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Chapter 480 why do you spill it in the sea?


It's a perfect story. When Xiao Nian looks at mu qianchu, she especially wants to believe mu qianchu's words.

Because once she was so trusting, she felt that everyone in the world could trust mu qianchu if she didn't believe it, because he was mu qianchu, who she took care of for many years.

Gentle, polite and kind.

But how can she deceive herself now? When something happened to the Xi family, what happened to Gong Ou? How can she cheat herself that there is no connection here, nothing to do with mu qianchu.

"What about Miller?"

Asked shixiaonian.

Mu qianchu observed Xiaonian's expression, and his eyes were full of deep meaning. "According to the rules, I have disposed of him by shooting, together with his party feathers."

"There is no proof of death?"

Said Shi Xiaonian, his white lips trembling.

It's too late.

It's too late for her to rush in. It's too late for anything.

"I've got Miller's evidence on record. Can you see it at any time, or don't you believe in my ability?" Mu qianchu looks down at her, pauses, and suddenly asks, "Xiaonian, who do you think are those people who want to save uncle, good or bad?"

Is this a disguised temptation.

He was trying to find out whether the rescuers were sent by Gong Ou or whether she had been informed.

When Xiaonian first began to ponder the meaning behind every sentence of qianchu, she shook her head. "I don't know, how can I know, I only know that my father is dead, and we haven't met for a year. I want to cry, but I can't cry... "

When it comes to the end, Xiaonian's voice is all hoarse in his throat, and he can't say a whole sentence completely.

Mu qianchu looks at her painfully, reaches out and holds her in his arms, and taps her back. "OK, don't cry if you can't cry, I will always be with you, Xiaonian."


When Xiaonian didn't push his arms away, he leaned on his shoulder, his body was shaking badly, his hands and feet were cold.

When the flute stood by with Xu Bingxin, looked up at the two people who were holding together, and silently lowered their eyes, neither quarreling nor noisy.

The funeral continued.

Many people came from under the Xi family. They walked into the church in groups and bowed to Xi Jitao's body. They were respectful and obedient to Mu qianchu.

They went in batch by batch.

When Xiaonian and Xu Bingxin stand beside each other, with a candlestick in one hand, the mourners come forward with garbage, borrow a fire on their candlestick with a white candle, and then stand the candle on the ground in front of them.

The church is full of candles.

The nuns kept reciting the Sutra, hoping that God would pity Xi Jitao.

Xu Bingxin was very sad, but he could not lose the attitude of being the wife of the family. He could only bear it and stood there and sobbed.

When Xiaonian stood beside her, holding a candlestick made of pure gold in her hands, I don't know why, she didn't have a drop of tears. Obviously, she was so sad, but she couldn't cry.

Candles on the ground are still growing at a visible rate.

The light of the church was not bright, so I watched the candles on the ground flickering.

Funeral procedures are lengthy and complicated.


A loud sound sounded beside Xiaonian. Xu Bingxin suddenly fainted and the candlestick in his hand fell out.

There was an uproar.

Everyone looked in shock with their eyes wide open.


When Xiaonian looked down at her unconscious mother, she found that she was not surprised at all.

On the contrary, she was the calmest one of all. She stopped someone from holding her mother forcibly and said calmly, "no one should touch her. Please call the doctor."

"Yes, miss."

Xu Bingxin just fainted because he was too excited.

Mu qianchu holds Xu Bingxin into the bedroom, and when Xiaonian refuses his escort, he says softly, "qianchu, you are busy with the funeral, I want to accompany my mother."

"Good." Muqianchu didn't insist. When he took a box of medicine, Xiaonian said, "take this box of medicine and keep your mind steady. My aunt had a slight depression. When she woke up and let her take it, she would feel better."

"Thank you."

Said Shi Xiaonian.

"Then I'll go out and you'll have a rest."

Muqianchu said, go out, reach for the door, but still can't help looking in.

When Xiaonian stood in front of the bed, fingers tightly holding the bottle of medicine, dark hair, a face without a little expression.

It's not so much expressionless as numbness. Now Xiaonian is like a puppet. Her eyes are dull and empty. She has no soul. When she paints, her eyes are full of spirit, but now she has nothing.

Mu qianchu frowns and reaches out to close the door.

When hearing the sound of closing the door, Xiaonian turned to the window and looked down from it. It was late at night, but there were lights and people everywhere. They met in twos and threes to talk and say something.

They are all from the table.

No, they are all admirers.

She looked down at the medicine in her hand.

Medicine given by mu qianchu.

When Xiaonian went to bed and sat down, she took out several boxes of medicine from her bag and put them on the head of the bed. She brought them to her mother before she came.

As for this medicine

She opened the drawer and put the medicine box in it. Just about to close the drawer, Xiaonian saw a piece of paper folded inside. The wrinkles on it were carefully stroked over and over again.

When Xiaonian picked up the paper and opened it.

It's the love words from father to mother, a romantic Italian love Maxim.

Hold your hand and grow old together.

When small read think, mother must often show it.

Xu Bingxin fell asleep in bed.

When Xiaonian watched her quietly, she seemed to grow old overnight, her face was full of dry tears, and the fine lines around her eyes were more and more obvious.

"Mother, you need to be good, you know?"

When small read softly said, she really can't stand a bigger blow.

When her father left, she couldn't even grieve, because she still needed to think. She thought over and over again about what he would do if Gong Ou was here.

She must find a way to take her mother away from here. What about Gong Ou? Is Gong Ou taken away by mu qianchu?

If it falls into the hands of Mu qianchu, what will happen?

I can't imagine it.

Xu Bingxin wakes up a lot calmer than before. At the same time, Xiao Nian finishes the work behind Xi Jitao.

The Xi family withdrew from part of the island.

When walking out of the high wall, Xiaonian stood by the sea with her urn in her arms. Her black skirt was floating in the wind. Xu Bingxin held the ashes in her hands and blew them into the blue sea.

"Why do you want to spill it in the sea?"

When Xiaonian asked, she still had no tears, but her eyes were very red. There was a lot of blood, and she tightly held the urn with her hands.

Xu Bingxin continues to grab a handful of ashes and let them fly.

When I heard Xiaonian's question, Xu Bingxin turned her eyes and looked at her. "Before, I liked to swim in the sea. Your father said that the sea is immortal, and then our ashes will be sprinkled here. Then we can swim in the direction of the current all the time."

When Xu Bingxin said this, she had a smile on her face. She looked at the sea, yearning in her eyes, and the whole face was radiant.

"Very romantic."

Said Xiao Nian softly.

Her time of recognizing her ancestors and returning to her family was too short. She used to think that her parents were married, and they belonged to the kind of mutual respect. Until now, she understood that there was a feeling that no one else could understand.

"Yes, your father is seldom so romantic, so I remember every word he said."

Xu Bingxin said with a smile, sprinkle all the ashes in his hand to the sea, and let the ashes go away with the current.

When Xiaonian stares at the ashes flying in the wind, the dazzling sunshine fascinates her eyes.

So father left.

She didn't know why she couldn't cry. Maybe now she didn't accept the fact. She felt like a dream.

A false dream.

When she wakes up, Gong Ou kisses her eyes and her father peels an apple for her to eat.

Xu Bingxin turns his head and sees Xiaonian's empty eyes. He feels sad and says softly, "the funeral is over. Xiaonian, don't be sad. Your father left you behind selfishly, but you, as a daughter, should feel happy for him. His people will travel along the water, and his soul will live happily in heaven."

"I am not sorry for my father's selfishness."

Said Shi Xiaonian.

What is her right to blame her father? Now she is carrying endless guilt.

If it wasn't for her, how could these things happen? If she never existed in the world, mu qianchu wouldn't even have anything to do with the Xi family.

"Xiaonian, be happy for him. God will protect him." Said Xu Bingxin.

Xiaonian shook his head. "I'm sorry, mother, I can't be happy."

She prayed that God would protect her father and that God would bring all disasters to her in exchange for the peace and happiness of those she cared about.


Xu Bingxin looks at her, the smile on her face gradually disappears, leaving only a sigh.

After sprinkling the ashes, the mother and daughter went back.

Shi Di and several of his men were not far behind them.

When Xiaonian asked Xu Bingxin, "mother, when I came back, I saw what documents you signed. What was that?"

"It's a document in my name to help mu qianchu sit at the seat of the chair."

Xu Bingxin has no city, he said frankly.

Sure enough.

Now the Xi family has changed its name to mu.

When small read on the face did not show what, only light tunnel, "I don't say wait for me to come back to sign?"

Xu Bingxin walked beside her and said, "it was very chaotic at that time. You couldn't answer the phone on the plane. Your father's body was brought back. Mu qianchu was angry and dealt with the traitor Miller, but he was not the successor of the Xi family after all. In this way, someone would always raise an objection. Even the funeral could not be carried out for a while, so I signed it, so that qianchu could do things in a proper way It's clear. "


It's completely unimpeded.

When small read low eyes, the side of the hand can not help but grasp the black skirt, people go forward, there is a sound.