Madam's black history was picked up

Si Zhen told the story intermittently on the phone.

"In order to save us, Tianmu jumped into the sea with Yuan Shaojiu in his arms. With a bang, the person... just disappeared."

Si Tianchen stretched out his hand to cover his heart, feeling a burst of colic pain there, and Si Tianmu's immature face appeared in his mind.

A cute boy always followed behind him, calling sweetly: "Brother."

Si Tianmu's face kept changing, and every time he changed, he would smile and call out brother.

Si Tianchen blinked his eyes hard, he wanted to see Si Tianmu's face more clearly, but the more he blinked, the more blurred his vision became.

Si Tianmu's face became more and more blurred until finally he couldn't see anything.

"Tianmu!" Si Tianchen's mournful voice came from the spacious room.

Si Zhen's choked voice continued to come from the phone: "Your mother is very bad. After returning from the hospital, she went crazy and went to find Tianmu."

"No matter how hard we tried, we couldn't pull it back. In the end, Xiao Mo took the doctor to his home and gave her a tranquilizer."

"Xiao Mo gave her many psychological treatments, but none of them had much effect. Xiao Mo said that her heart disease was the sky, because she saw the sky was blown into pieces, so..."

Si Zhen was so choked up that he couldn't continue: "The sky has become an eternal pain in her heart."

Si Zhen took a deep breath: "There was really no other way, so Xiao Mo hypnotized her to make her forget the scene where the sky was blown up."

"But during the hypnosis process, your mother showed strong rejection, and Xiao Mo had to stop the hypnosis." Si Zhen sighed weakly.

"Now your mother's situation is good and sometimes bad. When it's good, she always insists that Tianmu is not dead, and he will definitely come back. When it's bad, she pulls everyone and calls Tianmu, nagging."

Si Tianchen felt sad for a while, what kind of blows did that mother, who called from time to time and asked to video with him, become like this?
Si Tianchen wiped away tears: "Dad, I'll be right back, wait for me." He jumped off the bed after speaking.

Ma Zai was sleeping soundly with his wife in his arms, when an annoying phone rang.

"Who the hell? You don't let me sleep in the middle of the night." Ma Zai cursed with his eyes closed.

"Mazi, I'll give you 10 minutes to prepare a private jet, otherwise you will continue to clean the toilet."

Ma Zai made a smart move, and he became sober in an instant. Cleaning the toilet is his permanent flaw.

"Yes, brother." Ma Zai grabbed his pants and ran out.

Si Tianchen's thoughts were pulled back by Zhang Huixin's roar.

"How many times do I have to tell you before you will believe me? My son is not dead, and he will definitely come back. Why don't you believe me?" Zhang Huixin yelled at Si Zhen hoarsely.

Si Tianchen hurried in.

"mom."

Zhang Huixin hurriedly turned her head and saw Si Tianchen behind her. She happily stood up from her chair and took Si Tianchen's hands.

"Tianmu, you're back! Why did you just come back? Mom misses you so much, woo woo woo..." Zhang Huixin threw herself into Si Tianchen's arms and burst into tears.

Just as Si Zhen was about to speak, Si Tianchen shook his head at him, and Si Zhen sighed weakly.

Si Tianchen patted Zhang Huixin's back lightly, and said in an extremely gentle tone, "Mom, I'm sorry, I made you worry again."

Zhang Huixin cried and shook her head in Si Tianchen's arms: "It's good to be back, it's good to be back."

Zhang Huixin suddenly took Si Tianchen's arms again, and looked at him with distressed expression: "Tianmu, you haven't eaten yet, mom will cook for you, okay?"

Si Tianchen smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Zhang Huixin seemed to have thought of something again, and glared at Si Tianchen angrily.

"Have you gone to drink with Xiao Mo and the others again? How many times has Mom told you to drink less alcohol, and if you drink too much, you will not be healthy, and you will get sick more when you get old, but you just don't listen."

Si Zhen turned his head away with red eyes.

Si Tianchen's eyes flickered, and he smiled obediently and nodded: "Okay, I won't drink anymore, I'll just listen to my mother."

Zhang Huixin glared at Si Tianchen reproachfully: "You kid, you know how to coax me with words. If you don't want to drink now, when the phone calls from Qian Bao and Yang Dazhuang come, you can run faster than a rabbit."

Zhang Huixin said as she turned around and entered the kitchen in the luxury ward: "You wait, mom cooks very quickly, it will be ready in a while."

Si Zhen and Si Tianchen looked at each other, and both sighed deeply.

When it came to the day of Si Tianmu's burial, the day was cloudy and the weather was gloomy. Everyone's chest felt like a huge stone was pressed against them.

Si Tianchen held a grand funeral for Si Tianmu. The funeral was held in the church, and the whole church was covered with white chrysanthemums inside and out.

Celebrities from all walks of life were invited to attend Si Tianmu's funeral. Si Tianchen also allowed reporters to attend, but they were not allowed to ask any questions, and the venue must be kept quiet.

He doesn't allow anyone to disturb his younger brother.

Xiao Mo, Qian Bao and Yang Dazhuang spontaneously stood at the ceremony banquet, and thanked the guests who came to express their condolences.

Si Zhen and Si Tianchen were dressed in black suits, standing on one side of the crystal coffin, surrounded by beautiful flowers of various colors, but inside was only Si Tianmu's suit, neatly folded and placed in the center of the crystal coffin.

Since Si Tianmu's body could not be found, Si Tianchen built a clothes tomb for him.

In order not to irritate Zhang Huixin, they did not let Zhang Huixin know that Si Tianmu was buried today, and Mrs. Zhang stayed with Zhang Huixin in the hospital.

Zhang Huixin sat quietly in the wheelchair and looked into the distance, wondering what she was thinking.

Anyajie, who is far away in the border town, has always been restless recently. Since Si Tianmu left the border town, she has been looking for something to do for herself every day.

She really had nothing to do, so she kept practicing boxing until she was exhausted and fell asleep.

Because only in this way will she not think about him, miss his sad expression, miss his cold eyes when he turned and left.

Gradually, An Yajie also got used to this kind of life, going to work, studying, and endless training. She felt that this would be fine. She would try her best to learn to forget, forget all good and bad things.

But recently, she has always been restless, unable to concentrate on listening to lectures in class, and unable to seriously teach students in the Taekwondo gym.

Although Lu Bing did not pursue her as enthusiastically as before, he still cared about her very much.

"Anya, what's the matter with you recently, I think you look very bad, are you sick?"

Anyajie shook her head absently.

"Your university course is about to take an exam, and you come to the gym to train every day. Are you too tired or stressed?"

Anyajie still shook her head. To be honest, she didn't know what was wrong with her. Anyway, no matter what she did, she couldn't concentrate. She was so tired from training that she didn't even have the strength to raise her hand, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.

Seeing that Anyajie was so depressed, Lu Bing didn't say anything to him, so he could only sigh helplessly.

"How about this, you have worked hard training students recently, I will give you a week off, you can rest at home, and come back to work after your exam is over."

Anyajie glanced at Lu Bing, and finally nodded.

Anyajie was resting at home today. In order not to let her thoughts wander, she kept finding things to do for herself. She cleaned up all the hygiene in the house, and she even dug out the cups at home and wiped them clean one by one.

When Anyajie came out of the kitchen with a clean cup, a burst of heart-piercing crying on the TV caught her attention.

The TV was broadcasting live, and the voice of a female reporter came.

"Today is the day for the funeral of Mr. Si Tianmu, the president of the Si Group. Celebrities from all walks of life are invited to attend Mr. Si Tianmu's funeral."

"Thunderbolt!" The plate in Anyajie's hand fell to the ground, and the cup on the plate fell to pieces in an instant.

Anyajie stepped on the shards of glass and ran to the TV and knelt down, staring at Zhang Huixin who was crying heart-piercingly on the TV with wide eyes.

Anyajie's heart stopped beating for a while, and she couldn't hear what the female reporter was saying, but could only vaguely hear Zhang Huixin's crying.

"Why do you want to bury my son, he is not dead, he is not dead, I forbid you to bury him! Ah... woo woo woo..."

"Tianmu, come back! Come back soon! Woooooo..."

Zhang Huixin passed out in grief, and the current people rushed to help Zhang Huixin, and the whole funeral was in chaos.

After a long time, Anyajie gasped for breath. Her heart paused for a few seconds before it started beating violently. She clutched her beating heart.

Every time the heart beat, it was like a hammer hitting her heart hard, and the pain made her almost suffocate.

What did she just hear?
"Today is the day when Mr. Si Tianmu, the president of the Si Group, is buried."

"My son is not dead, I forbid you to bury him."

"Tianmu, my son, come back, come back! Ah..."

Zhang Huixin's crying that resounded through the sky passed through Anyajie's mind.

Anyajie shook her head in disbelief: "He's dead! How is it possible! How is it possible!"

Anyajie felt that she could hardly breathe. She seemed to be short of oxygen. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't take in fresh air. The suffocating breath made her feel so uncomfortable that she was about to die.

In an instant, tears gushed out like a flood that broke the embankment: "He died? I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

Anyajie always thought that she could forget Si Tianmu, and that she could live a good life without Si Tianmu. She has been working hard to live, and she is trying hard to prove that her choice is right.

She once said to Si Tianmu: "If one day you die, I will be sad for you, but that's all, I will still live well."

However, when that day really comes...

Anyajie could no longer see the picture in front of her clearly. She suddenly realized that she could live without Si Tianmu, but her world could not live without Si Tianmu.

If Si Tianmu disappeared in this world, then what's the point of her existence?She suddenly couldn't find a reason to live.

It turned out that her love for Si Tianmu had gone deep into her bones, and she wanted to start a new life, but she was lying to herself.

An Yajie hurriedly got up from the ground and looked for her phone everywhere, but she didn't feel the glass shards stuck in her feet and hands.

She picked up the phone tremblingly, and skillfully pressed Si Tianmu's number without even thinking about it.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently active."

Anyajie didn't have time to think about it, so she hurriedly called Aya after hanging up, but the phone rang for a long time and no one answered.

Anyajie immediately called Song Ci again, but the phone rang and was hung up.

Song Ci looked at Qian Bao unhappy: "Why did you hang up on me?"

"If you dare to talk to that hard-hearted woman, we will finish the game immediately." Qian Bao showed a fierce expression to Song Ci for the first time.

Song Ci wanted to yell back, but thinking that Qian Bao was really in a bad mood these days, she bit her lip and didn't speak again.

Aya came over and patted Song Ci on the back, Song Ci pursed his lips aggrievedly, Aya looked at the painful Yang Dazhuang on the sofa, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Anyajie made several phone calls but no one answered, she immediately ran into the room to find her ID card and cash in her pocket, and ran out the door before she even had time to change her clothes.