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In Beijing this year, autumn came earlier than before.

It's only October, and there's the coolness of autumn.

On the day of the funeral, there was a light drizzle in the sky, and it fell on the face of the person. For a while, it was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears.

After the closure of An's business, there were fewer people interacting with An's family, and many relatives also cut off contact since then, fearing that they would be affected.

In the past few years, An's family lived in peace, and An Yiming didn't have many friends.

The people who came to express their condolences were friends who played chess and chatted with An Yiming every day, their hearts were too heavy, and no one could say much words of comfort.

But after putting the white chrysanthemum in his hand in front of the tombstone, when passing by Li Xiangyun and An Xiaoyue, he sighed and said, "My condolences."

After Li Xiangyun woke up in the hospital, he accepted the fact that An Yiming had passed away.

Unexpectedly, she was also unusually calm.

She calmly explained how An Xiaoyue would organize the funeral, she said, "Your father is getting older now and doesn't like excitement, so the funeral should be kept simple."

She said, "He doesn't like to owe favors to others in his life, so he doesn't need to notify too many people."

She said, "In fact, your father has always had a knot in his heart. He always felt that the bankruptcy of An's company was his fault, which made his health worse and worse."

She said, "Actually, everyone thought your father was looking away, and his mind was light and he didn't care about it. In fact, only I know that he has always looked down on him."

She said, "It's fine if you leave, you don't have to suffer if you leave."

Aunt Chen also came, and she has been standing beside Li Xiangyun to support her and accompany her.

The mourners dispersed one by one.

An Xiaoyue stood in the rain dressed in black, her face was calm, her eyes neither sad nor happy.

She watched the people come and go until they were the only ones left.

Zhu Yueyun walked to her side and said softly, "Yueyue, my condolences."

An Xiaoyue didn't speak, but stared straight at the black and white photo of An Yiming on the tombstone.

The misty rain slowly began to fall heavily.

Aunt Chen has been standing next to Li Xiangyun holding an umbrella for her.

An Xiaoyue turned her head and said softly to her, "Aunt Chen, please send my mother back first."

Li Xiangyun didn't move, looked at the tombstone and murmured, "I want to be with your father again."

"Mom, it's raining." An Xiaoyue said softly, "Father doesn't want you to get wet."

Hearing this, Li Xiangyun lowered his gaze, with deep sadness in his eyes.

She took a deep look at An Yiming's posthumous photo, then followed Aunt Chen away.

An Xiaoyue turned around and walked towards the man beside her, smiling slightly, "Brother Ji Huai, thank you for coming to my dad's funeral, the funeral is over, you should go back first."

Ji Huai looked at her with deep worry, "Xiaoyue, I can stay here to help you."

An Xiaoyue shook her head, "No need Brother Ji Huai, you have already helped me a lot."

Ji Huai rushed over immediately after learning the news of An Xiaoyue's father's death, and accompanied An Xiaoyue to organize the funeral together with Zhu Yueyun.

He couldn't imagine what kind of strong heart An Xiaoyue, who had just faced the pain of bereavement, was bearing all of this, arranging everything silently by herself.

"Xiaoyue, don't treat me like an outsider." Ji Huai looked at her haggard face and said distressedly, "As long as you need it, I will do my best to help you."

An Xiaoyue raised her head and smiled palely, "Brother Ji Huai will help me with this, please go back first? I want to be alone with my father for a while."

Ji Huai looked at her as stubborn as ever, and couldn't say anything more.

Before leaving, he said, "If you need me, I will always be there."

"Thank you Brother Ji Huai." She said softly.

After Ji Huai left, only Zhou Linran and Zhu Yueyun were left in the cemetery.

An Xiaoyue turned her head to look at Zhu Yueyun, who immediately guessed her intentions and said before she could speak, "Don't try to drive me away, I won't leave! I want to stay with you! "

An Xiaoyue sighed softly, "Junyun, I want to stay by myself for a while, is that okay?"

Zhu Yueyun walked up to her with a worried face, and whispered to her in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Yueyue, you just got out of the hospital a few days ago, and your body is not yet fully recovered. It will hurt your body if you are exposed to the rain like this." very big!"

"I'm fine now." An Xiaoyue said with a wry smile, "I just want to have a few words with my father alone."

"Then I'll stay with you." Zhu Yueyun insisted, "I'll watch you from a distance, so I won't disturb you."

An Xiaoyue fixed her eyes on Zhou Linran who had been silent not far away, "Can you please help me to send Yunyun back?"

Zhou Linran nodded knowingly, and walked to Zhu Yueyun, "Give her a little time and let her be quiet."

Zhu Yueyun couldn't hold her back, and although she was extremely worried, she was dragged away by Zhou Linran.

An Xiaoyue was the only one left in the huge cemetery.

The drizzle fell on the body, and it was a bit cold.

She squatted in front of An Yiming's tombstone, leaning her head gently on the tombstone, as if leaning on her father's shoulder.

She said nothing, but shed tears silently.

My heart is so heavy that even breathing has become a luxury.

At this moment, she finally realized.

An Xiaoyue, there is no father anymore.

The drizzle was hazy, hitting her long eyelashes, and then streaming down the corners of her eyes.

Rain and tears mixed together and slid down on the cold stone tablet.

There was a slight sound of footsteps.

A bouquet of white chrysanthemums is placed in front of the tombstone.

An Xiaoyue raised her eyes slightly, and in front of her eyes was a pair of shiny black leather shoes, which looked spotless even in rainy days.

She watched the other party leaning on a black cane and bowed deeply towards the tombstone a few times. She didn't speak, and he didn't speak first.

Gong Yumo gave the person holding the umbrella a wink, and the man immediately understood, he walked towards An Xiaoyue holding the umbrella, and put the umbrella on top of her to prevent her from being caught in the rain.

Even though the rain didn't hit her, An Xiaoyue still felt a chill sweeping through her body.

She blinked, and looked at Gong Yumo through the hazy drizzle.

"My dad used to like you a lot." She said softly, "He thinks that although you were born into a family, you have a good character and good temper. "

"He said, even if you are not the heir of the Gong family, even if you are just an ordinary person, he is willing to let me marry you."

"My dad also said that although he didn't do anything big in his life, he has good eyesight on people." An Xiaoyue smiled lightly, making it hard to tell if it was a sneer or a mockery, "He said, you He must be a gentle and upright gentleman, worthy of entrustment."

She looked up at Gong Yumo with a smile on her face, her eyes were cold, "Aren't you ridiculous? My dad may not know what kind of person you are until he dies!"

"My dad always defends you and speaks for you. He understands and tolerates you! But what about you?" She asked with a sneer, "Gong Yumo, do you think you deserve it?"