It's all because of the blind date

Chapter 140
Uncle Li said hoarsely: "It's okay, I accidentally fell and sprained my ankle last night."

I knew that Uncle Li must have been hit too hard to stumble.

I remember the last time when Uncle Li came to see me, he was still neatly dressed, and there were still those pair of leather shoes that were given by someone at a price.

But this time, Uncle Li was not only gray-headed, his hair was not much gray, but now his head was full of gray hair.

Only then did I believe that the overnight white hair was real.

Li Shuqiang swallowed his tears and walked out of the train station step by step with my support.

After leaving the station, a new problem began to trouble me again. My rental house has been sealed and cannot be lived in. Uncle Li came to attend Li Qingqing's funeral this time. Where should I arrange him?

There seemed to be no other place to go other than the hotel.

Then I found a fast hotel for Uncle Li.Although it was very ordinary, when Uncle Li walked into the guest room and saw the simple and neat decoration inside, and the soft and clean big bed, he wiped away his tears again.

"Liangzi, this trip made you bother, what's the use of finding such a good hotel for uncle..."

I comforted Uncle Wang for a while, and found that it was really useless as he said. A man under the age of 50 lost his wife and daughter in a short period of time. Who can bear such a blow.

Although I am still young and can't empathize with the pain of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person, I feel very sad when I see it.

With double grief, I ate lunch with him.During the banquet, Uncle Li hardly moved his chopsticks, and kept drinking.

He asked me: "When can I go to see Qingqing?"

I said, "Uncle Li, do you want to take a day off first? Your ankle is sprained, so don't walk around too much, go tomorrow."

Uncle Li drank half of the white wine in the wine glass, "Liangzi, my feet are fine, I want to go and have a look after a while, I haven't seen my daughter for more than two months, I miss her."

Seeing Uncle Li's appearance, I couldn't bear to persuade him anymore, after all, Li Qingqing is his daughter.

Seeing that I nodded in agreement, Uncle Li put down his chopsticks, looked at the rice in my bowl and said to me, "Liangzi, are you full? Let's go there now."

"Okay." I said helplessly.

Driving to the funeral home, my heart became heavier and heavier as I went along.

It has been two days since I last saw Li Qingqing at the window, and I haven't seen her again.

Compared with Uncle Li's eagerness to see his daughter's body, I myself hope to escape.

What I want is a Li Qingqing who has a fresh life, a Li Qingqing who will call me "Brother Liangzi", but now...

Uncle Li got into the taxi and stared out of the window like a statue in a daze, and went all the way to the funeral home.

When Li Qingqing was pushed out of the freezer, I felt like she was an object, a piece of meat. This feeling was really scary.

Her clothes were gone, and she was covered from head to toe by a white cloth.

Uncle Li's whole body froze, he could barely move, and looked at Li Qingqing, who was two or three meters away from him, bursting into tears.

I whispered to Uncle Li that let's go and have a look, and then he raised his feet and walked forward with difficulty.

Lifting the white cloth, Li Qingqing's eyes, which were opened at the beginning, have been closed, and his two bloodless lips are tightly pressed together.

She looked very calm, as if she was asleep, but her face was pale.

Seeing his daughter lying here, Uncle Li suddenly knelt down and covered his face, weeping bitterly.

Because I have to take good care of Uncle Li, I have to hold back how uncomfortable I feel at the moment.

The last time Uncle Li came over, he knew what Li Qingqing was doing in Dongguan, but he didn't understand it in detail.

Uncle Li squatted on the ground and cried for a while, then suddenly slapped himself hard on the head, "Daughter, it's dad who is sorry for you. If dad didn't let you go to Dongguan to work, these things wouldn't have happened."

After listening to Uncle Li talking about working in Dongguan, I suddenly remembered that once in the hospital, Li Qingqing talked about her childhood dreams. She wanted to go to university and become a novelist. She said that she was very good at Chinese when she was studying.

I still remember Li Qingqing's longing eyes when he said this, and suddenly I realized something.

Part of man's destiny is destined by heaven, and part is chosen by himself, but its source is determined by others.

However, there are not so many ifs in this world, and Li Qingqing's death cannot change the fact.

Uncle Li stood up and turned to me and said, "Liangzi, I want to stay with Meng Ke for a while, you should go out first."

Before I turned to leave, I saw the faintly exposed tattoo on Li Qingqing's chest, with the word "bright" written on it.

No matter what kind of person she was, her deep affection for me is indeed true.

But I abandoned her at her last moment and cruelly abandoned her.

An hour later, Uncle Li came out from the inside. His face was ashen, his eyes were sunken, like a black hole, which made people feel frightened.

"Let's go, Ryoko."

Uncle Li finished speaking hoarsely, and walked forward by himself.

That night, I was worried about Li Shuwei's injured foot, and at the same time I was afraid that he would have a mental breakdown if he lived alone in the hotel, so I stayed with him.

Lying beside him, he kept his back to me, silent.

This night, I didn't feel sleepy at all. Until dawn, I always felt that he never closed his eyes.

Li Qingqing died in a foreign land. At the funeral, she only had one relative, one fiancé, and one friend.

In the small farewell hall, Li Qingqing was lying in a coffin, and the clothes she was wearing were bought for her by Bu Zhaorou.

Li Qingqing is very beautiful today, the scars on her face have completely disappeared under the make-up artist.

She was wearing a skirt as white as snow, which was embroidered with pure white pearls. She put both hands on her lower abdomen, serene and calm, and she could not see a trace of pain.

The lips that had lost their blood color were now painted with pink lip gloss, which was radiant and moving.She looked like a bride-to-be.

The master of ceremonies stood in front and read the same farewell speech. None of the three of us was interested in listening to what she had to say, and we all expressed our condolences to Li Qingqing in our own ways.

After the farewell ceremony, Uncle Li suddenly held on to the coffin and refused to let go. His tears flowed like broken beads on Li Qingqing's cold arms, and he kept muttering: "Daughter, how do you let Dad live in the future... ..."

I went forward to help Uncle Li, but Uncle Li was limp on the ground, watching Li Qingqing being pushed into the cremation room.Bu Zhaorou was also wiping tears with red eyes.

After the funeral, Uncle Li left the funeral home holding Li Qingqing's urn.

After a few days, Uncle Li has been tossing and wrecking. He seems to have aged ten years all of a sudden, and the wrinkles on his face have become more obvious and deep.

(End of this chapter)