Chapter 934
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At first, Xu Jiamu was stunned, but then he understood something, and his sleepiness instantly disappeared.
His legs were a little weak, and he stared at Song Xiangsi, who was crying so hard that her entire body was trembling. After a while, he forced himself to walk steadily over to her side.
Father Song's posture was very proper. His hands were crossed over his abdomen, and his expression was very peaceful. He looked more like he was asleep. His lips were tightly shut, and one could faintly see the curve of a smile, as though he was having a wonderful dream.
Xu Jiamu reached out and gently touched Father Song's hand. It was cold to the touch, and his fingertips trembled violently. Then, he turned his head to look at Song Xiangsi. Seeing how heartbroken she was, his heart felt as though it was being cut by a knife. With a lot of strength, he placed his hand on her shoulder, and weakly comforted her. "Sisi, don't be too sad."
Song Xiangsi acted as though she hadn't heard what Xu Jiamu said, as she continued to cry.
Actually, she knew that it was normal for people to grow old and die of illness. She also knew that her father wouldn't be able to live for long, but she never imagined that he would pass away so suddenly. This was a little hard for her to accept.
She had planned to bring her father back to Beijing in a few days, and bring Little Red Bean over for him to see, to tell him that he had a biological granddaughter. She also thought that when her father saw Little Red Bean, he would definitely be in a good mood, and he would live for a while longer. Just a few hours ago, her father had held her hand, and told her many things about the past. He seemed to be in good spirits, and his speech wasn't as slow as before, but how could he die?
The more Song Xiangsi thought about it, the louder she cried.
Xu Jiamu slowly crouched down, reached out, and pulled her into his embrace. Not long after, the front of his shirt was drenched.
For the past few days, Song Xiangsi couldn't get over the shock of Father Song's passing. Her mind was in a daze, and every day, she practically didn't leave his portrait.
So, Father Song's funeral was basically single-handedly organized by Xu Jiamu.
On the day of the burial, all of Father Song's friends came over.
Song Xiangsi looked a little absent-minded. Xu Jiamu was the one who arranged all the work.
Father Song was buried beside Mother Song. When the coffin was buried, it started to rain heavily. Song Xiangsi knelt in the mud, crying her heart out. Xu Jiamu held up an umbrella, kneeling beside her.
The umbrella was practically all over Song Xiangsi's body. Xu Jiamu looked like a drowned rat.
At three in the afternoon, everyone who came to attend the funeral left one after another, leaving only Xu Jiamu and Song Xiangsi at home.
For the past three days, Song Xiangsi hadn't eaten much. She seemed to have lost a lot of weight. Xu Jiamu went to the kitchen to make a bowl of porridge, then brought it to the bedroom.
Song Xiangsi laid on the bed with her back facing him. She didn't move an inch. He placed the porcelain bowl on the table beside him, then forcefully lifted her up from the bed. Just as he was about to feed her the porridge, she suddenly pushed him away. The boiling hot porridge spilled out and landed on his hand, scalding his fingers instantly red.
Song Xiangsi's expression froze for a moment, but in the end, she turned her head without a word.
Xu Jiamu had a good temper, and didn't show the slightest bit of displeasure. He bent down to clean up the mess on the floor, then walked out of the bedroom.
After a while, he brought in another bowl of porridge.
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