." Zi Han lowered his eyes, but said nothing and turned around and left.
The uncle and the aunt were left looking at each other, not knowing what happened, but they had a vague hunch in their hearts. Looking at Zihan's back, it felt like they were parting forever
I wish they had thought more.
Zi Han went to Qian Liuli's house and saw that she had not returned to the house yet, so he rolled up his sleeves and planned to cook a meal for the party.
It is well known that she can't cook, but she looked a little confused. She scooped up the vegetables in the pot, put them on the plate, and smelled them carefully. Although the smell was not fragrant, it was edible.< br>
She cooked a total of four dishes, all of which were vegetables, except that the originally green vegetables now turned a little black and yellow
Putting away the dishes, he came to Xiaoya's grave in a flash, took out the table and chairs, put the dishes on the table, patted Qian Liuli, and said, "It's time to eat, these dishes were made by me. It’s not too late to kneel down after eating.”
Upon hearing this, Qian Liuli nodded slowly, raised her eyes to look at Zihan, stood up and sat at the table.
(End of chapter)