domestic violence man

On the day of Jiang Yan's father's funeral, only a few bosses from the business field came, and then there were the three siblings of the Jiang family, and their mother.

After the farewell ceremony, four people who were related to Jiang's father's blood went up the mountain to the cemetery. Jiang Yan walked in front, and the sky was lightly raining. Neither Jiang Yi nor Jiang Li cried, and there was only grief on their faces.

And Jiang Yan hugged his father's urn, weeping silently, unwilling to let Bai Fujie see it.

Bai Fujie is unexpectedly calm today.

At the beginning, the three siblings were worried that their mother would not be able to accept it. Unexpectedly, Bai Fujie's mood remained very stable. Standing in front of the mourning hall, she bowed and thanked everyone who came to see her off.

After going up the stairs to the cemetery, Jiang Yan raised his eyes, but saw an unexpected person.

Luo Chang'ai was wearing a small black skirt, and was holding the hand of the man beside him. She waved the other hand at Jiang Yan: "Daddy..."

"Why is it Mr. Luo..." Jiang Yan and Jiang Li were also a little surprised.

And Bai Fujie just kept silent, her face was not as harsh as before, her gray temples made her look much older.

"Mom...Jiang Yi...Jiang Li...I'm here to see Dad off." Luo Ran stepped forward and greeted the three of them calmly.

Bai Fujie kept silent, squatted down slowly, looked at Luo Chang'ai: "Xiao Ai has grown taller..."

Luo Ran had a sore nose, and her heart was full of bitterness.

In this world, even life and separation are nothing compared to the sorrow of death.

In the face of life and death, all the past is like this gust of wind and this layer of clouds, which may dissipate and fade away at any time.

Jiang Yan looked at Luo Ran with reddish eyes, his voice trembling slightly: "Thank you..."

Luo Ran patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, the burial staff are already waiting..."

The urn was properly placed in the tomb. Jiang Yan lit the sandalwood in front of him and delivered it to everyone. Luo Jiangai opened her eyes wide and stared at Jiang Dechang's photo on the tombstone, and asked Luo Ran softly: "Dad...Grandpa Are you not coming back?"

Luo Ran put the lit incense into her daughter's hand and touched her head: "Grandpa has gone to a very beautiful and wonderful place, we will light this and bless him."

The child didn't understand the meaning of death, so he just nodded ignorantly, imitating Jiang Yan, put the sandalwood in the incense burner, and clasped his hands together: "The little love hopes that grandpa can be happy forever..."

After hearing this, Jiang Yan picked up his daughter and put his head on Luo Chang'ai's shoulder.

"Daddy...Daddy, don't cry..."

"Although you don't want Xiao Ai, Xiao Ai still likes you..."

Luo Jiangai stroked Jiang Yan's back with her fat little hands, comforting him in a childish voice.

Only then did Jiang Yan raise his head, with tears on his face.

"Daddy doesn't want Xiao Ai... Daddy only wants Xiao Ai to be a daughter..."

"I don't want any other children's fathers..." Jiang Yan kissed Luo Jiang Aixiang's soft face.

Bai Fujie looked at the father and daughter, full of relief: "The old man is gone, but if he sees it from the sky, he will feel at ease."

"Mom..." Jiang Yan choked with sobs and hugged Bai Fujie, and then held Jiang Li's hand: "From now on, we must work hard to be worthy of our father."

Hearing this, Jiang Yan looked at the heavy tombstone and said in a low voice: "Dad, my son has no one who lost you...Don't worry..."

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and a beam of sunlight shone on the tombstone through the clouds. Jiang Dechang's outline in the photo seemed to soften, as if he was watching the scene of family reunion, which was extremely warm and peaceful.

After the memorial ceremony, Luo Ran and Jiang Yan walked in the park next to the cemetery. After walking around for so long, Luo Ran never imagined that one day he and Jiang Yan could walk in such a peaceful manner.

Jiang Yan has obviously matured a lot, and his eyes show firmness from time to time. The childish dude seems to have disappeared, and the entanglement between the two of them is like a dream in the pan, which makes Luo Ran both sad and grateful.

"Next, what are your plans?"

He asked the young man beside him.

Jiang Yan looked at the maple trees on both sides of the stone road, and responded calmly: "I have already handed over everything about the company to Jiang Yi and Jiang Li..."

As he spoke, he hesitated again: "I'm going to...go to New York..."

"To New York?" Luo Ran stopped in her tracks.

"Yes." Jiang Yan nodded: "I always feel that there are still many things I don't know, maybe it's because I'm older...the more I live, the more confused I feel..."

Luo Ran raised the corners of her lips slightly after hearing this, "Yes, I often feel this way too..."

Jiang Yan looked at a piece of red maple, which landed on Luo Ran's shoulder, and approached him, brushing off the maple leaf for him: "Luo Ran, thank you..."

"I didn't expect that you would bring your daughter here."

Luo Ran stared at the half-red maple leaf in his hand: "It should be, Xiao Ai also misses her grandpa."

He paused, and then asked Jiang Yan: "Between you and Tan Tianzheng..."

Before he could say anything, he saw the young man's panic for a moment. He was taken aback for a moment before changing his words: "I just want to ask... are you okay?"

Jiang Yan shook his head and showed a smile: "In fact, many times, I don't know whether I am good or not..."

"I always wonder, what's the worst?"

"But I can't figure it out, I think it might just be what I am now..."

Luo Ran looked at him with a somewhat sad expression, and understood his mood at the moment best.

"Are you... and that poor boy... okay?" Jiang Yan turned around and asked.

"Not good." Luo Ran had no expression on his face, but Jiang Yan understood that the calmer he was, the worse the situation would be.

"he…"

"he's gone."

Luo Ran looked at Jiang Yan firmly: "You are right, the two of us are not from the same world."

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes after hearing this, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"Actually... There are no so-called rules and regulations about emotional matters... Just like me, I never thought that I would meet Tan Tianzheng in this life."

Jiang Yan's eyes were still red and swollen, and in the slightly cold autumn wind, there was a trace of sadness: "He treated me to death... After I separated from you, every day I think about how to live a happy life, drunk and dreaming..."

"But a lot of times, things like feelings are erratic. I don't know when...where...that person I'll fall in love with..."

"But when you really understand, you lose everything."

Jiang Yan smiled wryly, and stated in a nonchalant tone, but the expression on his face made people feel bitter.

Luo Ran didn't ask any more questions, but only told: "Remember to come back and have a look after you go out, Xiao Ai is still waiting for you... The closest people to my daughter are the two of us..."

"Mom's getting older too... You stay outside, take care of yourself, she's left with you, Jiang Yi, and Jiang Li now."

Hearing what he said, Jiang Yan's eyes turned red again: "Luo Ran... Thank you... Really thank you, I never thought that you still treat me as a family..."

"What's this called?" Luo Ran shook her head: "As long as we have a daughter, we will always be one family."

Jiang Yan's heart that had been exhausted for the past few days finally relaxed a lot. His eyes lit up, and he said softly: "I lost everything, but I was forgiven by my family. This time...it was worth it."