Chapter 270: You'll be the one to send Qing Qing off (slightly abused)(1:

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Intense pain coursed through his limbs like an electric current.

He was expressionless and seemed to be in extreme grief.

Father ning didn't look good.If you don't agree with ran ran He said.

I agree,

Indeed, he had no reason to disturb her again.

The smell of blood Rose, and he couldn't control it. It seeped out of the corner of his lips.

Seeing this, father ning furrowed his brows and held back his words.

Mother ning wasn't happy with father ning's way of doing things, so she turned around and went inside.

come in, said Mr. Ning, stepping aside.

Nian lie nodded.

You don't need to change your shoes.

He couldn't stay for long.

Nian lie, who knew what the other party was thinking, felt his heart ache.

The ning family's clothes hadn't changed at all. The place was small, but the decorations were very warm and heartwarming.

He followed father ning to a corner of the living room.

The person in the grayish-white photo was not clear enough to see the memorial tablet. However, Nian lie did not dare to take another step closer.

Father ning took out three incense sticks from the cabinet, lit them with a lighter, and handed them to him with both hands.

Nian lie didn't extend his hand.

Father ning was not impatient. His expression turned serious. take it.

His hand was too heavy to lift, but he still took it.

Qingqing, Nian lie is here to see you, Mr. Ning said gently as he walked up to the photo.

That tone of voice that had experienced the vicissitudes of life made people uncomfortable.

Nian lie's body stiffened, as if there were gears in his body.

He took a step forward, and every bone made a sound, as if his entire body had been disassembled and reassembled.

Until he stood in front of the photo.

In the grayish-white photo in the frame, the woman still had a slightly immature appearance. Her eyebrows were curved, and the corners of her eyes looked up with a bit of charm and coldness. There was a faint smile hanging on her lips, and she looked lively and lively.

He bent down.

One bow, two bows, three bows.

He did not dare to stop.

Nian Ying buried her head, the corners of her eyes stinging. She pinched the incense with her fingers until it hurt.

A mouthful of blood was swallowed by him.

Nian Junting's father took the incense, inserted it into the incense burner in front of the photo, and turned to leave.

When he came back, he was holding a porcelain jar.

Nian lie looked over and his brain buzzed. He recognized what it was.

His whole body trembled, and his limbs were stiff. this is Yingluo.

Mr. Ning did not deny it. He said in a low voice, her mother has not been in a good state of mind recently. She can't bear to part with Qingqing. I'm afraid that she will blame me if I bury her secretly.

After saying that, he glanced at Nian lie and then at the bedroom.

She carefully placed the bone ash box in his hands.

As he touched the ice-cold bottom of the jar, Nian lie suddenly thought of the bottomless River under the municipal Bridge. His heart turned cold.

it's said that the dead are the most important, father ning said. we should bury Qingqing and Qianqian. You should send her to her grave.

Nian lie couldn't hear anything else.

He thought that father ning would know how to take revenge on him.

He actually wanted him to personally bury her, who had already become a pile of ashes.

He couldn't hold her steadily, but he seemed to be trying his best to hold her tightly.

His blurry eyes looked down and landed on the dusty top of the altar.

His hands were so cold that he could not feel anything. He touched his surroundings gently and restrained.

How could father ning not see the deepest sorrow and despair in his eyes? he could not say anything else.

after she woke up from the accident, you brought her back here. Now, it's time for you to send her on her last journey.

The pain that was suppressed to the extreme seeped through his body.

He held her ashes in his hands, his delicate features full of pain.

His knees went soft and he knelt down.