Chapter 907: funeral (1)

Chapter 907 Funeral (1)

"What are you three brothers doing?" Gu Hai was stunned for a moment, watching the three brothers kneeling beside the bed, mist gushed out of his eyes, and his voice choked up.

"stand up."

"dad."

As the saying goes, a man does not shed tears lightly. When he met his father's gaze, Gu Che couldn't help crying. There were so many things he wanted to say to him, but he didn't know where to start.

Besides, Gu Ying and Gu Zhao are in the same mood as him at the moment, with mixed feelings.

Gu Qingning saw Qi Xuan's mother and son not far away from the corner of her eye, and broke the silence quietly, "Dad, elder brother is married and has a child, and you are already a grandfather."

With a bang, Gu Hai felt a firework explode in his mind, making him dizzy.

Is he a grandfather?

"A Ying, are you married too?" His voice couldn't contain the excitement.

Following his questioning gaze, Gu Ying said "hmm", she suppressed the grief in her eyes, turned her head to look at Qi Xuan, "Xuan Xuan, come here."

Qi Xuan walked over with Hengheng in her arms, and was woken up in the middle of the night, but Hengheng was unexpectedly energetic, as if infected by the adults' sad feelings, Hengheng had no expression on her small face, and nestled quietly in Qi Xuan's arms .

Gu Hai followed Gu Ying's line of sight, and suddenly met the little guy's black and clear eyes, and his heart softened instantly.

Aying’s children are all this old.

It seems that he really missed too much.

Gu Hai had a look of regret in his eyes, looked at Heng Heng, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "A Ying, he looks very similar to you when you were young."

Gu Ying suppressed the grief in his eyes, stood up, he pulled Qi Xuan over, and said in a calm voice, "Dad, this is your daughter-in-law, her name is Qi Xuan, this is our son, Gu Heng."

Since they finished their wedding, Hengheng also changed to his last name.

Qi Xuan looked at the weak person on the bed, with a hint of sadness in her eyes, "Dad."

Gu Hai looked at Qi Xuan, smiled with satisfaction, and his eyes fell on the little guy in her arms.

"Can I give him a hug?"

"Of course." Qi Xuan nodded, leaned over and put Heng Heng down, and said softly, "Heng Heng, go and hug Grandpa."





Hengheng stood beside the bed, leaning forward with her limp little body, stretching out her small arms to hug Gu Hai's neck, not acknowledging the stranger at all.

Gu Ying brought him here once before, but at that time Gu Hai was still in a coma.

"grandfather."

The little guy has a very sweet mouth, and he yells "Grandpa" one by one.

"Grandpa, my name is Hengheng. Grandpa, you need to get better soon. When you get better, can Hengheng take you to the amusement park?"

Gu Hai smiled, raised his hand and rubbed his little head, looking at him with loving eyes, "Hengheng, Grandpa hasn't even prepared a gift for you yet."

Hengheng shook his head and grinned, "It's okay, Hengheng has prepared a gift for grandpa."

As he spoke, his chubby little hands fumbled in his pockets, and finally took out a neatly folded drawing paper.

Immediately afterwards, he unfolded the drawing paper, and it was a crayon drawing on which a person was sleeping.

Before everyone guessed who he was drawing, Heng Heng couldn't wait to explain, "The last time Daddy brought me and Mommy to see Grandpa, Grandpa was still sleeping, so Heng Heng drew it."

He handed the painting to Gu Hai as if offering a treasure, and asked childishly, "Grandpa, do you think Heng Heng's painting looks good?"

Gu Hai glanced at the painting, then at Heng Heng, touched his innocent eyes, he smiled gratifiedly, "It's beautiful, Heng Heng's paintings are even more beautiful than those drawn by your father when he was a child, ahem..."

After talking too much for a while, he couldn't bear it anymore, and started coughing again.

Coughing after another echoed in the room, making people feel distressed.

Gu Haibin coughed and said, his voice was weaker than before, "I can see you four brothers and sisters again...ahem...I have no regrets."

"Dad, don't say stupid things." Gu Zhao gritted his teeth, holding back his tears, "You will be fine."

"Why are you crying, I am going to accompany your mommy, she has been waiting for me for so many years, she is so lonely." Gu Hai pulled the corner of his mouth, with a calm and peaceful expression.

"When I'm gone, bury me with your mommy."

The three of Gu Yingge lowered their heads, clenched their fists with the hands hanging by their sides, and their slightly trembling shoulders betrayed the grief in their hearts.

Gu Qingning, on the other hand, was embraced by Fu Juncheng, buried her whole face in his chest, and couldn't see the expression on her face.

Gu Hai tilted his head, looked towards Fu Juncheng, his hoarse voice became weaker and weaker, "Don't forget...don't forget what you said, please, please treat my little padded jacket well."

Fu Jun admitted and nodded, Gu Hai smiled, his eyes slowly closed.

At that moment, he saw his Qianqian coming to pick him up.

"Dididi—"

The instrument next to it made a piercing sound, wantonly pulling the nerves of everyone present, and the whole room seemed to be covered with a layer of gray color.

"dad."

Two lines of tears fell uncontrollably, Gu Zhao grabbed Gu Hai's hand, his voice was distraught.

He just woke up, how could he leave them behind.

Hengheng is small but very smart. Having attended the funeral of Mrs. Qi, the little guy already has a vague understanding of death.

He stepped forward, took the initiative to hold Gu Ying's hand, and said softly, "Daddy, grandpa will become a star and watch us in the sky."

Gu Ying said nothing, and squeezed his hand tightly.

Fu Juncheng looked down at the person in his arms, rubbed her back with his big hands, and whispered in her ear, "I'm here."

Outside, Mr. Yin heaved a long sigh when he heard Gu Zhao's suppressed crying.

Gu Hai's sudden death made this night long and painful.

Sitting in the room for several hours, it wasn't until dawn that Gu Ying brothers and sisters began to deal with Gu Hai's funeral.

The funeral was simple, and only some relatives and friends were invited.

The atmosphere is solemn and heavy.

After finishing the incense, Mr. Wen looked at the black and white photo and sighed in his heart.

Fate is so tricky.

"Our Qianqian saw the right person." Mrs. Wen stood beside him and sighed in a low voice, "Don't you think so?"

This time, Mr. Wen no longer spoke harshly as before, and nodded gently, "Well, she didn't see the wrong person, nor did she marry the wrong person."

It's because he's old, it's because he's blind.

Mr. Wen and his wife looked at each other, with a flash of relief in their eyes.

There are other people waiting behind, and Mr. Wen walked aside with his family.

For two full days and one night, Gu Ying and the others hardly had a rest, spinning like a spinning top. According to Gu Hai's last wish, they cremated him and buried him with their mother.

After all this was done, Gu Ying and his group looked at the tombstone with depressed eyes, still immersed in the grief of losing their loved ones.

After a long time, Gu Ying said hoarsely, "Go back."