After stealing the baby of the president, he asked me to sing conquest every night

Until dinner, Xi Yunmiao was still immersed in the memories of Meng Jinglin. Xi Ruiqing helped Mommy serve soup and pick up vegetables, "Mommy, Uncle Meng is watching you from the sky. He wants you to eat and drink well. Live well."

Xi Ruiqi also agreed, "Uncle Meng loves Mommy the most, and wants Mommy to be happy every day."

Xi Yunmiao sipped the soup her son handed over. Meng Jinglin had said these words repeatedly, and the words were very profound. At this moment, when she heard her sons and daughters say such words, her thoughts drifted away, as if Meng Jinglin was lying in front of her right now. , talking to him with a sick face, every sentence was broken and crumbled, afraid that she would not remember, and that she would have a bad life in the future.

The two children chattered and chatted without disturbing Mummy's thoughts. The meal was eaten slowly, and they all recalled and missed Meng Jinglin in their own ways.

After dinner, Xi Ruiqing took the initiative to clean up the dishes, and Xi Yunmiao lay quietly on the bed alone, without working overtime or drawing pictures, but was busy thinking about Meng Jinglin.

She called Gu Wenlun and asked about Meng Jinglin's funeral. When she learned that the funeral was scheduled for the day after tomorrow, she burst into tears, "Have you seen him for the last time?"

"No, his parents returned home with his ashes. Except for his parents, we have never seen him. We haven't seen him since he went abroad. Once I went abroad and wanted to meet him, but he refused. Maybe it's because I don't want me to see him look too sick."

Xi Yunmiao fell silent, imagining in his mind how Meng Jinglin's last days would wither away like withered grass.

Gu Wenlun didn't know what to say for a moment, and he said after a while, "Are you coming to the funeral?"

"En." Xi Yunmiao responded.

"Where are you now? If it's convenient, I'll ask my wife to accompany you."

"I want to be alone." Xi Yunmiao paused because of sobs, and after a few seconds, said, "Can I go and see him tomorrow?"

"Okay, I'll take you there tomorrow." Gu Wenlun agreed without hesitation.

The two children were playing outside, Xi Yunmiao was alone in the bedroom, and no one disturbed her. At this moment, all her thoughts belonged to Meng Jinglin. She thought she was gradually forgetting him, not to mention him, and deliberately avoided recalling him. , but when he passed away, missing her like a flood of beasts.

A person breathed silently, shed tears silently, until the whole city fell asleep, and her mind was still like a racetrack, where Meng Jinglin was running wildly.

At dawn, she opened her eyes in a daze, and felt something lying on her body. Xi Ruiqing's childish laughter came, "Mommy, your eyes are not beautiful enough."

Xi Yunmiao's voice was hoarse, "Why?"

"Did you cry last night? Is Mommy going to Uncle Meng's funeral? Can you take Qi Bao and me there? Let's go with Mommy to see Uncle Meng on his last journey."

Xi Yunmiao rubbed her eyes and pinched her son's little face, feeling warm in her heart, "Okay, thank you son, thank you for understanding Mommy."

"However, after Uncle Meng's funeral, Mommy will just be our Mommy, and we will start a new life, just like Uncle Meng expects, live your own life, okay?"

After saying a few words, Xi Yunmiao's eyes became moist again, and she squeezed out a smile, "I think I am very happy, because you love me."