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He sat down on the sofa and called Lu Zhenming to ask the police if they had found the murderer.

Wen Mei on the side heard the word murderer, and the whole person tensed, and the hand holding the bag trembled a little.

She walked over and sat down on the couch, listening to Feng Chen's phone call with her ears pricked up.

After he hung up the phone, she asked nervously, "Have you found the murderer?" ”

Feng Chen shook his head.

Wen Mei asked again: "That...... Any clues? ”

"Not yet." Feng Chen frowned.

Wen Mei breathed a sigh of relief and stayed for a while and left.

The next morning, Feng Chen accompanied Song Zhiyue and Song's father to the funeral home.

When Su Wansheng arrived, Song's mother had just finished cremating, and Song Zhiyue was taking the urn from the staff.

Song Zhiyue hugged her mother's ashes tightly, and her eyes gradually turned red.

Feng Chen looked at her grief-stricken, and took two steps forward and said, "I'll come." ”

Song Zhiyue shook her head, looked at the urn in her hand with lowered eyes, and said sadly: "Mom, I'll take you home." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, tears from her eyelashes dripped onto the urn.

Out of the funeral home, Lu Zhenming and Jiang Fengxing were waiting outside, and when they saw them coming out, the two stepped forward.

Jiang Fengxing looked at Song Zhiyue, who was sad and weeping, and said, "Mourn." ”

Song Zhiyue was holding the urn with a pale face, her eyelashes were wet with tears, she hadn't slept all night, and the dark circles on her eyelids were obvious.

Feng Chen, Song Zhiyue and Song's father sat in Jiang Fengxing's car, Lu Zhenming's car followed closely behind them, and several people sent Song's mother back to her hometown.

As soon as Song's father got home, he went into the bedroom and never came out again, not even out for dinner.

Song's mother's funeral was tomorrow, so Jiang Fengxing and Lu Zhenming returned to the city in the evening, and Feng Chen and Su Wansheng stayed.

Song Zhiyue poured a glass of water and went to knock on Song's father's door, but no one inside answered.

She suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly pushed open the door, and was relieved to see Father Song sitting at the table.

She walked forward slowly, and saw Song's father holding a photo with Song's mother before his death, gently stroking, and her heart ached again.

"Dad." She put the water cup on the table, squatted down in front of Father Song, and looked at her father, who had aged a lot overnight, and the mist lingered in her eyes, "Although my mother is gone, you still have me." ”

Father Song didn't speak, he kept staring at the photo frame in his hand, his expression was demented.

Song Zhiyue covered her lips and wept, got up and walked out of the room, she ran back to her room, threw herself on the bed, buried her head in the quilt and sobbed faintly.

***

Song's mother's funeral was organized by Feng Chen, and the countryside was not like in the city, where they would come forward one by one to mourn.

After Song's mother entered the ground, Song Zhiyue wore black clothes, wore a filial piety ring on her arm, knelt in front of Song's mother's tombstone and burned paper money, and the same was true for sealing the dust.

After Su Wansheng, Lu Zhenming and Jiang Feng bowed three times, they retreated to the side and stood.

In the dog days, the sun is very hot, and people are dizzy.

Jiang Fengxing wiped the sweat from his forehead, and inadvertently saw a noble woman walking towards them.

"What is she here for?"

Su Wansheng and Lu Zhenming heard his muttering, followed his line of sight, and saw Wen Mei who was less than two meters away from them.

Su Wansheng frowned, feeling that Wen Mei should be uneasy and kind, and took a step forward to step forward, but was grabbed by Lu Zhenming's arm.

Lu Zhenming shook his head at her and said in a low voice: "Don't be impulsive, let's see what she wants to do first." ”

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