He Came to Mourn
Yan Luo Yi's heart had indeed been comforted, and she replied gratefully, "En! "Don't be too tired."
"If there's anything, remember to call me, no matter how late it is, no matter what time it is." Pan Lixin warned.
"Alright!" Yan Luo Yi's heart skipped a beat.
After hanging up the phone, Yan Luo Yi stood in front of the window and watched her little brother carefully wipe her foster father's face with a hot towel. After a serious illness, Du Youwang's body was already extremely thin.
In the blink of an eye, two days had passed, and Du Youwang had a few more symptoms of vomiting blood. Every time, he had to be pushed into the emergency room to be rescued, and then pushed out again. Du Youwang seemed to have lost a layer of skin, and in the end, he was only skin and bones.
At this moment, it was already late winter. At this moment, the shadows outside the window were endless, and the cold was bone-piercing. The gloomy weather and the lack of sunlight gave off an oppressive aura.
Yan Ziyang and Yan Luo Yi accompanied him by the bed, not daring to walk for even a moment longer. Previously, Du Youwang could still wake up and chat, but after this operation, he had fallen into a deep sleep. If not for the soft sound of the lifeline device beside him, Du Youwang, who was wearing a ventilator, would have already lost all signs of life. Yan Ziyang and Yan Luo Yi's eyes were swollen from crying, but they could not change the truth.
On the evening of the third day, Du Youwang seemed to have a terminal lucidity. He woke up and kept calling Yan Ziyang's name in a daze. His hands seemed to be searching. Yan Ziyang held him and called his name in his ear, but Du Youwang didn't seem to feel it. He just kept calling out in a hoarse voice, "Ziyang … Ziyang … Ziyang …" "Zi Yang …"
This was the only person he couldn't let go of when he left this world …
She covered her lips, not daring to cry out loud. Suddenly, the life support machine at the side let out a steady beep, and the undulating waves turned into a flat horizontal line.
"Dad …" Yan Ziyang's sorrowful voice resounded throughout the ward.
He cried as he hugged Du Youwang who had passed away. At this moment, he had completely collapsed.
The nurse outside the door quickly called for a doctor. The doctor also stood in front of the bed and comforted them, "Please restrain your grief!"
The room was filled with grief. Yan Ziyang could not bear to let go, and he did not want his father to rest in peace. The hospital dispatched a car to send Du Youwang to a crematorium.
Sitting in the carriage, Yan Ziyang's face was pale white. Yan Luo Yi held his hand tightly, and at this moment, the two of them passed through the grief of sending off their loved ones.
Du Youwang's ashes were placed in a jar and placed in the museum. They would come back to pick them up after they had arranged their funeral arrangements and chosen a tomb.
After leaving the Fire Transformation Hall, Yan Ziyang and Yan Luo Yi sat in a car and went home. Yan Luo Yi thought of Pan Lixin, he had not returned yet, she did not contact him, she was waiting for him to return.
Returning to the Du Mansion, in the empty hall, Yan Luo Yi couldn't help but cry again. Yan Ziyang turned around and hugged her, "Sis … Dad is gone, he really has to go.
Yan Luo Yi patted him lightly, and comforted him with a choked voice, "Ziyang, foster father is only free."
These days in the hospital, every time Du Youwang returned from an operation, his painful appearance would cause one's heart to ache. Perhaps, he was also in great pain, which was why he chose to leave this world.
At home, the servants were no longer there. At this moment, it was already dark outside the window. Yan Luo Yi stood up and walked into the kitchen. She found a bag of noodles and took out the eggs from the fridge to make dinner for Yan Ziyang.
Yan Ziyang sat on the sofa, his entire being devoid of spirit. Sitting there, it was so quiet that it made one's heart ache.
In the hospital, this matter was also told to Pan Lixin, who was far away from home. After Pan Lixin found out about the situation, he did not immediately call Yan Luo Yi, he only asked the hospital to arrange everything.
Pan Lixin met with new arrangements abroad and was unable to free herself for a while, so she could only delay her return. However, Pan Lixin's mind was filled with Yan Luo Yi's figure.
He really wanted to fly back to her side, comfort her, and hug her.
After Yan Luo Yi finished cooking the noodles, she walked in front of Yan Ziyang and said softly, "Ziyang, eat something!"
"Sis, I regret not treating him better when he was still alive."
"Don't blame yourself. Foster father once told me that he is already very satisfied with having you as his son." Yan Luo Yi comforted her.
Yan Ziyang raised his pair of scarlet eyes. He who had not slept for a few days, no matter how young he was, could not withstand such torment. He was very tired, but he did not allow himself to fall asleep.
These past few days, he had not had a good meal either. Yan Luo Yi pulled him up, helped him to the table, and placed the chopsticks in his hands, "Eat a little!"
Yan Ziyang nodded and started to eat. Although Yan Luo Yi did not have much of an appetite, she could not let her body collapse. The only thing she could do at this time was to take good care of herself and her brother.
After Yan Luo Yi finished eating, she told Yan Ziyang to go back to his room to take a bath and lie down. It had been a long time since she last looked at her phone. She saw a message that was sent over in the evening, and it was a sentence from Pan Lixin, "Luo Yi, please restrain your grief. At this time, take good care of yourself and Zi Yang, and wait for me to return."
Yan Luo Yi looked at the message. Her voice had also become hoarse from crying today. She felt that the method of sending a message would be more suitable for her current mood.
She replied, "Alright! I'll wait for you to come back. "
At eleven o'clock, Yan Ziyang finally fell asleep. Yan Luo Yi came over to cover him with a blanket, only to find that he was lying on the bed with a wet pillow. Her heart ached as she sat on the edge of his bed to accompany him.
Yan Luo Yi was also tired. She sat for a while, then returned to her room and fell asleep on the bed.
Tomorrow, they still had to choose a suitable place for their foster father to rest in peace. Yan Luo Yi fell asleep, and a message came from her phone, "Now, have a good sleep, don't think about anything, everything will be fine."
In the morning, Yan Luo Yi accompanied her brother to choose a grave. This time, Yan Luo Yi did not care about the price at all. She paid for the best Feng Shui grave for her foster father, and the burial date was the day after tomorrow.
After Yan Luo Yi and Yan Ziyang calmed down for two days, they also started to accept Du Youwang's departure and carefully arranged for his funeral arrangements. Yan Luo Yi found Xiao Chen and told him to contact some of Du Youwang's good friends to send him off.
Yan Luo Yi took the initiative to call these people. These friends usually did not interact much with the siblings, but when they heard about Du Youwang's funeral, they all agreed to come.
The funeral would begin at nine in the morning tomorrow. Yan Luo Yi had prepared a set of black clothes for herself and Yan Ziyang, and the tombstone and wreath had already been prepared.
In the middle of the night, Pan Lixin, who was still abroad, was already preparing to return. Yan Luo Yi told him that tomorrow was the last time Du Youwang would send him off, so he would try his best to rush back.
In the morning, Yan Luo Yi and Yan Ziyang went to pick up Du Youwang's urn. Before sending it to the tomb, Yan Ziyang personally delivered it to the coffin and placed some of Du Youwang's clothes into it. After sealing the coffin, Yan Luo Yi and Yan Ziyang, dressed in black, waited for the guests who came to pay their respects.
Du Youwang's friends all came together. At around ten o 'clock, it was still drizzling. Dozens of cars were parked in the driveway not far away. The guests who came together were all dressed in black, and their faces were full of sorrow.
These were all good friends that Du Youwang had made in the officialdom. Du Youwang did not have any relatives or friends, only a few friends from the officialdom.
Behind this group of cars, in the misty fog, six black sedans with two flashes of light drove up in an orderly manner. The orderly convoy gave off a dignified aura.
The group of people who were mourning couldn't help but turn their heads to look. They looked at the entire row of carriages in surprise, not knowing who they were.
Yan Luo Yi's gaze pierced through the layers of mist. In the drizzle, she had a premonition of who had come, and a hint of excitement and joy surged in her eyes. Had he still rushed back?
The bodyguards of the convoy were all neatly dressed in black, and in the second car, a tall and slender figure stepped down. Pan Lixin was dressed in a black suit, and her shirt was also black. His gaze passed through the rain, and looked towards the crowd not far away, at the slender figure standing with his hands behind his back.
The bodyguard was about to take an umbrella to help him, but he waved his hand, "No need."
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