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He knew that when his father was alive, rosewood was his favorite.

Therefore, no matter the table, chair, or bed in the house are made of rosewood, he turned on the lamp.

The faint light of the desk lamp illuminated the things on the bedside table.

When she saw a photo frame placed beside the bed, Qu Xiaran stretched out a hand tremblingly, and picked up the photo frame tremblingly.

He gradually brought the photo frame closer to his eyes, staring at the three smiling faces in the photo frame, his tears burst out instantly and fell down.

This is the family portrait he took when he returned to the Qu family.

Smiling faces of father and mother sitting on chairs, three brothers standing behind their parents, the elder brother is smiling, the younger brother is mischievous in his mother's arms, and he looks at the camera calmly.

This scene seems to have happened after a long time, and it seems to have happened yesterday.

As if it was a lifetime away, the people smiling in the photo are no longer in this world.

Only, leave them who can't laugh.

Qu Xiaran fell to the ground, clutching the photo frame tightly in her hand.

It was placed quietly on father's bedside table, every morning, father could see it, but tomorrow, where is the owner who will see it every day?

When Lin Weiwei walked up to the second floor, she saw the open door.

She walked over cautiously, not daring to disturb Qu Xiaran.

She came up to look for him just to know if he was okay. She was very worried about him and didn't want him to do anything stupid.

After she walked into the dark room, she saw a faint light somewhere in the room from a distance.

Through the faint light, she saw Qu Xiaran sitting on the ground with his back leaning against the bed, he was holding the photo frame in one hand, and weeping in a low voice, covering his face with the other hand.

Seeing this scene, Lin Weiwei dared not go in.

She stood quietly in a dark corner, covering her lips with her hands to keep herself from crying.

Such a sad Qu Xiaran, she really feels sorry for her.

But she didn't know how to comfort him, maybe now, what he needed most was to be alone and calm down.

After that, Steward Cui notified the third young master and second wife who were far away in the United States.

After learning about the master's accident, they all rushed to the airport quickly, rushing to take the fastest flight to the country.

When Lin Weiwei got down to the second floor, she happened to see Butler Cui get up and go to the door to open it.

Although she didn't know who came back, she knew that someone must be here.

She stood in the corridor on the second floor and didn't go down.

And in the lobby on the first floor, Xiao Beihao was brought back by special personnel.

When Old Master Qu was still alive, he arranged for Butler Cui to take Xiao Beihao home. He originally wanted the child to attend the wedding, but he didn't want to...

Thinking of this, Steward Cui felt sad in his heart.

He knew that the master wanted the young master to come back to attend the second young master's wedding, but he didn't want to attend the master's funeral instead.

"Master Beihao, you are back."

Steward Cui called out to Xiao Beihao respectfully, and then stepped out of the way to let Xiao Beihao in.

At this time, there were still men carrying luggage behind him, so Steward Cui raised his hand to signal them to take the luggage upstairs.

As soon as he entered the gate, Xiao Beihao felt that the atmosphere in the house was a bit different from usual. Although he was only four years old, he matured much earlier and knew more about his mind than his peers, so he quickly became sharper. Noticed a little difference.

It's just that he walked in calmly. However, when he saw the coffin placed in the center of the open space of the hall, his cold eyes couldn't help being a little turbulent.

He didn't rush over immediately, but stood at the entrance of the hall, staring fixedly at the coffin.

"Where's grandpa?"

The immature child's voice showed a bit of old-fashioned composure, and Xiao Beihao stood there with a cold expression, motionless.

Hearing the young master's inquiry, Steward Cui's heart became even more sour.

He knew that the person the master loved the most was the young master, and the closest person to the young master was the master. Originally, the child was already poor enough, but his father died young and his mother went crazy. Now the most beloved grandpa has also passed away. He couldn't bear to speak, and didn't know how to speak.

Butler Cui was troubled in the bottom of his heart, and couldn't bear to say, "Master...Master..."

Facing such a young child, Steward Cui didn't know how to tell him the truth cruelly. He faltered for a long time, but couldn't say a word.

"Uncle Cui,..."

Little Beihao raised his eyes rarely, and looked at Steward Cui.

Steward Cui heard the young master calling himself, and responded repeatedly, but he didn't know how to speak, so he looked at Xiao Beihao with red eyes. Part transparent liquid.

He choked up and nodded, even if he didn't say it, he knew that the clever young master had already understood the meaning in his eyes.

Sighing deeply, Steward Cui couldn't help crying again.

After seeing Steward Cui nodding vigorously, the calmness on Xiao Beihao's face loosened a bit.

After all, he is a child, no matter how lonely and cold he is, he can't keep calm.

Holding back his tears, he walked step by step towards the coffin in the middle of the hall. Steward Cui behind him saw that the young master was about to walk over, so he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Xiao Beihao's little hand, and couldn't bear to say,

"Young master, you...you'd better stop looking."

Although the master was lying in the coffin as if he had fallen asleep, the young master was still a four-year-old child after all. Butler Cui didn't want the young master to walk over and see the appearance of the master's death. He was afraid that the young master's heart would be stimulated. It will cast a bad shadow on him in the future.

However, even though Steward Cui said so, Xiao Beihao still waved his hand away, and responded hoarsely like a little adult, "I'm fine."

After saying this, Xiao Beihao continued to walk towards Mr. Qu's coffin and bowl.

Seeing the stubborn boy at the bottom walking step by step, Lin Weiwei who was standing upstairs felt distressed. She didn't know how much courage the boy had used to walk over, but she knew that the boy must be very sad in his heart.

Even though he knew that his grandfather had passed away, he insisted on seeing him.

Such stubbornness is as distressing and unbearable as when Xia Ran endured sadness.

Lin Weiwei stared blankly at Xiao Beihao below. His every move touched her heart and made her feel worried.

And when Xiao Beihao finally walked to the coffin bowl, his little hands slowly climbed to the side of the coffin.

Holding the side of the coffin, his small body approached the coffin bowl.

He lowered his eyes to look at the person inside. At this time, Old Man Qu closed his eyes peacefully, as if he had fallen asleep, but his face was much paler than before, without the slightest trace of blood, and even his lips were pale. Pale, lying in it like a statue.