Xu Jiamu was stunned at first, then understood something, and he was completely sleepy in an instant.

His legs were a little weak. He stared at Song Xiangsi, who was crying and trembling all over, and then he reluctantly walked to Song Xiangsi with a steady pace.

Song's father lying in a very regular manner, his hands were folded on his abdomen, his expression was very peaceful, and he looked more like he was asleep. His tightly closed lips could vaguely see the curve of his smile, as if he had a very beautiful dream.

Xu Jiamu stretched out his hand and gently touched Song's father's hand. The touch was cold. His fingertips trembled violently, and then turned his head to look at Song Xiangsi. Seeing her crying heartbroken, his heart also felt like a knife cut. He took a lot of effort to press his hand on her shoulder and said a very pale and powerless comforting sentence: "Si Si, don't be too sad."

Song Xiangsi seemed to have never heard Xu Jiamu's words, but she was still crying on her own.

In fact, she knew that birth, old age, sickness and death were normal, and she also knew that her father would not live long, but she did not expect that her father would leave so suddenly, which made Song Xiangsi really a little difficult to accept.

She also thought that she would take her father back to Beijing in a few days, carry Xiaohongdou to see him, and tell him that he had a granddaughter. She also thought that when her father saw Xiaohongdou, he would definitely be in a good mood and would live for a while. Obviously, a few hours ago, her father held her hand and told her a lot of things about the past. He looked very good and didn't speak as slowly as before, but why did he die?

The more Song Xiangsi thought about it, the more violent she cried.

Xu Jiamu slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand, and hugged Song Xiangsi in his arms. After a while, the collar on his chest was soaked.

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Song Xiangsi has been unable to get out of the blow of Song's father's departure these days. Her brain has been in a daze, and she almost always stays in front of Song's father's remains.

Therefore, Song’s father’s funeral was basically handled by Xu Jiamu.

On the day of the burial, all the friends of Song's father's death came over.

Song Xiangsi seemed a little out of her mind, and all the hospitality work was arranged by Xu Jiamu.

Song's father was buried beside Song's mother's grave. When the coffin was buried in the soil, it started to rain heavily in the sky. Song Xiangsi knelt in the soil, crying so hard that she broke her heart. Xu Jiamu held an umbrella and knelt beside her.

Almost all the umbrellas were supported on Song Xiangsi's body, and Xu Jiamu was soaked like a chicken falling from the ground.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, all the people who came to see the funeral left one after another, leaving only Xu Jiamu and Song Xiangsi at home.

During the past three days, Song Xiangsi had almost no food. She looked like she lost weight. Xu Jiamu went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of white porridge and took it to the bedroom.

Song Xiangsi lay on the bed, with her back facing him, without moving for a moment. Xu Jiamu placed the porcelain bowl on the table beside him and picked her up from the bed. He was about to feed Song Xiangsi, but she suddenly waved her hand and pushed it away. The hot porridge spilled out, and Xu Jiamu's hand fell, making his fingers turn red instantly.

Song Xiangsi paused for a moment, and finally turned her head without saying a word.

Xu Jiamu had a very good temper, without any displeasure, just bent down, cleaned up the mess all over the floor, and walked out of the bedroom.

After a while, another bowl of porridge came in.
Chapter completed!