The time of the city

Mo Yu comforted Shang Xue for a long time before her emotions stabilized. After coaxing her to finish her meal, she took Shang Xue to her room to rest.

After finishing everything, Mo Yu was extremely sleepy. It was already evening in the US, and she had been on a plane all day.

Ni Yuantang saw Mo Yu yawning constantly, so he asked Ni Jiamu to take Mo Yu upstairs to sleep.

After sending Mo Yu to the door of the room, Ni Jiamu was about to go downstairs. Mo Yu grabbed him and said, "Brother, you need to rest too. Let's sleep together."

After saying that, Mo Yu stuffed Ni Jiamu into the room next to hers and quickly closed the door. After thinking about it, she still felt that it was not appropriate, so she locked the door again.

Mo Yu fell asleep soon after due to exhaustion. When she woke up, it was already dark. Mo Yu hurried out of her room and opened the next door. Ni Jiamu was sitting at his desk working on his work.

The man's figure overlapped with that of nine years ago, except that back then he was just a senior high school student, while now he was a successful company CEO. Mo Yu lamented the passage of time in her heart.

The deceased is like a husband who does not want to leave day or night.

Feeling Mo Yu's gaze, Ni Jiamu turned around and asked gently, "How was your rest?"

"That's fine, brother, let's go downstairs to eat."

At the dinner table, Shang Xue was still in a very low mood. She barely touched the rice in her bowl, and barely ate any of the dishes.

"Mom, cheer up. Xiaoyu and I still need you. This family still needs you."

"Yes, Mom, you can't be so depressed anymore. Eat some chicken." Mo Yu picked up a piece of meat and put it into Shang Xue's bowl.

"Okay." Shang Xue put the meat into her mouth with tears in her eyes. "Fortunately, mom still has you."

After dinner, Mo Yu chatted with Shang Xue in the living room. Slowly, the gloomy mood on her face eased a lot. Mo Yu was naturally very happy in her heart and wanted to chat with her for a while.

At this time, Ni Jiamu brought two glasses of milk and gave one to her and Shang Xue. "Mom, have a glass of milk. It's getting late, you should go to bed early. We have to attend grandpa's funeral tomorrow. If you don't feel well, grandpa won't be happy."

Mo Yu slapped her forehead. She had actually forgotten and was still thinking about comforting Shang Xue all night. After seeing Shang Xue off, Ni Jiamu saw Mo Yu still sitting in the living room.

He walked over and sat across from her, handing her the untouched milk on the table. "I know you can't sleep. Drinking milk will make you feel better."

Even though Mo Yu was not sleepy at all, she didn't want to trouble Ni Jiamu. He didn't sleep when she slept today and was very sleepy now.

Mo Yu took the milk and gulped it down in one gulp. "Brother, I can sleep. Don't you know me well? I'm a sleepyhead. I'm going to sleep. You should get some rest too."

After entering the room and lying on the bed, Mo Yu was still very awake for an unknown amount of time.

"Why don't I know how to deal with jet lag? I'll give Feifei a call." As usual, she reached for her phone on the bedside table, but it was empty. Mo Yu got out of bed again and searched her bag, but still couldn't find it.

Finally, she searched the room and came to the conclusion that she didn't bring her cell phone with her when she returned home.

Unable to distract herself without her phone, Mo Yu stared out the window. Soon, the rain began to fall. City A always experiences intermittent rain during the rainy season. A blanket of dark clouds enveloped the entire city, making it feel oppressive and suffocating.

Mo Yu fell asleep only when the day was about to break. In her drowsiness, she heard the sound of conversation outside the door.

"Let her sleep a little longer. I'll go call her later."

"Okay, Master."

Mo Yu forced her sleepy eyes open. The clock on the wall read seven. Today was her grandfather's funeral; she couldn't afford to sleep in. She rubbed her temples, got out of bed, and changed into a long black dress from the closet.

When I opened the door, Ni Jiamu was already waiting there. He was wearing a black suit, looking serious and solemn.

"Brother, where are mom and dad?"

"They went to the farewell hall first. Let's go downstairs to eat. After eating, we will go together."

When she went out, it was still raining, as if to exaggerate the loneliness and sadness to the extreme. Mo Yu wondered if the heavens were also sad, so she shed tears.

Ni Jiamu, who was driving next to her, said nothing, his eyes bloodshot. She knew that he didn't sleep well last night.

Arriving at the farewell hall, Mo Yu prepared to get out of the car. Ni Jiamu grabbed her hand and said, "Xiao Yu, why do such cruel rituals as funerals exist? Is it to once again tell us that our loved ones are gone?"

Ni Jiamu's voice trembled with tears in his eyes. Outside the window, beneath the dark, gloomy sky, the shrill honking of horns and the sounds of shouting mingled, and the ground was littered with silvery-white fragments of hurried pedestrians' reflections...

Mo Yu didn’t know how long the rain would last, or where the hurried pedestrians were going. She only knew that the man in front of her needed her.

Mo Yu held his hand and said, "Brother, the meaning of a funeral is not just the farewell of the living to the deceased. Funerals are more meaningful in teaching us to cherish those around us and to face life with more strength."

"When a person leaves this world, he doesn't just go with the dust, he doesn't leave naked. He takes something away from the living. Grandpa's departure took away Mom's support and our happiness. But he also told us to cherish the people around us. Now that Grandpa is gone, we are Mom's support, so cheer up, brother."

After hearing what Mo Yu said, Ni Jiamu curled his eyes and said, "I understand, I will be your support. Get out of the car."

Ni Jiamu held an umbrella and walked towards the auditorium holding Mo Yu's hand. The rain was still pouring down and many small puddles had accumulated on the street, but the atmosphere was not as dull and depressing as before.

Throughout the ceremony, Shang Xue's tears never dried. Mo Yu, looking at her grandfather's portrait, felt strangely distressed. Although she wasn't his biological granddaughter and only saw him during Chinese New Year, she could truly feel his love for her.

I still remember that it was Mo Yu's first New Year in City A. Under Shang Xue's leadership, she came to her grandfather's house for the first time. She was very shy, and when everyone was happy, she only dared to hide in the corner of the sofa.

"Child, why is your granddaughter hiding here?" The kind old man also squatted in the corner like her. Seeing that she didn't say anything, he didn't rush and took out a handful of candy from his pocket and stuffed it into her bag.

"Shh, don't let those bad boys snatch it away and come back to grandpa for more after they finish eating."

Mo Yu's eyes welled up as she thought about the past. "Grandpa, let me protect your parents and brother for you."