mtl008 Chapter 910 Thank you for thinking about me
Chapter 910 Thank you for thinking about me
After hanging up the phone, Shen Qing felt a little uneasy.
Li Jingnan died in a car accident? This is too sudden!
She calmed down and sat on the sofa.
I don’t know how to describe my mood at this moment.
She suddenly remembered that she needed to transfer money to Qin Feng.
Then he took out his cell phone and transferred it directly to Qin Feng.
He didn't even have the money to pay for Li Jingnan's funeral.
At this time, she still couldn't bear to refuse Qin Feng and lent her the money.
After all, death is a big deal.
The funeral arrangements must be made.
Qin Feng replied to her quickly.
[Shen Qing, thank you. I will definitely return the money to you.]
Shen Qing also replied to him, "Give her a proper funeral!"
Then she put her phone down.
On the other side, Qin Feng was with the child.
Left the hospital.
He brought his daughter to his rented house.
"Xinxin, you can stay here with dad today!"
Xinxin nodded.
Qin Feng looked at the small bed and continued, "You can sleep on the bed, and Dad will sleep on the floor."
Qin Feng casually took a bed sheet and spread it on the ground.
He settled his daughter down and lay on the ground alone.
Looking at the dilapidated roof, Qin Feng didn't sleep much all night, thinking about Li Jingnan's funeral the next day.
He couldn't contact Li Zekun and didn't know where he was, so he had to help Li Jingnan organize the event alone.
……
Finally made it to the next day.
Qin Feng took his daughter to the funeral.
The icy rain, like Qin Feng's current mood, weaved delicately across the sky, shrouding the world in a gray, oppressive haze. Yesterday's thunderous phone call still rang in his ears—Li Jingnan, his ex-wife, the woman with whom he had shared the most intimate moments of their lives, but with whom they had ultimately become strangers, had passed away forever in a sudden car accident.
Today is her funeral.
Qin Feng stood at the entrance of the mourning hall, his black suit making his face look even paler.
He wore a small white flower pinned to his chest, the white so dazzling that he could hardly open his eyes. The mourning hall was solemn and quiet, with only low mournful music filling the air, mixed with the smell of burning incense and candles, and the faint sound of sobbing.
His gaze fell somewhat blankly on the enlarged black-and-white photo in front of him.
Li Jingnan in the photo had a faint smile on her lips and clear eyes. That was her appearance when she was young, and it was also one of the most vivid images in Qin Feng's memory.
He hadn't looked at her so carefully for a long time. In the years after their divorce, they deliberately kept their distance and had almost no extra interactions except for their daughter Xinxin.
He thought that they would walk towards the end of their lives peacefully on their own tracks, but he never imagined that she would end it hastily in such a tragic way.
His heart felt like it was being weighed down by a huge rock, making it hard to breathe. Sadness, regret, and a host of other, inexplicable emotions mingled and tore at him.
He didn't even dare to recall the panic he felt when he received the call yesterday, and the dizziness he felt when he saw her in the morgue.
"Dad..." A timid, crying voice sounded beside me.
Qin Feng suddenly came to his senses and looked down at his daughter Xinxin who was tightly holding onto the corner of his clothes.
The little girl, who was only six years old, was wearing an ill-fitting black dress. Her eyes were red and swollen like walnuts, her face was pale, and her body was still shaking slightly.
She didn't seem to fully understand what "death" meant. She only knew that her mother would never come back, call her name with a smile, tell her stories, or take her to the park.
Qin Feng squatted down, stretched out his trembling hands, and took his daughter into his arms. The little girl immediately hugged his neck tightly, buried her face in his shoulder, and her suppressed crying turned into soft sobs.
"Xinxin, don't be afraid, Daddy is here." Qin Feng's voice was very hoarse. He patted his daughter's back gently, comforting her over and over again, as if he was also comforting his own equally frightened heart.
From now on, this small, fragile life will be completely dependent on him.
He was not only a father, but also had to work hard to play the role of a mother. This realization weighed on his heart like a heavy stone.
He watched the relatives and friends coming and going in the mourning hall with solemn expressions, listened to their whispered discussions and sighs, and felt that the whole world had lost its color and sound.
The mournful music played softly and the rain continued to fall.
Qin Feng held his daughter and stood in front of Li Jingnan's portrait, not moving for a long time.
He knew that with the funeral, an era had finally come to an end. He and his daughter would struggle to start a new life, carrying with them the longing for the deceased and uncertainty about the future.
He took a deep breath, the air was filled with damp and cold air, and he hugged his daughter tightly in his arms, as if that was the only warmth and support he could grasp at the moment.
. . . . . .
After the funeral, Qin Feng prepared to take Xinxin home.
Suddenly Shen Qing appeared.
Qin Feng walked over and asked, "Why are you here?"
"She's gone. I came to take a last look at her." Shen Qing was wearing black clothes and holding an umbrella.
"Thank you for coming to see her."
"No need to thank me. Death is the greatest thing." Shen Qing's eyes fell on Xinxin who was standing beside her.
"Will you take care of the child alone from now on?"
"Yeah. I'm her only relative. I'm her father. If I don't take care of her, who will?"
"What about your work?"
Qin Feng paused. "I'm trying to figure out a solution! Let's first take care of the child. I'm thinking about work. The sudden departure of the child's mother has caused trauma to her young heart."
Shen Qing nodded, "Okay! If you need any help... you can come to me."
She did this because Qin Feng's mother was her aunt.
Qin Feng was silent for a moment, "Thank you for thinking about me."
"Okay, I'll go first."
After saying that, Shen Qing left.
Qin Feng looked at Shen Qing's back as she left, his eyes red.
He made many mistakes in the first half of his life, but they can no longer be made up for.
Qin Feng took his daughter back to his rental house.
Xinxin said, "Dad, I'm hungry."
Qin Feng twitched the corner of his mouth and turned to look at his empty little kitchen. "Xinxin, wait for Dad. Dad will go out to buy groceries and come back to cook for you, okay?"
Xinxin nodded, "Okay, Dad."
"Be good and stay home, don't run around, and wait for daddy to come back!"
" knew."
Qin Feng then walked out the door.
I came to a nearby supermarket and walked in.
I bought some vegetables and meat, as well as the necessary ingredients.
I went home quickly.
Because Xinxin is still waiting for him at home!