paranormal relationship

After the funeral of their parents, a large group of people in the cemetery looked solemn and solemn, and walked away from the tombstone with heavy steps.

When they came out of the cemetery one after another and came to an open place, standing among them was a handsome boy wrapped in a black down jacket, his eyes were red and his expression was dull.

Those people started talking.

The first one to speak out was a thin, tall man in his fifties. The man's face was slightly vicissitudes, his skin was wrinkled, and his expression was serious with indescribable sadness and regret.

He didn't speak immediately, but took out an unsealed and crumpled cigarette case in the cheap black overcoat pocket, pulled out a cigarette from the case and put it near his mouth, and then used a dirty and old When the red lighter was lit, smoke could be seen rising from his nostrils and mouth.

After everyone saw him complete this series of actions, they thought he was finally going to speak. Through the smoky scene, they looked directly at the handsome face of the boy opposite, and took another breath before opening their mouths: "Xi Ran, now you My parents are gone because of a car accident, and my uncle... hey..."

The man almost choked up when he said this, in order to hide the tears that were about to overflow, he took another puff of cigarette, and said while spitting: "You also know, there are three girls and one boy in my uncle's family, the oldest one is married, and the other two daughters are still in college. , the youngest son is in high school. My uncle didn’t have much education, and he was born as a farmer. The family, old and young, live on the few acres of land in the field..."

The boy's eyes were still dull, but after the uncle's words, his expression changed obviously, and then he opened his mouth slightly with a look of understanding in his eyes, and he, who was unable to make a sound due to excessive sadness, still made a weak and small sound, But as soon as he opened his mouth, tears burst out of his eyes uncontrollably: "Uncle, I know, my family has money, so don't worry about my whereabouts."

The aunt next to the uncle kept wiping her tears with her rough and wrinkled fingers. After wiping, she wiped again, and then wiped again and again, and she saw that her eyes had been rubbed by the palm of her hand, as if she had pink eye.

Their two daughters and youngest son had almost lowered their heads to the ground, and low whimpers could be heard from around them.

After the uncle finished speaking, he began to cover his eyes with his hands and turned his back.

When everyone saw this scene, the already depressing atmosphere became even more breathless.

Standing on the sidelines watching all this silently, the middle-aged woman who was well-dressed and well-dressed spoke up. She cried before, but she didn't cry now, her eyes were red, and she held a baby who was waiting to be fed in her arms and lifted her up: "Xiran, look, my aunt's family is pretty good. Your cousin is married and now has a grandson. Although your uncle is a contractor, it is only enough to support our family of five, even a fraction of your family. Nothing compares. Although my younger brother and sister-in-law left earlier, they are the presidents of Bright Jewelry Group after all, with a net worth of over [-] million. Even if they are not here, the wealth they create is yours, and you will have nothing to worry about for the rest of your life. Don't worry about wearing it."

As soon as these words came out, some people's eyes had already moved away from the woman. The woman's son and daughter-in-law stood behind the woman, with a gesture of indifference that had nothing to do with them, and the daughter-in-law's face was handed over from all directions. The fiery eyes were a little ugly, so she hugged the child from the mother-in-law's hand: "Mom, let me hug."

In order to hide the embarrassment and inner anxiety, the daughter-in-law hugged the child and pretended to be teasing and laughing with her husband.

My uncle looked hesitant to speak, with a rather helpless face, so he took out a cigarette to stay away from the crowd, and smoked one after another.

Mu Xiran's impression of this aunt was neither good nor bad. When he saw the indifferent attitude of his aunt and cousins, and heard his aunt shirking the responsibility of raising them with a jealous tone, his heart suddenly turned cold. At the same time, I remembered what my aunt's family did.

At this time, a man in his thirties said next to Mu Xiran: "Xiran, uncle wants to support you very much, but I am now in the stage of starting a business, and I have a girlfriend who plans to get married next year. Your grandmother is getting old." , I have to rely on myself for everything. If you are willing to be with me, I will discuss it with your aunt, and if she agrees, we will temporarily raise you until you become an adult. "

The uncle's words were pleasant to the ear, and Mu Xiran could hear the uncle's tone of more than enough heart but not enough energy. Mu Xiran, who had been crying silently, now only had red nose and red eyes, and a pair of white and tender eyes. His little face was flushed from the cold, and he said empathetically, "Uncle, thank you for your kindness. I told you that my family is rich, so there will naturally be a place to go."

Mu Xiran replied stubbornly, it is true that the family has money, but now that his parents are gone, he doesn't know what will happen to the group in the future, and what will happen to his parents' money. Generally speaking, his future is still bleak.

Uncle, aunt, and uncle finished talking, and Mu Xiran's closest relatives were basically gone, and most of the rest were relatives and friends far away from home, as well as employees, colleagues, and shareholders of his parents' company.

It was already the twelfth lunar month of winter, the weather was extremely cold, and the weather in Beijing was below zero, and the Chinese New Year would be in half a month.

A gust of cold wind blew, and everyone wrapped up their black coats and down jackets tightly.

Someone in the crowd yelled, "Have the child's whereabouts and raising issues been arranged? It's almost noon, and it's cold here. How many people will catch a cold if we stand like this!"

It was none other than the person in charge of arranging the funeral. He was in his 50s, his face was covered with wrinkles from the years, he was short and overweight, but he had a serious face and a loud and high voice, giving people A powerful aura that cannot be ignored.

"Yeah, let's go, I won't eat lunch, my son is still waiting for me to go back and cook."

Another middle-aged woman spoke, and she withdrew from the crowd as she spoke.

"I'm going home too, it's too cold here."

"No, I can't stand the cold. There are endless tombs around, and the gloomy weather makes it look eerie even in the daytime."

"It's so cold..."

The originally dense crowd scattered in all directions, and there were not many left.

Those who can stay are Mu Xiran's closest relatives and friends. Seeing that many people are clamoring to leave, Mu Xiran can only watch helplessly, and the sadness deep in his heart begins to spread throughout his body.

Beautiful in life, sad after death.

No matter how rich and powerful your parents were before they were alive, and how many people fawned on them, they are like dust in the wind after death, and they are like a grass that no one cares about.

I can't help but sigh again, it turns out that human life is so small, a living flesh and blood body, as long as the eyes are closed and the breath is stopped, it is a pile of bones.I can no longer see the prosperity of the world, and I will sleep forever underground, accompanied by the soil.

The more I think about it, the sadder I am, the sadder I am, the more I want to cry, the more I want to cry, the tears can't stop flowing out, Mu Xiran's tears are like broken beads, falling down patter.

The uncle who saw this scene rushed to his side, grabbed him into his arms, and the two began to hug each other and cry.

Everyone's tears that had been stopped at this moment all fell down without disappointment, even the aunt's family was all bowing their heads and wiping away their tears.

"Poor child, he lost his parents at such a young age, what will he do in the future..."

"That's right, how big is it?"

"16 years old, not an adult."

……

In this way, because of the support obligation, everyone did not give Mu Xiran the most reliable result in the end, and the relatives all returned to the big restaurant ordered by the company's vice president Han Jun for lunch.

Because Mu Xiran was overly sad, his aunt helped him into the restaurant the whole time.

After everyone made arrangements, Han Jun called Mu Xiran aside alone, "Xiran, come with me." He led him into a private room and closed the door behind him.

Mu Xiran, who followed Han Jun all the way, was full of surprises. The two of them didn't realize that the four members of the aunt's family not far away were looking in their direction with suspicious eyes.

Han Jun walked to the sofa and sat down, stretched out his hand to greet Mu Xiran, and patted the empty seat next to him: "Come and sit, I have something to tell you."

When Mu Xiran was alone with a stranger at the beginning, he was inevitably a little nervous and cautious, but listening to Han Jun's gentle voice and watching him gently pat the sofa, he immediately developed a good impression of this strange man, because the opposite party The man looks like a kind and kind face, so he relaxes his vigilance.

He walked slowly to Han Jun and sat down, and heard Han Jun speak in his ear with a gentle and friendly voice: "Xiran, I was your father's best friend during his lifetime, and also a business partner. I'm really sad and sorry about the news of your parents' death. Seeing that none of your uncles, aunts, and uncles are willing to take you in and raise you, I am willing to raise you. What do you think?"

After hearing the words "I am willing to raise you", Mu Xiran suddenly re-examined Han Jun beside him with unbelievable eyes. He simply thought that this uncle was really a good man, and he was filled with infinite gratitude.He has no blood relationship with him, but he is willing to support him, how can there be such a good person in the world.

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