Mr. Mo’s funeral.

Xiao Jingyuan held his mother's urn and walked up the bluestone steps. At the end of the steps would be his mother's future residence.

The sandalwood box was heavy, and Xiao Jingyuan held it tightly. He seldom took the initiative to hug his mother, and he had never hugged her for as long as he did today.

He walked slowly and solemnly amid the funeral music and the crying behind him.

Until the last step of the stairs, Xiao Jingyuan's slightly thin body shook, and tears rolled out of his red eyes.

His father patted his son on the shoulder and encouraged him with his eyes.

In the end, the two of them placed Mr. Mo's urn into the tomb together.

The people behind him could no longer hold back their tears and burst into tears.

Deng Jiyue's mother knelt in front of the grave, calling out "sister" repeatedly, crying out loud. Deng Jiyue supported her mother and followed beside her.

Mo Xiaozhan stood with his head down, not saying a word, just clenching his fists tightly, his red and swollen eye sockets trembling slightly.

Su Yelai stood behind Mr. Mo's relatives, standing shoulder to shoulder with Qin Yanbei.

Mo Lan in front of her frequently turned around and chatted with Su Yelai. She was the granddaughter of Mr. Mo's great aunt, and upon hearing the news of Mr. Mo's death, she came to offer condolences.

"What a coincidence! I didn't expect to meet you and Mr. Qin here. What is your relationship with Mr. Mo?"

Su Yelai was holding a bouquet of flowers in her arms, with her head down, not in the mood to pay attention to her.

Seeing this, Moran stopped talking tactfully and rolled his eyes when he turned his head back: Who wants to talk to you?

After Mr. Mo's relatives finished paying their respects and walked to the side supporting each other, Su Yelai walked forward with red eyes. Looking at the words and photos on the tombstone, she choked up for a moment.

Mo always belongs to red, orange and yellow, she is passionate and blooming.

Such a vivid person, from now on, only exists in this world of black and white.

Su Yelai felt extremely regretful.

A good woman like this should have had a more brilliant life, and she loved life very much, but unfortunately she suffered such a change.

Su Yelai was extremely sad.

"Mr. Mo, you said that when Xiao Jingyuan comes back from vacation, you will introduce us to each other and take us around the entire B city."

Su Yelai murmured in a low voice.

"Boss Mo, you encouraged me that women can also do great things and achieve their dreams. You said that I looked like a good seedling, and now this seedling has indeed grown a little under the strong wind, so I haven't let you down."

She slowly placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone and bowed deeply towards the black and white photo.

Many people came to mourn today. The stone steps were filled with people, all of them were Mr. Mo’s friends, classmates, and company employees.

Su Yelai did not delay any longer. He lowered his head and walked to the other side to make room for the people behind him.

Zhou Wenying brought the manuscript of the poem to be recited. She opened it with a trembling voice and began to recite it in a clear and loud voice.

This is Mr. Mo's favorite poem, written by Xiao Jingyuan. It caused a sensation in City B at the time and was excerpted and published in the evening newspaper. Mr. Mo was extremely proud of it, and from then on, poetry recitation became a regular event at the company's annual meeting.

For employees of Mo Xiaoyu's company, this poem is like the company song, and many people can recite a few lines.

Listening to Zhou Wenying's sonorous and powerful recitation, people behind her gradually followed suit. Slowly, their voices became more and more uniform, like a tightened rope, reciting Mr. Mo's favorite poems together.

Several employees suddenly lost their voice while reading and burst into tears uncontrollably.

Zhou Wenying finally couldn't read any more. She sniffed and tried to continue, choking her voice. But when she opened her mouth, she burst into trembling tears.

She still failed to do it and did not perfectly show Mr. Mo the moving feelings of the poem.

She was sad and annoyed.

At this time, a rhythmic sound was heard in this empty mountain.

Xiao Mozhan took over Zhou Wenying's part and continued to read the second half. Zhou Wenying was delighted. She followed Xiao Jingyuan in a low voice and was happy for Mr. Mo in her heart.

"Mr. Mo, you will definitely be pleased."

Her dear son read her the poem she was most proud of as he bid her farewell.

This was the second time Su Yelai heard this poem recited.

The first chapter was the first meeting with Mr. Mo, and we felt like old friends from the first sight; the second chapter was the farewell to Mr. Mo, and they would be separated forever.

She was filled with emotions. She and Mr. Mo were destined to be together. A chance meeting could leave a deep mark in each other's lives, but she and Mr. Mo were not destined to be together. Their acquaintance was so hasty and brief.

She turned her head to look at Qin Yanbei and found that Qin Yanbei was looking down at him and handed her a tissue.

Su Yelai took the tissue silently. She didn’t know what the future would be like for her and Qin Yanbei.

Will it be a passing by?

No matter what the outcome, she is still very grateful for this acquaintance.

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