Reincarnated wives please stop pestering me

Chen Deshui chuckled, and stroked Xiaoping's head.

said softly.

"You... just be someone who is worthy of yourself. I have already regarded you as my own child, so how could I let you suffer. Live happily, don't need to be too great, but please feel at ease."

Chen Deshui, who seemed a little tired, sat back in his wheelchair.

The head can only be leaned back on the wheelchair.

Looking at the tops of the plane trees.

Look at the swaying dead leaves.

Whisper softly.

"But please feel at ease..."

"But please feel at ease..."

"But please feel at ease..."

The dead leaves fell, and the old man's hands hung down feebly.

Xia Chen stared blankly in that direction.

Xiaopingan hugged the old man's legs, knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

The young nurse turned her back, and she couldn't wipe away her tears with tissues.

And Cao Qingyi hugged herself.

Xia Chen looked at it for a long time.

In the end, there was only time to say a word.

"Go."

91 Always love me──

Chen Deshui's mourning hall is located in Shenshan Temple.

Xia Chen, as Chen Deshui's only real life friend, naturally arranged for this matter.

Of course, Bai Xi's help is indispensable. Bai Xi is more familiar with Shenshan.

Even the funeral home and the cemetery to be buried have been contacted.

It's just that other things have to be done according to the procedure.

Xia Chen didn't think about making it too heavy. Chen Deshui also said that everything should be kept simple.

At this time, there is no need to make any gimmicks.

A photo of Chen Deshui was displayed in the mourning hall.

Xiaopingan stood in the mourning hall and was in charge of receiving those who came to express their condolences.

The little novice has become very strong. Although his eyes are still red and swollen, he still bows politely to those he knows.

When they bowed for Chen Deshui's body.

Xiaopingan would also kneel down and kowtow.

I invited several masters from Shenshan to play music, and there is not much to say.

Xia Chen just helped out, said a few words, and then watched those people come and go.

An old man is the director of the orphanage.

He is also an old man who has dealt with Chen Deshui a lot.

The tearful old man held Xia Chen's hand and kept talking about how Chen Deshui has been and how much money he has donated over the years...

such words.

In fact, people who come and go say the same thing.

Express your friendship, and miss it. In fact, everyone is not very good at words. Xia Chen has no concept of making friends through this matter. He just doesn't want Chen Deshui to go away.

.

Well done, this last way.

Cao Qingyi has been with Xia Chen all the time.

Xia Chen was busy, so she followed suit to help out. In fact, she didn't know how to do many things.

For example, the decoration of the mourning hall, the things to be prepared, and what other people should give back when they come to mourn, she doesn't know these things, but her boyfriend can handle all these things

well organized.

While being relieved, he couldn't help but see a side of this young man that he had never seen before.

He's responsible, he's serious, he really doesn't talk much these days.

At the same time, it also shows that this boy whose expression is not too sad from the beginning to the end is actually really sad.

until nightfall.

Xiaopingan finally couldn't bear it anymore, dozed off on the sofa, and then fell asleep.

Xia Chen draped a blanket over him, and then sat in the mourning hall of Shenshan Temple.

At this point there is no one else.

The master who made the soundtrack couldn't bear it, and Chen Deshui had no children under his knees, and no one kept a vigil for him except Xiaopingan. In this era, everyone is busy, and there is a smiling portrait of Chen Deshui in the small mourning hall

.

In front of the coffin, Xia Nuo was the only one left sitting on the long bench, smoking a cigarette and looking at the starry sky above his head.

The weather is still cold at night, but Xia Chen's heart is extraordinarily quiet.

Quiet like this world, nothing, white and clean.

Xia Chen smoked a cigarette, turned around again, and looked at the coffin behind her.

Inside lay Chen Deshui wearing a shroud.

In fact, this time is really not good-looking, and children may even find it a little scary when they see it.

But this is the custom of Shenshan. The deceased will be placed in the coffin in the mourning hall for friends and relatives to pay their respects to the remains.

road.

At least get out of the street.

This means sending the dead to the cycle of rebirth.

There was nothing special about the subsequent burial.

At this time, Xia Chen smiled when facing Chen Deshui's 'residence', which had no response.

"You are right, you are still so comfortable and relaxed. After you leave, we will be the ones who are busy."

He took a puff on his cigarette and watched the smoke drift to the top of the coffin, then slip through the cracks.

"It's more fun when you're around. Look, what's the point of leaving me alone to say something I don't understand. You guys... you don't want to work hard for yourself."

Xia Chen rambled on something.

It doesn't really matter, and there will be no response.

He just remembered Chen Deshui's last sentence.

"But please feel at ease."

"And are you really at ease? How does it feel when you feel at ease?"

After living for so many years, Xia Chen suddenly felt that she didn't really understand what peace of mind was.

"Xia Chen..."

There was a sound from outside.

Xia Chen was so surprised that Chen Deshui couldn't stand his nagging and came back to life.

Then I realized that the sound was coming from outside.

Xia Chen looked over and saw the pretty Cao Qingyi standing outside, rubbing his sleepy eyes and looking at him.

For the past two days, Cao Qingyi was allowed to rest at the hotel under the mountain, because Cao Qingyi spent a lot of time with him during the day, so he didn't expect that the other party would come over so late.

"Why don't you sleep on the bottom?"

Cao Qingyi walked over gently, and the girl wrapped in a down jacket felt a little mellow.

It has a vivid beauty that doesn't match the desolate scenery here, lively and lovely.

"I'll come and see you... Do you want to go and rest?"

Cao Qingyi stood in front of Xia Chen, looked at the young man sitting on the bench, and lowered his head slightly to look down at his raised face.

There is a smile on the corner of the mouth.

Xia Chen sighed, then put his arms around Cao Qingyi.

His head rested on Cao Qingyi's waist.

The girl's tender palm caressed Xia Chen's head, her fingers running through his hair.

"What's the matter?"

the girl asked softly.

Xia Chen shook her head.

The voice became muffled at the opponent's waist.

"It's nothing... I just feel that it's quite desolate. You see, when Chen Deshui was alive, he didn't get so much attention. After he left, so many people came to express their condolences."

The girl thought about it.

"That's because Grandpa Chen is worth it... Although I don't have much money, I am willing to donate it to help those orphans. I didn't leave anything behind, but... I put such a warm power

stay.Because of him, Ping An will be a kind and upright person in the future, and because of him, the lives of many orphans have been improved.That's enough.Should be happy, right? "

Xia Chen nodded.

Then Cao Qingyi lowered his head, held Xia Chen's face, and rubbed it gently.

"I know you are a little sad. Although I don't know why you have friendship with Grandpa Chen, but... it must be someone you cherish. It doesn't matter. Mom told me when Grandpa passed away. We

Life is a train.Some people reach the end of the journey, and they will get off halfway, but there will also be people who keep getting on and appearing in our lives.We still have the journey, and the next

One stop, there are new friends, you still have me, at least you still have me, right? "

Xia Chen, who felt a lot weaker, stood up.

Hold the girl in his arms.

"very nice…"

Cao Qingyi wrapped his hands around the boy's waist.

Leaning against his broad chest, she nodded listening to his heartbeat.

"Yes, everyone will be fine. You should be fine too, and you must always love me."

92 Leung Nianxing ([-])─

Liang Nianxing, 25 years old.