Goodbye, scumbag husband, the one who is not loved is the clown

The world is like a black and white silent movie.

Xu Jiayun walked through the dark white corridor and came to the emergency room where her grandmother had stayed for the last time.

From the airport to here, she didn't say a word and didn't shed a tear.

"The deceased was pronounced dead at 9:20 am after failed attempts to save him. The cause of death was sudden cardiogenic shock. We tried our best to save him, but he was in the late stages of liver cancer and his underlying health was very poor. We were unable to save him... The family expresses their condolences."

The doctor stood beside the operating table, his hands folded in front of him, his expression heavy.

Xu Jiayun walked forward slowly, raised his hand slowly, and grabbed the white cloth covering Xu Lanzhi with trembling fingertips.

The old woman must have been in great pain when she passed away. Even now, her brows are still tightly furrowed.

"grandmother."

Xu Jiayun touched the old woman's face, which was still warm, and said softly, "Grandma, you must have had a hard time these days. It's okay. It doesn't hurt anymore, it's not uncomfortable anymore..."

The voice was soft and gentle, as if afraid of waking up the sleeping old man.

Her trembling fingertips stroked the old man's eyebrows again and again.

The time of his death was not long, and the body had not yet hardened. With her efforts, the old man's frown relaxed.

Xu Jiayun smiled, her eyes were red and almost bloodshot, but she refused to shed a tear.

She had to be strong and not let her grandmother pass away in peace.

"Grandma, what a pity! You'll be able to see Nian Nian in a few months..." She smiled and sniffed hard to suppress the fishy-sweet taste rising in her throat. "It's okay. I'll bring Nian Nian to see you after he's born."

Pei Sangyu stood aside, looking at Xu Jiayun's appearance at the moment, and couldn't help but clench his hands hanging by his side.

He thought Xu Jiayun would break down and cry.

No.

She was very calm. She tidied the old man's appearance, said goodbye to him politely, and then helped him pull the white cloth over his head again.

Xu Jiayun turned around and looked at Pei Sangyu, "I want to take grandma home."

Pei Sangyu frowned, "Returning to Xu Village?"

"Yes." Xu Jiayun nodded, his voice firm. "That's where my grandmother lived all her life. It's like returning to one's roots."

The dead are greater than the dead. This time Pei Sangyu did not refuse Xu Jiayun.

...

In the previous life, Xu Lanzhi's funeral was forced to be held simply in Yuecheng, because Pei Sangyu hated Xu Jiayun at that time and would never let Xu Jiayun get his wish.

Even Xu Lanzhi's funeral became one of Pei Sangyu's means of torturing Xu Jiayun.

The funeral was very simple and cold. Xu Lanzhi, who had been kind and helpful throughout her life, was trapped on that cold hospital bed as a bargaining chip to threaten Xu Jiayun before her death. After her death, she didn't even have a decent funeral. In the end, even the cemetery was chosen by Pei Sangyu at random.

Even his only granddaughter was unable to attend the farewell ceremony in person.

Xu Jiayun was unable to change the outcome of her grandmother's death. In fact, her grandmother passed away earlier in this life than in the previous one.

She blamed herself, with emotions pent up in her chest. She didn't want to cry or vent.

The only thing I can do is to do my best to gain dignity for my grandmother.

By returning to Xujia Village for the funeral, grandma can pass away in dignity and at least be buried with grandpa.

Xu Lanzhi was very popular in Xujia Village. When the villagers heard the news of her death, they all rushed to attend the funeral.

Pei Sangyu hired a professional funeral team, and the funeral was extremely grand and decent.

The custom of Xujia Village in holding funerals is that the body is first mourned and bid farewell to by relatives and friends at home before being sent to the crematorium.

After cremation, the burial ceremony was carried out on the mountain.

My grandfather died early, and my grandmother reserved a place for herself next to his grave.

Xu Jiayun was wearing a plain black dress, and her five-month pregnant belly could no longer be concealed. She was holding Xu Lanzhi's portrait, her pale face numb and silent.

The funeral ceremony is over.

Friends, relatives, and neighbors who came to see him off all left.

The neighbor's aunt was good friends with my grandmother. Before she left, she came over, hugged Xu Jiayun, and patted her back gently: "Child, if you feel sad, just cry."

Xu Jiayun reached out and hugged the old lady back, saying thank you in a hoarse voice.

Seeing her like this, the old lady shook her head, wiped her tears, said goodbye and walked down the mountain.

People are gone.

The sky was gray and a drizzle was falling slowly.

A black umbrella was held above Xu Jiayun's head.

Xu Jiayun raised her eyes and met the man's dark eyes.

"It's raining." Pei Sangyu looked at her pale face, "You should go back and rest."

The funeral lasted for three days, and Xu Jiayun did not sleep for three days and three nights.

She is pregnant, how can she bear this?

At this moment, Pei Sangyu himself did not realize that his concern for Xu Jiayun had gone beyond exploitation.

He only knew that during these three days, his eyes had been unconsciously locked on Xu Jiayun, watching her handle Xu Lanzhi's funeral arrangements sensibly and calmly.

Seeing her staggering several times due to exhaustion, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then gritted her teeth to hold on;

Seeing her forcing herself to eat those nutritious porridge even though she clearly wanted to vomit several times;

Pei Sangyu actually knew how much of a blow Xu Lanzhi's death had dealt to her, but the dead could not be resurrected, and he could not change the outcome.

Apart from helping Xu Jiayun handle Xu Lanzhi's funeral in a decent manner, he didn't know what else he could do.

"I want to talk to grandma." Xu Jiayun looked at him with a distant tone, "Can you let me be alone for a while?"

Pei Sangyu frowned, looking at Xu Jiayun with a deep and complicated look in his eyes, "Xu Jiayun, the dead cannot be resurrected, you have to learn to let it go."

It had been three days and three nights, and this was the first sentence Xu Jiayun said to him, but it was to drive him away.

Pei Sangyu was unhappy and spoke in a harsh tone.

Xu Jiayun tightened her hands at her sides, and the emotions that had been suppressed in her chest almost burst out completely.

She gritted her teeth, swallowed the sweet taste in her throat, and pulled the corner of her mouth, "You are right, I will go back after I have said the last few words to grandma, you go to the car and wait for me."

Pei Sangyu pursed his lips, feeling inexplicably heavy in his chest.

He always felt that there was something indescribable about Xu Jiayun's calmness.

The two looked at each other, speechless.

After a moment, Pei Sangyu sighed and turned to walk towards where the car was parked.

Zhou Jing chased Pei Sangyu with an umbrella.

Chi Yu stepped forward and opened the umbrella to cover Xu Jiayun's head.

Xu Jiayun turned his head to look at her, "You leave too."

Chi Yu frowned, "I can't leave."

"Chi Yu." Xu Jiayun closed his eyes, his voice hoarse and weak, "I don't want to lose my temper with you."

"You can be angry with me, but I won't leave." Chi Yu said firmly.

Xu Jiayun looked at her, tears flashing in her red eyes, but her eyes were full of ridicule, "Chi Yu, I don't need sympathy. Sympathy won't make any difference to my situation."

Chi Yu tightened his grip on the umbrella handle slightly and said in a low voice, "I just don't want to see you alone now."