He Peiyuan's alertness was really high. As soon as her boyfriend's phone left her ear, she asked: "Who is it?"

Yang Jingxing looked back at the girl: "Old Ding is dead."

He Peiyuan was actually still hazy. She blinked her eyes twice before opening them wider. She slowly twisted her body and sat up, with the quilt tightly wrapped up to her chin.

"I'm going to check the ticket." Yang Jingxing said, putting on the pants he wore yesterday: "Let's see if it's too late before eight o'clock." It was originally a ticket for a quarter past ten.

He Peiyuan thought for a while: "...at home or in a nursing home?"

"She should be at home. His son is on the phone." Yang Jingxing was considerate: "You can lie down for a while."

He Peiyuan sat still: "...are you okay?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head, put on his clothes and felt it again: "It's a bit heavy."

He Peiyuan took out the quilt and asked, "Call the front desk?"

"Go and see..."

You shouldn't stay in a high-rise hotel with a night view. Yang Jingxing only went to the front desk once and returned to the room at six o'clock. He found that his girlfriend was already dressed and was playing with her phone out of boredom. She had obviously washed up and even made the quilt.

"It's only half past eight." Yang Jingxing still had other thoughts on his mind: "Let's go to the airport to eat."

"The toothbrush and towel haven't been confiscated yet." He Peiyuan also had an idea: "Have you called?"

"Home? Wait a minute." Yang Jingxing thought too much: "They will definitely come over. It's not good to rush."

"I'll wait a moment too..." He Peiyuan followed into the bathroom and said, "Tell my dad to pick us up."

"No." The treatment was really high today. The toothpaste was squeezed with water and put in, but Yang Jingxing was still thinking: "Will you tell Qi Qingnuo later?"

He Peiyuan nodded.

"Earlier." Yang Jingxing was still thinking about this: "It's not sincere if it's too late."

"Seven o'clock." He Peiyuan was also led astray: "It's not good to be too early."

Yang Jingxing said yes, but he still wanted to make a plan: "Cancel the leave and ask for it after this matter is over."

He Peiyuan frowned: "Send Mr. Ding off first..." Her voice seemed to be crying.

We arrived at the airport almost at seven o'clock. Yang Jingxing was also shameless. He obviously bought economy class from another airline, but he still wanted to take his girlfriend to enjoy the VIP hospitality of this airline. As a result, he found that there were no good choices for food and drinks. He Peiyuan still

I urge my boyfriend to eat more, as he may not have time when the time comes.

Some clues have been sorted out about the matter. Although it is quite sudden, the family has been mentally prepared for a long time. It will definitely be sad, but it will not last long, so there is no need to be deliberate in comforting the elderly. The focus should be on sending the old man well.

There is no need to worry about funeral arrangements. Being the Vice Chairman of the CPPCC and the People's Musician alone is of great importance and is definitely a good thing. In addition to the official title, the love accumulated by the old man's lifelong encouragement, care and support spreads all over the country and even around the world, and the true love is also there.

"But maybe most people are limited to these few days, but you are different." He Peiyuan said seriously: "You have the responsibility to make Mr. Ding's name louder. I believe there is a spirit in heaven, and I believe you can do it.

.”

Yang Jingxing nodded solemnly: "Okay."

He Peiyuan remembered: "I'll call Qi Qingnuo."

Yang Jingxing humbly conceded: "You fight first."

No one answered! He Peiyuan quickly dialed Wang Rui: "Hey... listen to me! Mr. Ding is gone... gone... Lao Qi didn't get through. I have to get on the plane. You call her... He will pick up at five or six."

The phone call must have been last night... Don't worry, you can tell Lao Qi first and see how the group arranges it... um... that's it."

When it was his turn, Yang Jingxing called his father: "Dad, Mr. Ding is gone."

Yang Chengyi seemed to sigh and said, "Hurry up and come back. When are the tickets?"

"It's changed to eight o'clock, at the airport..."

There was a lot of communication to do. Yang Chengyi wanted to leave immediately. Yang Jingxing felt that it would not be too late to come tomorrow and the memorial service would not be so urgent.

Not even a few minutes later, when Yang Chengyi told his son to pay more attention to the feelings of his children and not to think that they don't care about life and death after they reach grade 1, in fact, the older they get, the more painful their feelings may be. He Peiyuan's phone rang. The girl's mouth shape was "

"Lao Qi", both of them should speak in a lower voice.

Qi Qingnuo seemed to have only confirmed with He Peiyuan, and the call lasted less than a minute.

Yang Jingxing also wanted to tell his mother that she would be too busy on May Day...

Women are attentive, and the phone call between He Peiyuan and Fan Yali further illustrates that both mother and daughter are concerned about whether there will be a solemn farewell ceremony for the body. After cremation, whether the ashes will go home or whether Yang Jingxing will be buried, they must be present, right?

The rest of Yang Jingxing's phone calls were not troublesome, and only took a few minutes for the principal and teacher. Tang Qing was the most trouble-free, just saying "got it" and disconnecting the call proactively.

After boarding the plane, He Peiyuan listened to the call between Yang Jingxing and the deceased's eldest grandson. She felt more at ease when she turned off the phone. Thinking about whether she had missed anything... Do you want to change clothes first when you go back?

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "Go directly...are you afraid?"

He Peiyuan shook her head firmly.

"It depends on the situation. Just take a look if necessary..."

He Peiyuan blinked and imagined: "I might cry."

Yang Jingxing smiled.

He Peiyuan asked: "Are you crying?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head.

There were people around, so He Peiyuan asked in a lower voice: "Compared to your grandfather?"

Yang Jingxing had nothing to be embarrassed about: "My grandfather didn't cry even after he died, but he was still sad. My respect for Mr. Ding is more for the public, and personal feelings only account for a small part."

He Peiyuan seemed a little surprised: "...if it's Professor Li?"

Yang Jingxing: "I'll probably cry."

"Because of personal feelings?" He Peiyuan didn't quite understand: "Deeper than grandpa?"

"Blood is thicker than water..." Yang Jingxing seemed to have difficulty explaining: "But the more affection comes from getting along, to put it bluntly, Professor Li may have given me more care and benefits than my grandfather, and because we are not related by blood,

I am even more grateful.”

"Mr. Ding also cares about you very much!" He Peiyuan simply criticized: "I have helped you so much."

"We don't get along too much, and being helpful is the icing on the cake." Yang Jingxing is very heartless and vulgar: "And they are all men... Maybe subconsciously, they think that women's feelings are more touching, and there is no need to cry and cry between men."

He Peiyuan thought for a moment: "Don't be angry when I ask you a question... What if it's your grandma?"

Yang Jingxing said: "I will definitely cry."

He Peiyuan was silent for a moment and then thought: "I saw a piece of news. It took his father many years to find his abducted son. Two men! Weeping in each other's arms!"

"Perhaps I'm crying for myself." Yang Jingxing was really arrogant: "Crying for what I have lost..."

He Peiyuan was really angry: "Why didn't you cry about the other person's loss? His father didn't want anything anymore and just looked for a child. His wife gave up and seemed to have divorced..."

Yang Jingxing feels: "The feelings between parents and children are not equal, and human nature is more inclined to cultivate offspring. Maybe when I get older and meet a young man I like more, I will take more care and care and put some hope. The purpose should not be

Get the emotional rewards.”

He Peiyuan couldn't help but roll her eyes: "You want to meet a young girl you like?" Her tone was much gentler than usual.

Yang Jingxing haha...

Probably seeing that her boyfriend was not too heavy, He Peiyuan started chatting slowly. In fact, she had less personal feelings with the deceased, but she must admit that Mr. Ding's artistic achievements and moral character are the most worthy of respect.

.

More importantly, He Peiyuan is now beginning to understand the term "outstanding contribution". Without the rights and interests that outstanding individuals such as He Luting and Ding Sangpeng have won for the industry, there would not be such a comfortable life waiting for 306. If not

There is no orchestra in the audience, so even if a few more songs of "It's Us" are played, it will just be self-pity.

He Peiyuan decided that if the situation was right after waiting for Ding's family, she would bow deeply to Mr. Ding's body, and this bow had nothing to do with Yang Jingxing.

Yang Jingxing supported: "Okay, good."

But respect is respect. He Peiyuan doesn't want to go beyond her duty. At most, she can help Yang Jingxing deliver clothes and drive the car, but she can't do it just because her boyfriend wants to participate in the funeral arrangements or accept condolences from the leader as a senior disciple or a junior.

, she, He Peiyuan, didn’t know how to make ends meet and became half of the Ding family.

He Peiyuan thought about it, and followed the group's arrangements for activities. She bowed with everyone at the memorial service. We must discuss sending elegiac couplets. It seems that it is in the name of an individual and a collective. I don't think there will be anyone else at this time.

Talkative.

But there was one serious matter that He Peiyuan didn't even dare to say: "Will it have any impact on the blind man?"

Yang Jingxing guessed: "Maybe a little bit, but everyone will pretend not to."

"It will be good if they come back after playing for a few more days." He Peiyuan felt really heavy and impulsive: "Can you not tell her? Anyway, I only go to work on Wednesday."

Yang Jingxing was too lazy to worry: "Just follow Qi Qingnuo."

"I asked her when I got off the plane..." He Peiyuan doubted her kindness again: "But is it too deliberate not to tell?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "I have accepted the facts, so this little shock is not too big."

He Peiyuan nestled her head on her boyfriend's shoulder.

Yang Jingxing held his girlfriend's hand tightly.

The girl looked up again, followed the praise of other passengers and opened the sunshade to admire the golden sea of ​​clouds outside the window. After looking at it for a while, she said again: "I don't know how sad she is... and Zhang Yijie's mother."

Yang Jingxing wanted to put the girl's head back on his body, but he felt a little wetness.
To be continued...