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The funeral went smoothly, Ni Xiangping sat in the first row by the window, and Lu Cheng was several seats away from him, and he could hear Lu Cheng crying in a low voice.

Finally, the screen played the videos and photos that Shen Chian had recorded before his death.

There are a few photos of him and Ni Yilan. Ni Yilan's hair was still dyed orange when she was young, which didn't complement her own whiteness. On the contrary, it made Shen Chian next to her white.

The last few photos are the undisclosed wedding photos of Shen Chi'an and Lu Cheng.

Lu Cheng's suit is black, Shen Chi'an's is white, the two are holding the same bouquet of red roses, Shen Chi'an is smiling happily, Lu Cheng's eyes are only on him, not at the camera.

Lu Cheng couldn't stop crying, and was carried away from the venue.Later, some relatives left crying.

In the past few days, I haven't seen Lu Cheng expressing grief, so the grief accumulated and fell on Lu Cheng at once, and Lu Cheng couldn't bear it.

Ni Xiangping supported his head, his mood switched back and forth between Shen Chi'an and Qiu Songqi.

Qiu Songqi said just now that he was going on a business trip to City A for a few days, and would help him understand the houses and jobs there, as well as the all-weather treatment center.

Ni Xiangping was surprised that Qiu Songqi didn't pester him, but instead helped him.

It should be like this, Ni Xiangping thought, Qiu Songqi has been entangled for so long, and a lot of big and small things have happened during this time, so he should be tired too.

Just going to City A this time, even if it is true that everyone lives their own lives.

Compared with living under the same sky now, where you can’t see up and down, city A is not close to city F, and it takes more than an hour to draw by plane, so it will be difficult to meet once a month.

Thinking of this, Ni Xiangping's heart suddenly sank. If he could, he wouldn't mind staying in City F like this. Although Qiu Songqi always came to bother him from time to time, at least he was very happy to have such a person in his life.

Although happy, without exception, helpless.

But compared to the previous quarrels and indifference every day and night, Ni Xiangping is quite satisfied.

He didn't unrealistically expect Qiu Songqi to change much, so a little change is precious.

If such a person is really missing in the future, Ni Xiangping doesn't know how much time it will take him to adapt.

After the funeral, Ni Xiangping left the venue, wanting to go out to take a breather. He saw Qiu Songqi in the distance sitting on a stone pier next to the wildflowers at the intersection, and picked a wildflower for Haihai.

Haihai seemed to like it quite a bit, he grabbed Hua'er, lowered his head and made fun of it.

Qiu Songqi looked down at Haihai, at the swirling hair on the top of his head, and the hair that was not thick.

"Isn't it still a bit late, you're going to elementary school soon." Qiu Songqi raised his hand to caress Hai Hai's hair, covered his whole head with his broad palm, and shook, "Father Qiu, I'm sorry."

Haihai remained silent as always, picked off a petal, threw it on the ground, picked off another petal, and continued to throw it on the ground, until the one flower was plucked empty, he changed another one to continue.

"Xiangping is very good to you, he is what a father should be. So you have to listen to him. Don't cry all the time, he is very hard."

He paused for a few seconds, then continued:

"Father Qiu goes to City A on a business trip every month, and will visit you every month. He will stay a few days longer, try to stay for half a month. You can also come to play with Father Qiu, and Father Qiu will give you whatever you want Buy." He coaxed Haihai in a low voice.

He is more than four years old, almost five years old, and by this time next year, he should be a primary school student.

Haihai probably wouldn't be carrying a heavy schoolbag -- it's stuffed with snacks instead of homework.But he will go to the way of education of autistic children, maybe become a painter.Maybe it's nothing, and I need someone to take care of me for the rest of my life.

But it doesn't matter, Qiu Songqi thinks he can afford it.

"You are a complete gnawing old man." He half joked, covering up the sadness in his heart.

Qiu Songqi knew that Qiu Haihai's left ear went in and out of his right ear, and he might not even have gone in.

"Father Qiu loves you." Qiu Songqi kissed Hai Hai's forehead.

"Qiu, dad." Haihai tore off the petals and threw them on the ground, repeating simply.

This is the only word Haihai has ever learned, and Ni Xiangping only taught this word, Haihai can't learn any other words.In other words, learning is useless.

Haihai has hardly spoken, and his voice is not sweet, and even a little harsh.Like cotton candy mixed in the throat, vague, if you don't listen carefully, Qiu Songqi can't hear what he is saying, only feel a few syllables.

Qiu Songqi was dazed for half a second, with a sore nose, bent down and cried holding Haihai.

Ni Xiangping watched from a distance, not knowing what they said, and saw Qiu Songqi hugging Haihai, as if crying.

He hesitated for a while, and went to the cemetery in the back mountain without disturbing him.

Autumn is here, and the leaves of the kapok tree are still green, as if the cold mist can't take away their vitality.The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves.

The tombstone had already been made, standing under a tree, it was blue-gray, and felt grainy with stone and sand.

"How are you and Qiu Songqi?" Lu Cheng didn't know when he appeared, holding a few white flowers and placing them in front of Shen Chi'an's tombstone.

Many different types of flowers have been placed in front of the tombstone, and they have only one characteristic, which is shining white.

Unlike kapok, kapok will be red when opened.Ni Xiangping looked at it and thought, if spring came, the kapok would fall on the grass and beside the tombstone, mixed with the white flowers, it would be a wonderful sight.

It's a pity that Shen Chi'an couldn't see it himself.

"Why do you ask that?" Ni Xiangping asked back, not knowing how to answer.

"Didn't Qiu Songqi cry in the parking lot just now, you should have seen it." Lu Cheng's face faded from the sadness at the funeral just now, his eyes were gray, and his tone of voice was very flat.

"Before he said that you divorced him, I was actually quite surprised. Later I thought you were reconciled, but now I don't understand. But why this is so, Qiu Songqi does not love you."

Ni Xiangping pondered for a while: "But only love is not enough. Just like you are to Shen Chi'an, only love is not enough."

Lu Cheng choked up.

What else is needed.Lu Cheng didn't ask, but he had the answer in his heart.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to City A. If he says it, he probably wants to stay here." Ni Xiangping shrugged, but there was a stone in his heart. Children's love is too tiring. People still have to be more pragmatic. After all, I still have a son to raise."

Lu Cheng didn't object, he just said: "What about Qiu Songqi? What should he do? I don't think he will feel better."

"He will understand, one day he will." Ni Xiangping smiled.This smile is not happy, it is just self-comfort.

Lu Cheng sighed and left.

Ni Xiangping stood firmly beside the tombstone, and after standing for a while, he squatted down, arranged the flowers on it, and closed them so that they would not scatter.

tick.

A drop of water fell on a soft petal, Ni Xiangping looked up at the sky, the sky was still blue, and there was no sign of rain.

He rubbed his face with his sleeve, and the color of the sleeve became darker after soaking in a little water. It turned out that he was crying.

Ni Xiangping buried his head in tears for a while, stood up again holding the tombstone, and bid farewell to Shen Chi'an.

"Chi An, you will wish me happiness. But you may call me worthless. But I have been worthless, and you know that I really love him very much. "

"I can't, I really can't."

Ni Xiangping cried while talking.

"Give me another chance and I will still be with him. I will still give birth to Haihai."

"Whether only love is enough or not. I don't know, I really don't know." Ni Xiangping's tears kept falling on the flowers.

He cried for a long time before leaving here.

"Hello." Qiu Songqi hugged Haihai, sitting in a daze under the scorching dry sun.

"Mr. Qiu, your flight to City A at 08:30 tonight, do you still remember?" Ruan Xi's voice had an official tone, which made Qiu Songqi very uncomfortable.

"Understood." He raised his eyes and saw Ni Xiangping coming from a distance, and hung up the phone.

Qiu Songqi was not sure if his complexion looked good enough, so good that there was no trace of crying.

When Ni Xiangping got closer, Qiu Songqi said, "I'm going to City A tomorrow, and I'll check out the houses and treatment centers there, and I'll be back around NO.11."

Ni Xiangping pursed his lips and looked up at him without making a sound or nodding, like a log.

Qiu Songqi and him looked at each other for a long time, and when he mentioned No.11, he remembered something, and he turned around and picked a white wild flower from the bushes.

Spreading out his palm, there were wild flowers of various sizes on the palm lines, and he handed it to Ni Xiangping: "Well, I didn't celebrate your birthday in July. Happy birthday."

Ni Xiangping didn't pick it up, so Qiu Songqi clipped the flower to Ni Xiangping's ear.

"Hello!" Ni Xiangping didn't take it off, his eyes were red.

"I... what do you want?" Qiu Songqi asked.

"Remarry."