Kiss!

Early the next morning, the two came to the hospital.

Compared with three years ago, Zhuang Xue was much older. Although she was only in her sixties, she looked like she was in her seventies. Her cheeks were deeply sunken, her skin was morbidly pale, and her lips were a little pale. Purple.

Probably because she knew that Qin Rao was coming to see her, Zhuang Xue deliberately took care of herself today, her gray and sparse hair was combed neatly behind her head.

"Thank you for visiting me."

"Should come." Qin Rao said lightly.

No matter what happened in the past, it should be treated as hospice care, that's what Qin Rao thought before coming here.

Just don't know why?The moment she saw Zhuang Xue, she seemed to be relieved all at once.

It's not for others, it's just for Shen Xun. His psychological burden is too heavy, and she needs her to help him relieve it.

"Where do you know?" Zhuang Xue asked.

Qin Rao: "He's waiting outside."

Zhuang Xue nodded and said after a long while: "I have wanted to see you for a long time, but I know he disagrees. In the past two years, I have thought a lot, and now I look back at the things I did before. Even I can’t understand it myself.”

Qin Rao didn't answer, and looked at her calmly.

"Back then..." Zhuang Xue paused, "I wanted to protect him so much, I just..."

"Needless to say," Qin Rao interrupted her, "I don't want to mention the past."

Zhuang Xue looked at her and nodded, and continued: "I should apologize to you and your father seriously, but I can't even get out of bed now..."

She babbled a lot, but she was exhausted. After the conversation lasted for half an hour, she was already exhaling more and breathing less.

"Help me... tell him to come in." Zhuang Xue said intermittently.

Qin Rao nodded, and when she walked to the door, Zhuang Xue spoke again.

"Thank you, really... thank you." Zhuang Xue choked up, "I'm relieved."

Qin Rao lowered her eyes, her eyes flickered, she opened the door and walked out without looking back.

On the row of chairs in the corridor, Shen Xun sat there quietly. The two looked at each other without speaking. They just exchanged a look, and Shen Xun opened the door and went in.

Zhuang Xue left that afternoon.

Without any regrets.

The one-day vacation Qin Rao asked for was not enough. After all, it was a funeral. The director expressed his understanding and asked her to finish the work before going back, and rush to make up the missing scenes later.

The funeral was held on the third day after Zhuang Xue's death.

Everything is kept simple, there is no memorial service, only a farewell ceremony for relatives and friends, followed by cremation and burial.

It was snowing that day.

At the funeral, Zhuang Mengshi tried his best to restrain his grief, Qin Rao stood beside him and supported him, with bodyguards behind him holding umbrellas for them.

Qin Rao held the old man's hand, sending the white-haired man to the black-haired man, even if the daughter was not so upbeat, it was still a heart-piercing pain.

The old man seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end he just waved his hand with tears in his eyes, took the umbrella and staggered away.

Looking at the back, it seems to be two years older.

Such weather and atmosphere are always depressing. Qin Rao is more worried about Shen Xun's situation than the old man.

From Zhuang Xue's death to his burial, he didn't shed a single tear, but the frequency of speaking became significantly less.

Qin Rao will be returning to the set tomorrow.

At night, the two fell asleep together as usual, but in the middle of the night, Qin Rao woke up suddenly, touched the quilt next to him, it was already cold.

She was Shen Xun who was standing at the stairs.

He sat on the sofa in the living room with his head down, his arms hanging between his legs, and a cigarette between his fingers.

There was no light in the living room, only a ray of fire between his fingers and the lights of Wanjia among the tall buildings behind him.

From Zhuang Xue's death to now, Qin Rao finally saw sadness from him.

Hearing footsteps, Shen Xun raised his head, put out the cigarette in the ashtray, "Why are you awake?"

His voice was very dry and hoarse, and he didn't know how many cigarettes he had smoked.

Qin Rao walked over and stood in front of him.

Still with his head down, he stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and slowly rested his head on her stomach.

Qin Rao stroked the light hair on the back of his head, repeatedly.

"Cry," she said.

He really cried, silently, Qin Rao could only feel it from the wet clothes.

"I thought I wouldn't cry." Shen Xun's voice was very low, "I hated her once, but it gradually faded away. It made me feel sorry for you, but I couldn't control it. Am I really very sad? Useless? Didn’t make a good son, and didn’t make a good husband either.”

When people are sad, they always become particularly vulnerable, and when those threads buried in the bottom of their hearts start to wreak havoc, it is especially easy for people to get into a dead end.

He thought about it all night, as smart as he was, but he fell into the mud helplessly, he couldn't find his way around, and no one could help him.

"Hush," Qin Rao caressed the back of his neck, "I am the only one with the right to say whether you are a good husband or not. You are the best husband in the whole world. As for whether you are a good son or not, I am just all of them." All proud of you."

After hearing her words, he seemed to cry even more sadly, his body trembling slightly.

Qin Rao stroked, stroked, from the back of his head to his neck, stroking and comforting him.

"Husband, hatred will dissipate with time, and I am the same. I once felt sorry for my father, but after thinking about it, he loves me so much, he must be reluctant to let me be trapped in hatred. I love you so much, so it is the same. , the person I want you to let go of most is actually me."

Shen Xun wrapped his arms around her waist, buried his face in his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "She told me everything."

Qin Rao's hand paused, but only for a moment, and she continued to stroke his head comfortingly, "Well, I lied to her."

She knew what she said, she told Zhuang Xue a white lie, saying that she was pregnant, that's why she left so carelessly.

If she hadn't chosen to come back, Zhuang Xue's unfulfilled wish before his death would definitely be his regret in this life.

But not only did she come back, she also showed her wounds to others.

Shen Xun tightened his arms and gritted his teeth. Thinking of the unborn child, his body trembled uncontrollably.

The death of a loved one is never a downpour, but a long and humid life.

In the evening of the next day, Shen Xun sent Qin Rao to the plane and returned to the crew to continue filming.

Yuzu is still her assistant, but the assistant who took over from before is also there, and the workload shared by the two of them is much smaller. Yuzu can go back to Dongcheng to live for ten days a month. According to her, this is called Xiaobiesheng newlyweds.