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The second time Jinli met Rong Zixiu was at her mother's funeral.

She didn't get to see Qin Lan for the last time.Rongcheng does not practice the burial method of my hometown. After my mother was cremated, the funeral was held quickly.

The moment she was pulled out of the classroom by her father, she was confused.

He even asked again in a low voice in disbelief: "Who did you say...is dead?"

How could her mother die? She was only 29 years old, not even 30 years old.

But that's what happened.

My father said that when my mother was driving to buy groceries, the owner of another car coming from another intersection was in a car accident because he was drunk and driving.

Jinli cried continuously for a long time.

The room without my mother seemed like an ordinary basement, dark and damp.

How did that happen?

How can you do this.

However, Qinlan's funeral was particularly grand. People came and went in the funeral parlor. Even though Jinli was still young, she felt something was wrong.

Things shouldn't be as simple as Dad said.

This feeling deepened when I saw Rong Zixiu with an injury on his forehead and guilt, uneasiness and sadness in his eyes.

Rong Zixiu was pulled by his mother and walked to her.

Mrs. Rong looks a bit younger than her mother, very beautiful, and exudes a noble and elegant temperament.When Xiao Jinli was looking at her, she also knelt down and looked at Jinli.

There was sympathy and pity in her eyes, as well as the same guilt as Rong Zixiu. She stretched out her hand to touch Jinli's head, but the little girl stepped away first.

Mrs. Rong was a little stunned, but quickly and naturally put down her hand, and said to her in a gentle voice: "You are Lan Lan's daughter, right? Your name is Jinli, right? My surname is Lin, Lili can call me Lin from now on." Aunt."

Jinli said nothing, but there was an inexplicable persistence in his eyes.

Lin Yuqin sighed softly, her voice still gentle and comforting: "Lili, I can understand your mood. But if mother is alive, she definitely doesn't want you to be unhappy. Lan Lan lost herself to protect others. We will always remember her throughout our lives. She will always live in our hearts, right? Your teacher must have taught you these words... In any case, auntie hopes that you can grow up healthily. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to auntie. .”

Jinli set his sights on Rong Zixiu.

Looking at the little girl's cold eyes, the fear of that day seemed to hit his heart again. The heavy feeling of debt made the little Rong Zixiu's hands tremble a little. He couldn't help but say to the little girl in front of him: "sorry……"

Rong Zixiu was hurriedly taken away by Lin Yuqin.

Xiao Jinli didn't say a word until the end.

How ironic, adults only say thank you, children...

When the car accident happened, not only Qin Lan was in the car, but Rong Zixiu was also in the car.

He wanted to play outside so much, so he asked Qin Lan, who was going to buy groceries, to take him with him.Qin Lan looked at Rong Zixiu, who was as old as his daughter, and did not refuse.Rong Zixiu was sitting in the passenger seat at that time, and Qin Lan stood in front of Rong Zixiu at the critical moment.

The little girl didn't know why her father didn't tell her this, but waited until she asked.

Maybe it's because she's young.she thinks.

But Xiao Jinli couldn't help but look outside the bed curtain.There was a faint light shining in, and Jinli knew that her father was not asleep yet.

The Rong family gave them a large sum of money, more than she had ever imagined.The money was put in a bank card, and her father had been looking at it before she lay on the bed.

The little girl looked at the top of the bed again, but there was nothing around her.

In the past, her mother would sleep with her.

What would happen even if we knew the truth?

Does she want to blame the Rong family?

It was my mother who chose to save people.The teacher said that sacrificing oneself for others is a virtue worth pursuing.

Just like the boy's mother said, many people will remember their mother, right?

But what's the use of remembering, she no longer has a mother.

no more...

The little girl couldn't help but cry. She covered herself with the quilt and kept quiet without making any unnecessary noise.