"When?" he frowned and asked the person on the other end of the phone.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Wei Zidi quickly sat up and looked at his cold side face nervously.

Soon, he hung up the phone, pinched his phone and was silent, lowering his eyes and looking thoughtful.

"What's the matter?" Wei Zidi frowned, looked at him with concern, and asked carefully.

He slowly raised his eyes to look at her, frowned and licked his lips with a little embarrassed look, and stopped talking, "Fourth Mom..."

Wei Zidi's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly realized something, and he tightened his voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I've died of illness."

… … … …

The black and white mourning hall is filled with wreaths made of white chrysanthemums, and a sad aura floats in the air.

Perhaps it was because they did not deliberately make things public, so there were not many people coming to mourn, and they were a little deserted.

Lin Zilin was wearing mourning clothes, her eyes were red and swollen. She knelt at the edge of the mourning hall, lowering her head and crying, while burning paper money into the brazier.

In such a sad atmosphere, Wei Zidi couldn't help but turn red. After burning incense and worshipping, she turned to look at Wei Zilin who stood up tremblingly under the support of Tang Wenhuan. Walk up, lightly

He gently held Ku Zilin's hand, "Fifth sister, please be mournful and follow the changes."

"Thank you..." Wei Zilin nodded to Wei Zidi with a sob. Because she cried, her voice was hoarse and nodded as hers.

Wei Zidi turned around and looked at the fourth wife's photo, sighed heavily, and said regretfully: "Oh, it's a pity that Xiaoba didn't have time to come back to see the fourth mother for the last time."

Upon hearing this, Hu Zilin felt even more sad. She suddenly covered her mouth tightly and cried in her husband Tang Wenhuan's arms, tears gushing like a spring.

Tang Wenhuan frowned, hugged his wife with heartache, and patted her trembling back with her big hands, silently comforting her.

"Sorry, fifth sister, I shouldn't have mentioned it..." Seeing that Ku Zilin was crying so sadly, Wei Zidi felt guilty and apologized with red eyes, "You must take care of your health, Xiao Ba will definitely come back.

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"I hope he can come back before my mother is buried..." Wei Zilin burst into tears. She was so sad that she couldn't help but feel sad when she thought of her mother holding her hand tightly before she died.

"Yes, sure!" Wei Zidi nodded vigorously and comforted.

"Brother, Xiaojiu, thank you for coming." Wei Zilin looked at Wei Ziqian and Wei Zidi with tears in her face, and said sincerely gratefully.

They are all adults, how can they not know right or wrong? Although the closest relatives are the most important in everyone's heart, Hu Zilin also deeply understands that after all, it is the wrong thing for them to have sex first...

"It's OK, sister, don't cry, be careful of your health." Wei Zidi patted Wei Zilin's hand and comforted her as much as possible.

"Yeah." Wei Zilin nodded with sorrow.

"Then let's go back first. If you need any help, just say something." Wei Ziqian held Wei Zidi's shoulder and said softly to Wei Zilin and Tang Wenhuan.

"Okay, thank you brother." Tang Wenhuan nodded and hugged his sad wife a little tighter.

After a few greetings, Wei Ziqian and Wei Zidi left together.

Under the comfort of her husband Tang Wenhuan, Ku Zilin gradually stopped crying. After her sadness improved, she left her husband to greet the guests who came to mourn in the mourning hall, and she walked towards the inner room where the ice coffin was parked.

As soon as he walked to the door, Hu Zilin suddenly heard a familiar voice sounding in the air in a low voice.

"Running?"

Wei Zilin frowned slightly, pushed open a crack in the door very gently, and saw her brother Wei Zihan who was calling from the crack in the door.

I saw his tall body standing in front of the ice coffin, pressing the sound very low, almost gritting his teeth and saying to the phone: "I don't want to hear the useless explanation, please get the person back for me immediately!"

The next second, he hung up the phone, then punched the small square table beside him, making a loud noise.

He covered his face with frost, gritted his teeth and clawed his teeth and cursed, "A bunch of waste!"

"Brother." Wei Zilin pushed open the door, looked at Wei Zihan's back, and shouted softly as she walked into the inner room.

Wei Zihan's face, which was already full of anger, instantly returned to normal. He slowly turned to look at Wei Zilin, and then turned back to look at his mother who had passed away in the ice coffin without saying anything.

Wei Zilin walked to Wei Zihan's side and looked at her mother with him, choking with tears, "Brother and Xiaojiu have just arrived."

"Yeah." Wei Zihan's face was expressionless and made a faint nasal sound to indicate that he had heard it.

Wei Zihan's face was pale and tired. It was not difficult to see that his mother's death had a great blow to him. Although he had already prepared mentally, when this day really came, the grief in his heart was still unbearable.

"Is there still no news about Xiao Ba?" Wei Zilin looked at her mother's body, and she burst into tears. The more she thought about it, the more she felt sad.

Hu Zi frowned invisibly, remained silent for two seconds, and then shook his head gently.

"Since there is no news about Xiao Ba, why should I rush to bury my mother?" Wei Zilin looked up at Wei Zihan, and her anxious tone was filled with a hint of disagreement.

Secretary Qiang just now told her that her brother Wei Zihan had decided to let her mother be buried in three days. In fact, seriously, the date of the burial was not in a hurry, but the problem was that Xiao Ba had not found it yet, so it was not that she should have waited for Xiao Ba to come back.

Did the three siblings send their mother to the ground together?

"Ruo Xiaoba has never been found, wouldn't you let your mother be buried?" Wei Zihan's face darkened, stared at Wei Zilin with a sharp look, and scolded him with a rare cold tone.

"How could it not be found? How could a good person disappear out of thin air? Wait a few more days and you will definitely find him!" Wei Zilin said anxiously with tears in her eyes.

"Do you know what it means to be buried in peace? The living can wait, but mom can't wait!"

"Yes! The one that Mom can't let go of the most is Xiaoba. It's a pity that she didn't see Xiaoba when she left. How could she not wait for Xiaoba to send her the last trip? Brother, please wait a few more

Oh my god..." Wei Zilin grabbed Wei Zihan's arm tightly and sobbed.

Wei Zihan turned his eyes and looked at the mother in the ice coffin deeply. He gently stroked the ice coffin with his hands, as if he was caressing and touching his mother's face. He slowly appeared on the corners of his lips.

A bitter smile, and said with a heartache: "She has been waiting all her life, but she always misses the happiness she deserves. Now that she is gone, I specially chose a good time to bury her, just wishing her a good birth in the next life

, don't suffer as much as you do in this life."

Although he was right, she still felt it was inappropriate, "Brother--"

"In three days, we will be buried on time!" Wei Zihan did not give her a chance to speak, and coldly blocked her and said domineeringly.

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the outside of the house with great strides.

"Brother!" Wei Zilin looked at his departure back and shouted angrily and sadly.

However, Hu Zihan ignored it and soon disappeared from her sight.

… … … …

In the dark and wet space, the dim lights pour down, but they cannot bring any warmth, and the room is cold.

Wei Zicheng's face was cold. Since he was caught, he has been sitting in the shabby sofa in one position, racking his brains to continue thinking about other ways, and making up his mind to escape.

Time passed day by day, and the worries and anxiety in his heart continued to stack up with the passage of time. Especially yesterday and today, he was particularly uneasy, and a faint ominous premonition...

I don’t know how long it took, but with a creaking sound, the iron door of the secret room slowly opened, and a tall figure walked in slowly.

The moment Hu Zihan entered and entered the room, Hu Zicheng immediately jumped up from the sofa, rushed up and grabbed Hu Zihan's arm tightly, begging, "Brother, let me go, I

Please—”

Before he finished speaking, Hu Zicheng suddenly saw Hu Zihan wearing filial piety on his arm, and his whole body was shocked, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"What's wrong with mom?" He stared at Kui Zihan's tired face, held his breath and breathing unconsciously, and gritted his teeth and asked in a trembling voice.

Wei Zihan looked at Wei Zicheng, whose eyes were already covered with bloodshot, and pursed his lips coldly, without saying a word.

Wei Zicheng suddenly grabbed Wei Zihan's clothes with both hands and shouted loudly, "Hu Zihan, you are talking! What's wrong with Mom?"

The two light words "Let's go." The words "Farewell." reveal endless sadness, slowly overflowing from Kui Zihan's mouth.

Hu Zicheng suddenly stared at Hu Zihan with disbelief, his mind was blank. The strength in his body seemed to be pulled away in an instant. He collapsed his shoulders and let go of Hu Zihan's clothes with both hands.

Go down, staggering back staggeringly.

Left...Left...Left...Left...

It was like being in a valley, with these two words constantly echoing in his ears. Hu Zicheng's eyes were red and he couldn't accept it...

"It was 18:00 last night." Wei Zihan lowered his eyelids slightly, raising his hand to tidy up his wrinkled clothes while uttering words.

Bang!

A fierce fist swung hard on Hu Zihan's face without warning, and was accompanied by Hu Zicheng's grief roar.

"You bastard, Wei Zihan!" Wei Zicheng rushed up again and grabbed Wei Zihan's clothes, shouting loudly, "Why don't you let me see my mother? Why do you?"

Wei Zihan didn't struggle + slap and didn't resist. He just looked at his brother who was emotionally broken and said nothing.

"I said everything I will take responsibility! I said everything I wouldn't pull you out! Why do you still imprison me here? Why don't you let me see my mother for the last time? Why?" Wei Zicheng grabbed Wei Zi and hurried.

Han shook him hard, and accused him, and tears of sadness could not help but overflowed from his eyes.

"Do you think I did all this because I was afraid of death?"

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