As for the Australian iron ore project, Li He originally had reservations about it. He didn't want to waste too much time and energy on a project that wouldn't yield any results in the long run.
However, after hearing Singh's words, he was a little tempted. The iron ore cake was too tempting!
Although Mu Yan's funeral was held according to the Western style, according to the Chinese custom, it was held seven days after the death.
There were no firecrackers, but the burning paper money still looked a little out of place in this Western-style cemetery.
"Old Mu, it's been hard on you." Li He poured a glass of wine into the pile of paper money, and the flame rose. He looked around at the cemetery and sighed. "Your neighbors are all foreigners. I don't know if they know how to play mahjong. If they don't, you have to teach them. You can promote the quintessence of Chinese culture, and at the same time, relieve your loneliness. Otherwise, you will really be lonely."
"Yeah, Old Mu, I'm afraid you will be lonely." As Liu Yibo spoke, he began to cry. "Say, we won't be by your side in the future. What are you going to do alone? Really, find some fun for yourself. If there's time, we'll definitely come back to see you. You don't have to be afraid of being alone … "
In the end, he couldn't help but cry even louder.
"Bro." Meng Jianguo spoke in a voice that only he could hear, "I just showed you that there were quite a few beautiful foreign girls around you. Did they also die in vain?" They are quite compatible with you. When you were alive, you were so tired and reserved. Now that you are gone, why are you still talking so much? You should just be carefree for once … "
Probably because of Liu Yibo's influence, his tears didn't stop from the beginning to the end.
"Mu Yin, come here and say a few words to your dad." Li He pulled Mu Yan's son to the front and comforted him. "We won't be able to see dad often in the future. Say goodbye to dad."
"Dad, I dreamed of you last night …" Mu Yin was still young, but he knew everything he needed to know. He did not understand what death was, but he knew that he would never see his father again. His eyes were always red and swollen.
On the tombstone, Mu Yan's photo was smiling brightly. Li He stared into his eyes and said very seriously, "Old Mu, please believe me. I'll help you raise your child. Your son will be my son in the future. I'll teach him how to be a good person. I'll let him receive the best education and live the best life. I'll even help you keep an eye on the Mu Family's business of expanding."
"Old Li, come here quickly." Meng Jianguo supported Yang Ling who had fainted on the ground and hurriedly called out to Li He.
Li He didn't pinch her philtrum. He just touched her nose and said, "You're probably too sad. I'll carry you in the car. You'll be fine after you get some rest."
He sincerely hoped that Yang Ling could cry out loud, so that she wouldn't have to suppress everything in her heart. People couldn't bear it, and if they held it in for a long time, they would get sick.
When Yang Ling woke up, she stared blankly at Meng Jianguo and Li He who were sitting on the sofa.
Liu Yibo whispered to Li He, "Do you think she'll take it too hard?"
"Well, it's not impossible." Li He was worried about this. "If it wasn't for Mu Yan, she wouldn't have been able to hold on."
Only those who had truly loved someone could understand the pain of losing a loved one. He had lost a loved one, so he understood. Moreover, he was facing the death of his loved one.
The feeling of losing one's loved one was not crying, breaking down, or moaning in sorrow. It was the hallucination of pain in the limbs. It was painful and throbbing. There was no real source of pain, but it was difficult to recover.
"Little Li, can you come here?" Yang Ling sat up from the bed and leaned her back against the headboard.
"Sister Yang, if there's anything you need, just say it. We'll agree to it." Li He walked over and poured her a cup of tea.
Yang Ling took the tea and took a sip with her dry lips. She forced a smile and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Li He waited for her to finish drinking, then put the cup down again. "What's the matter?"
"You'll help me take care of Mu Yin, right?" Yang Ling asked hopefully.
"Of course." Li He felt that something was wrong, so he continued, "But the most we can give is material things. The love that a mother gives is irreplaceable. He has lost his father now, so he can't live without a mother. You have to pull yourself together, even if it's for the sake of the child." "Of course.
She closed her eyes in pain and murmured, "I know, I know. But, Little Li, tell me, how am I going to live without him?"
He was her heaven, her earth, the brightest star in the sky, her everything.
Tears moistened her eyes, but she didn't cry out loud. She was trying her best to control herself.
"Take it slow. The child is still young." Li He rubbed his eyes. He didn't know how to comfort her.
"We got married very early. Before he went to college, we didn't even talk to each other. When he went to college, everyone said that I wasn't good enough for him and that he was going to be a city man.
I didn't care at that time. Really, if you really want someone to be good, it's enough to just watch from afar. " Yang Ling suddenly laughed. "In the end, one day I was washing clothes in the river, and he ran over. I asked him what he was doing. His face was red, and he couldn't say a word. Then he ran away."
She laughed even louder.
"Old Mu has always been a shy person." Li He followed up.
"At that time, I understood his feelings. He wasn't a heartless person." Yang Ling smiled and sighed. "Later on, he went to college. Every month, he would send his living allowance home. When he came back one year, I saw that he was so skinny that he was just skin and bones. I really felt sorry for him.
He was the kind of person who didn't say anything but had his own ideas. No one was as smart as him. However, he never easily told anyone about his hardships and grievances. He carried them all by himself. "Yang Ling's tears finally fell." When his mother was sick, I ignored my family's objections and stayed at his house to share some of his burden. I couldn't bear to see him suffer.
Later on, he graduated from graduate school and was assigned to be a teacher.
Actually, we got married. Xiao Li, do you still remember? When I came out of the train station, you and him were the one who picked me up. "
"I remember." Li He wiped his tears.
Yang Ling continued, "Actually, I'm not stupid. I know that he doesn't like me. He just sympathizes with me and doesn't want to let me down. This is just a makeshift life. We made do and made do until now."
Li He comforted her. "He cares about you a lot. Even an outsider like me can see that."
Yang Ling shook her head. "You students, don't you always talk about the same language? He and I don't have that language. I'm the one who wronged him. Tell me, isn't his life suffocating … "
Suddenly, she burst into tears.
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