Tu Yunliang's father's memorial service was arranged on the third day after his death. On this day, the deceased's family, relatives, friends, colleagues, classmates, bosses, including Wang Bo and Su Mengyao, all came to the funeral home of Tingling. Under the leadership of the emcee and etiquette staff, they chased and recalled the past together, and gave the final mourning and condolence to Tu Yunliang's father Tu Jianhua.

A silence, a wreath, a eulogy was delivered, and a commemorative message from Tu Jianhua's unit and brothers' units was recited on behalf of him. The condolences, letters of condolences, and thanks from his family... Tu Jianhua's memorial service was carried out in an orderly manner in a serious and melancholy atmosphere. Perhaps it was because there were too many people, or his complex emotions had been spread in the past two days. Today, Wang Bo could not feel too much sorrow. Some were just a compassion for Tu Yunliang's normal love for the loss of his father, his grandmother's son, and his mother's husband.

"Don't let tears wet the way forward. All we can do is to be strong! Now please stand up and bow three times to Mr. Tu Jianhua's body to express our grief!" The emcee held the microphone and sang loudly, so everyone began to bow three times to Tu Jianhua's body.

"Thank you very much for all the leaders, colleagues, and friends for coming to attend Mr. Tu Jianhua's memorial service, which made today's memorial service particularly grand. Thank you everyone! Please ask your family to go around the spirit and do your last farewell!" The emcee continued, and the sorrow and joy sounded at the right time, and at the same time, the sad cry of Tu Jianhua's wife and the helpless scream of Tu Yunliang's "Dad, Dad". Other close relatives who were wandering around were also red in their eyes, and some were wiping their tears. At this moment, they all realized that this was the last moment of looking at their husbands, fathers, brothers, brothers-in-laws, uncles.... After this moment, Tu Jianhua's body will be funeral and sent directly to the crematorium, which will be destroyed.

After lunch, Wang Bo was about to say goodbye. Before leaving, Wang Bo held Tu Yunliang's hand and said:

"Yunliang, Mengyao and I are ready to leave. After you deal with your father's funeral, go back to school to attend classes. People cannot be resurrected, so don't be too sad. After your father leaves, you are now the pillar of the family... You must take good care of your mother."

"I...I know...Brother Bo..." Tu Yunliang said intermittently, and tears flowed out again, "Thank you, Brother Bo, and Mengyao, for delaying your time--"

"Don't say these!" Wang Bo interrupted Tu Yunliang's words, hugged the other party in his arms, and patted him hard on the back.

The two began to say goodbye to Tu Yunliang's mother and grandmother. The two women who lost their son and husband were both very sad. They held Wang Bo's hand and said thank you, and told him and Su Mengyao to come to Mao/xian if they had time. This time they were really rude and had no time to accompany them.

Wang Bo drove his Audi and carried Su Mengyao to slowly leave the restaurant where the funeral banquet was having lunch. Tu Yunliang, his withered mother and white-haired grandmother, his uncle Jiang Xuebing, and other relatives and friends stood by the road to say goodbye. In the rearview mirror, Tu Yunliang chased his car for a few steps, waved his hands constantly, and his dark and thin face was full of tears, with a strong reluctance.

At this moment, the feeling that had been suppressed in Wang Bo's heart burst out, and tears that had been in his eyes for a long time suddenly flowed out. At this moment, he felt that he seemed to have become Tu Yunliang, deeply experiencing the pain of losing his relatives! As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the car accelerated rapidly, and the thin shadow in the rearview mirror became smaller and smaller, gradually fading away, and soon disappeared.

At this time, a ball of white shadow was delivered to him, a ball of soft paper handed over by Su Mengyao.

"It doesn't matter?" Su Mengyao asked in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter." Wang Bo held the steering wheel with one hand, took it with the other hand, and wiped the tears on his face. "Tu Yunliang's appearance reminded me of some people and some things, and I couldn't control my emotions."

On the way back, Wang Bo and Su Mengyao still changed people and didn't change cars, and drove in turns. However, because they were not as rushing as they came, they did not drive as fast as they were for safety reasons, and they were slowly and slowly. When they were at the expressway service station, they got off the bus and rested for 10 or 20 minutes.

Because I was not in a hurry to drive, even though I started to set off after lunch, the night had already fallen by Shuangqing, and it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

When the car was about to reach the Yanggongqiao interchange, Su Mengyao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly turned sideways and looked at Wang Bo calmly: "Wang Bo, tonight... I don't want to go back to the dormitory. I want to go to your place." Su Mengyao bit her lip and looked at Wang Bo's side face. Her face turned a little red, and her big eyes were full of determination.

Wang Bo's heart thumped, hesitated for a moment, but he immediately answered with his actions. He hit the steering wheel, dropped the car and drove straight towards Three Gorges Square.

Su Mengyao was always nervous, afraid that Wang Bo would find a reason to refuse, otherwise she would feel very embarrassed. It was not until Wang Bo turned the car and kept the car away from the direction of the school that she breathed a sigh of relief.

However, thinking about what would happen tonight, her heartbeat couldn't help but beating faster, and the skin on her body began to heat up slowly, and it seemed that even the bottom was getting a little wet. Su Mengyao closed her legs tightly, and a shiver flowed through her whole body like an electric current. In the secret, something was flowing.

At this time, Wang Bo's heart was also burning. Su Mengyao's words seemed to ignite the fuse of a certain explosive/pharmaceutical bag, suppressing him. The ****, which had been controlled for two days, exploded suddenly, and could not bear it anymore. At this time, he wanted to drive not a car, but an airplane, and flew to the soft big bed at home.

He successfully drove the car into the underground garage of the apartment and went straight to the seventh floor through the elevator in the garage. When he arrived at the seventh floor, Wang Bo couldn't wait to take out the key and open the door. Because he was too anxious, the key in his hand was inserted twice without inserting it into the keyhole. His anxious look made Su Mengyao giggle.

The door finally opened and then closed quickly. It was the first time Su Mengyao came to the apartment in Wangbosha District. She was still looking around, but Wangbo immediately pressed against the wall.

"Wait... wait a moment..." Su Mengyao instinctively yelled. After saying a few words, Wang Bo blocked the words behind him with his mouth.

"Woooooooo..." The girl shook her head to protest, but felt a soft foreign object violently prying her teeth. As soon as Su Mengyao opened her mouth, the foreign object suddenly broke into the gate. The next moment, she rolled up her small lilac bag and rolled backwards like a tornado.
Chapter completed!