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Yuan Bao brought Song Xi there, then closed the door and left. There were only four of them in the huge mortuary hall.

Ren Lina had already looked away. Song Xi was just surprised for a moment. With a calm expression on his face, he took the initiative to step forward, knelt down in front of Qiao Dingxiang's coffin, and then kowtowed three times respectfully.

She stood shoulder to shoulder with the young woman beside her, but did not look sideways. When she stood up, she nodded to Renlina and said softly: Auntie, my condolences.

Ren Lina's eyes were red and she looked away after hearing this.

Song Xi immediately cast his gaze on George Sheng's face. Without saying a word, he just quietly took out the thermos cup from his bag.

George Sheng's face turned a little pale, and there were red bloodshot eyes. Although he was so tall, he felt inexplicably lonely and pitiful.

Song Xi looked at him, and the thermos cup in his hand was stretched forward a little more, just shy of being stuffed into his hand.

The so-called silence is better than sound at this time, which is probably the feeling. She didn't speak, but he could see the softness in her eyes, which seemed to say: Drink.

George Sheng stretched out his hand and took the thermos cup. It could be said that he was a rare obedient person. Without saying anything, he unscrewed the lid and drank.

At this moment, only George Sheng himself was wondering why he still felt warm in his palms despite the thermos cup.

After a long, long time, he finally realized that it was not his palms that felt the warmth, but his heart.

Seeing him finish drinking, Song Xi put away the thermos cup, but still said nothing. George Sheng's face was always pale, his thin lips opened, and he said aloud: My sister, Qiao Aiwen.

Song Xi instinctively glanced at the young woman who was still kneeling in front of the coffin, and nodded subconsciously, Oh.

George Sheng guessed what she was thinking, so he added in a calm voice: My biological sister has the same father and mother.

As soon as these words came out, Song Xideng's expression suddenly changed and he raised his eyes to look at him.

Yes, she did think she was just a cousin of George Sheng, so she wasn't surprised that her surname was Qiao, but...

Same father and same mother? !

Not to mention that Song Xi had never heard of it, no one in the entire Ye City had ever said that George Sheng had a biological sister.

No wonder she could kneel in front of Qiao Dingxiang's body, no wonder Yuan Bao said that other relatives would meet later.

The Qiao family is too big and has too many secrets. Just throwing one out is enough to confuse someone for a few days. It took Song Xi a long time to sort out his emotions, but for a moment he didn't know what to say and could only feel an inexplicable sense of panic.

She knew too little about George Sheng. Even though she was so close to him, she still felt very far away.

George Sheng just told her without further explanation. Once no one spoke in the mortuary hall, it immediately fell into deathly silence.

After about ten minutes, there was a knock on the hall door, and Yuan Bao opened the door and walked in. He was already wearing heavy mourning clothes on his head and holding the mourning clothes of several other people in his hands.

Song Xi's mourning clothes were made according to the rules of a daughter-in-law. From head to leg, they were the same as those of her son and daughter.

We had known for a long time that Qiao Dingxiang had passed away, but this moment still made people feel sour.

Ren Lina just put the filial piety hat on Qiao Aiwen's head, and wanted to help her up, but she suddenly lost control of her emotions and threw herself in front of the coffin, as if she wanted to hug Qiao Dingxiang, crying heartbreakingly.

Song Xi was already feeling sad, but when he saw this, his eyes suddenly became foggy.

Yuan Bao looked at George Sheng, Brother Sheng, everyone has been waiting next door for a long time.

George Sheng was dressed in black and was hidden under a big white hood. The expression on his face could not be seen clearly, but he could only say in a calm voice: Bring him here.

Yuan Bao turned around and left. Song Xi stood aside and cried silently. Because the hood was too big, she didn't see when George Sheng came to her side. She only vaguely saw someone handing over a solid-color handkerchief.

Looking up, she saw George Sheng's face under her wet eyelashes.

He said to her: Stop crying.

Song Xi wanted to comfort him, but she didn't expect him to comfort her in turn. She felt sad and shed more tears.

The two stood face to face, with the double doors of the mortuary hall opening behind them. Accompanied by the sound of rain and the smell of moisture, the first thing that came into view was a wheelchair. Sitting on the wheelchair was a thin, gray-haired old man with drooping eyes. Behind him, It was a middle-aged man pushing and supporting me.

Song Xi heard the sound and looked, and George Sheng also turned his head. Starting from the first figure, in just a few dozen seconds, dozens of people filed in from outside the dark red double doors.

From the way they wear mourning, Song Xi can already tell who is the same generation as Qiao Dingxiang and who is the junior. Some of the large family members had met during the groundbreaking ceremony of Changning Hospital, and some were complete strangers. .

For Song Xi, she couldn't notice everyone at once, after all, she was a couple of dozens; but for those dozens of people, Song Xi was a completely unexpected figure - a person standing next to George Sheng. A woman with a foreign surname who wears heavy filial piety.

Song Xi didn't want to attract attention, so he lowered his gaze without any trace. Anyway, George Sheng was there. George Sheng stepped forward and greeted the old man in the wheelchair: Third Uncle.

Then he called again: Fourth uncle, sister-in-law.

George Sheng did not greet his peers who were old enough to be his parents but were brothers and sisters in terms of seniority. These people were all discerning, and they were obviously extremely curious, but no one asked any questions. When Song Xi was a transparent existence, he only stepped forward to bid farewell to Qiao Dingxiang's body according to his seniority.

Qiao Shuxin and Gu Dongxu were standing in the back. The room was full of people. Qiao Shuxin didn't notice Song Xi at first. It wasn't until she stepped forward to say goodbye that she caught a glimpse of the woman standing next to George Sheng. She took a closer look and then her expression changed.

Gu Dongxu stared intently at Qiao Dingxiang in the coffin, his eyes red. Qiao Shuxin only looked at Song Xi for two seconds. After all, she looked away without making a sound. But when she stepped aside, she immediately secretly pulled Gu Dongxu's hand. Arm, the shock is obvious.

Gu Dongxu looked calm and shook his head gently, signaling her to stay out of trouble.

After all the relatives had finished their farewell ceremony, some cousins ​​gathered around Qiao Aiwen to comfort her, and some gathered around Ren Lina to keep her company. There were also very old ones who stood in front of George Sheng and stretched out their hands gently. Pat him on the shoulder.

The old man in a wheelchair was pushed in front of George Sheng. The man behind him said, Lao Qi, my dad has something to ask you.

George Sheng looked at the old man, What's the matter, third uncle?

The old man had some difficulty speaking, but he still asked in a hoarse voice: Is there someone who I didn't introduce?

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked in this direction, and Song Xi felt an indescribable tension in his heart.

The fourth brother Qiao Dingxiang has passed away, and the second one also left a few years ago. Now even if Qiao Dingxing is the senior member of the Qiao family, if he says a word, George Sheng still has to respond.

Hearing this, George Sheng turned his head and looked at Song Xi calmly, Come here.

Song Xi raised his head, tried his best to keep his face as normal as possible, walked to him and stood next to him, George Sheng said to Qiao Dingxing: Uncle, I have never had the chance to tell everyone that I am getting married, and this is my wife, Song Xi. .”