"Okay, I understand. There is still something wrong here, so I'll hang up the phone first."

After hanging up the phone, Su Hang noticed someone was looking at him and subconsciously turned around.

After seeing Su Songyi, I was stunned at first, then a little nervous, and then a little joy and restrained.

As before, nothing changed.

This is the first thought that popped up in Su Songyi's mind after seeing him.

He suddenly didn't want to go forward, so he wanted to turn around and left quickly.

“It’s always something to face.”

Fang Zhiya, who was beside him, shook his arm and encouraged him.

Su Songyi let her hold her hand and move forward, feeling a little uneasy and a little relieved.

"Hello uncle!"

After seeing Su Hang, Fang Zhiya thanked him politely. After learning about Su Hang from Fang Huai, she didn't hate him very much.

"Hey! Hello!"

When Su Hang saw Fang Zhihua, a very kind smile appeared on his face.

After looking at Fang Zhihua repeatedly, the more I looked at him, the more I felt satisfied.

"Come here to sit."

The siblings followed him and walked through the path along the way.

The guests in the hall, those who Su Songyi knew and those who didn’t know were all gathered together.

The child ran around, holding remotely controlled helicopter toys and candies in his hands, laughing and chasing.

The adults were stern, scolding the children, and making them speak smaller.

The boys and girls who went to junior high school had neither smiles nor sadness, and they lowered their heads and played with their mobile phones.

Finally, there is the owner of the mourning hall, a thin remains.

Su Yuanshan died in the evening and decided to send it to the funeral home for cremation at noon.

During his lifetime, he must have been a very strong old man, with a sturdy beard, a face with a bulge of eyebrows.

After his death, his lips turned gray and he looked haggard.

The table was filled with aromatherapy and some white candles that had melted half.

The mourning hall was full of crying. Those younger generations had no reaction, and a sense of indifference or impatience appeared on their faces.

Middle-aged women gathered together and cried loudly, but few of them were actually crying.

"I am sorry for your loss."

"Say sad."

Such words are often spoken from the older elders, and while smearing turbid tears.

It’s not that I really cried for the dead, but that I thought that I would have such a day in the near future, and I couldn’t help but feel sad.

Su Songyi didn't want to follow Su Hang, but looking at the people in the room who didn't want to contact, he still stood beside him.

"This is?"

Su Qiang walked to Su Hang and looked at Su Songyi beside him, vaguely surprised.

Su Hang originally wanted to say "my son", but he was afraid that it would make Su Songyi feel dissatisfied.

As a biological father, he actually feels so humble.

He hesitated for a while, looked at Su Songyi sideways, and said to Su Qiang: "Your nephew."

After saying that, he introduced to Su Songyi again.

"This is your aunt."

"I don't remember it anymore."

Su Songyi nodded Dandan. In fact, he still remembered some of the relatives in the family.

"Ah! Are you Song Yi? You are so tall! You were here before."

Su Qiang seemed very surprised when she compared her lower abdomen. Her voice suddenly attracted the attention of the guests in the hall.

Everyone looked at it one after another. The older generation saw the most, saying things like "This little guy is so handsome."

The middle-aged women whispered while looking at each other.

The juniors looked up at him, then lowered their heads to continue playing with their phones.

"I am your aunt. When I was a child, I hugged you."

Su Qiang is an urban woman dressed very delicately, with her clothes and makeup very particular.

She looks and temperament are not bad, but Su Songyi always thinks she is good at calculating and likes to pretend to be polite, which is particularly hypocritical.

So Su Songyi doesn't like her very much.

"Who is this?"

Su Qiang looked at Fang Zhiya again.

"She is also my daughter. Her father and I are good brothers. Song Yi has been fostering her house over the years."

Su Hang explained slowly.

Fang Zhiya heard this and looked at Su Hang sideways. Her inner restraint and uneasiness suddenly became less.

"Oh, that's right."

When Su Qiang heard this, he looked at him meaningfully and stopped asking any more questions.

There are many aunts and aunts who come to talk to each other, and they have to get close to each other regardless of whether they have any contact or not.

Looking at Su Hang who was not talking much, Su Songyi could probably understand why they were so enthusiastic.

The topic revolves around Su Songyi’s current life.

"How are your current grades? Your cousin is in a first-tier university now. If you don't know what you can do, you can ask him to communicate with him in his studies."

The aunt, who is a little bloated, is full of pride when she speaks this.

Her family finally found a college student, and they would ask their children about their school grades when they meet.

Su Songyi didn't speak much, and Fang Zhiya, who was beside him, said quietly: "We are two of us who are recommended to Peking University."

As soon as these words came out, the smile on the eldest aunt's face froze.

The people in the mourning hall looked sideways frequently, and the eyes that were stuck on Su Songyi were much more numerous.

"Oh! Peking University, that's amazing!"

"No matter how much you study, it's useless. You have to work for others. You have to sell pork after graduating from Peking University?"

A somewhat sarcastic middle-aged woman's voice rang in the corner.

"You're so sad. Your son can't even reach the third-tier line. He went to college at 200 points, but he didn't see you not let him study."

The man beside him sneered at him.

"It is a good thing to read more, but you can't just be able to read, but you also need emotional intelligence! It's not okay to have IQ but not EQ, EQ is more important."

A relative whom he didn't know began to preach to Su Songyi, and Su Hang told Su Songyi that it was his uncle.

Su Songyi just nodded slightly and didn't say anything.

There are always some people in this society who regard smoothness as wisdom, numbness as depth, and worldly scheming as maturity. They advocate the so-called "emotional intelligence".

Little do they know that these people can't even understand the true meaning of emotional intelligence.

Although emotional intelligence includes the level of interaction between people, the meaning of emotional intelligence does not refer to flattery, flattery, flattery, or hypocrisy.

"Your dad has made a lot of money now. You must respect him well, otherwise how can you take over his job in the future?"

Similar words are endless, and there are also questions such as "How are your family there? Is your stepfather good to you?" This seems to be caring, but actually meddling in other people's business.

"Put incense to your grandpa. When you were a child, he still loved you very much."

An older elder in the family looked at Su Songyi with a kind look.

Su Songyi thought about it, but did not refuse. He picked up an incense stick and lit it, walked over, inserted it into the incense burner, and bowed twice.

Su Hang also lit an aromatherapy stick. After scenting, he seemed to be a little thirsty.

While no one was paying attention, he picked up a pear on the Lingtai Fruit Plate and took a bite.

The juice is plump and the taste is sweet.

"It's quite sweet, should I have one?"

He said to Su Songyi.

Su Songyi was slightly stunned when he saw him stealing the tribute.
To be continued...