"I'm very happy that you can come. I received the notebook that day. Don't worry, I will inherit my father's wishes and give money to the person in the notebook every month."
Qiao Nian handed him the small book. He went to check who was on the list, and all of them were his father's old comrades-in-arms.
Wei Mingxuan pursed his lips, unable to hide the emotion on his face, and whispered to the girl, "Qiao Nian, thank you. Without you..."
Just as he was speaking halfway, Wei Lou came over, grabbed his arm and interrupted what he was saying, as if he was careless, as if he didn't mean anything. "Dad, why do you talk so much? It's almost enough, let Qiao Xiaonian go in first."
.If you block people at the door, what will other people think?"
There are a lot of guests coming to express their condolences at the Wei family today, and they all have the heads of Beijing and City. Wei Mingxuan is in charge of the overall situation of the Wei family.
You are the absolute master today.
The protagonist left so many guests without greeting him and went to talk to a young girl. There was something very eye-catching about him.
Many people are looking in this direction.
He looked Qiao Nian up and down, as if trying to figure out where Qiao Nian was.
After all, Wei Mingxuan had emerged from the storm like a human being. When his son reminded him, he later realized that it was a good time not to reminisce about old times.
He rubbed his forehead and smiled helplessly, "Look at me, I'm so busy."
He raised his head again and looked at the girl with apologetic eyes, "Ms. Qiao, don't mind. I'll come to thank you in person when I'm done."
Qiao Nian was not good at handling this kind of situation. She had a dry look on her face. She raised her hand, subconsciously trying to pull the brim of her hat. Then she realized that she was going out without wearing a peaked cap. She raised her hand in mid-air and put it down again. Her cold white skin turned white under the sun.
It's eye-catching, porcelain white and delicate. "Uncle Wei, you don't have to be polite to me. I told you that I have friends with Wei Lou, and Grandpa Wei also has my elders. I'm the only one who couldn't help. I'm sorry."
For the first time, she was unable to snatch someone back from the hands of death.
It was also because of Mr. Wei that she realized for the first time that death was very close to her.
Life is so short, it seems that in the blink of an eye, as soon as you let go, a person is gone.
Qiao Nian pursed her lips. When she passed by the young man, she raised her hand and patted the man's shoulder gently. There was no superfluous expression on her face, but her movements were very warm. "My condolences."
She patted it and took back her hand, put one hand in her pocket, and walked straight towards the mourning hall.
The guard stayed until the girl had gone far.
Only then did I see the girl’s back gradually disappearing.
He looked stunned for a second, then raised the corner of his mouth, almost showing that he was smiling like a fool when he was circling the city, but the corner of his mouth only raised halfway and then fell down, leaving only endless bitterness.
He stayed in Baocheng for three years. During these three years, he was always thinking about how to get closer and closer to Qiao Nian.
He never thought that he would be in such a situation when he finally waited for his sweetheart to take the initiative to approach him.
This feeling of sympathy from a girl who has been secretly loved for many years...
Wei Lou twitched the corners of his mouth, almost wanting to curse.
Fucked the dog!
The funeral hall of Mr. Wei was very solemnly decorated.
When guests come in to express their condolences, the order of the guests is to line up. Everyone goes to the mourning hall and puts down the white flowers they brought. After bowing, they change to the next person.
Qiao Nian was at the back of the queue.
After Qin Si bowed to the old man in the photo, he put down the white flowers, turned around and left, when he saw that there were girls lining up in the crowd.