Pushing open the door of the study, she touched a dark shadow in front of the desk at a glance.

A white lamp was lit in the room, with a lifeless quietness, and a large desk was placed in the center of the wide room.

This ink, paper and inkstone are placed on it, and Zong Qifeng likes to practice calligraphy.

And at this moment, the person who often bows to write at the table with a brush and writes is no longer there.

Lin Xinyan walked over. The black ink inside the inkstone placed on the table had dried up, and a scent of ink was filled with lingering fragrance. She looked at the man sitting at the table, hesitated several times and didn't know how to talk to him. She walked over and possessed and hugged him.

After a long time, he said hoarsely, "Someone will come to you at dawn, you have to adjust your mood as soon as possible."

Zong Jinghao looked at everything in the room, familiar and unfamiliar, and said in a low voice, "Yanyan, I have no relative again."

He has no mother and now he has no father.

Lin Xinyan's nose felt sore again, and he hugged his arms and said, "You and me, and our children, we will be with you..." Zong Jinghao imprisoned her in his arms. He tried very hard. Lin Xinyan's body almost crashed in. His face was buried in her heart, and his body trembled slightly.

Lin Xinyan couldn't find words to comfort him, so he could only accompany him quietly.

After a long time, it was a bit dark outside, and Zong Jinghao let her go.

Lin Xinyan looked at his calm face and knew that he had hidden all his sadness at this moment, and now was not the time to be sad.

When someone leaves, he has to be at ease. He has to do his job first.

Dongdong ——                                                             �

Zong Jinghao said, "Come in."

Yu Ma pushed open the door and said, "A person is coming from home and crying in the house."

Yu Ma had seen him before, and seemed to be the only relative of the clan family.

"I see."

Zong Jinghao stood up and the two children didn't sleep much that night. He asked Lin Xinyan to see the children and go to the room by himself.

Before he entered the house, he heard a burst of crying. The crying was limited to the surface, with a loud sound, but it made people feel sad.

It's more like doing superficial skills.

When Zong Jinghao walked into the house, he saw a man in Zhongshan suit lying on the head of the bed crying.

Although Zong Jinghao had never met him a few times, he still recognized him. Zong Qifeng's cousin                                                   

Because of their own shortcomings, they don’t interact with others very much.

The man has a thin figure, a big back, black hair mixed with white hair, white skin, and a little age spots, and looks very energetic.

This time, it was surprising that it appeared here so soon.

"Jing Hao, my elder brother is in poor health, why don't you tell me?

I didn’t even see him for the last time, how did you become your son?”

As soon as he spoke, he asked questions.

This person who doesn't usually interact with him comes to his house to find fault as soon as Jun Qifeng dies.

What does he want to do?

Zong Jinghao narrowed his eyes slightly, and did not hurry or slow down, "Why are you free to come?"

"I..." Zong Yunqian was speechless for a moment.

In the past, he didn't like to come here, although he brought relatives with him.

"My surname is also Zong, not an outsider. Your father passed away. Shouldn't I come?"

He spoke loudly.

Zong Jinghao looked at him silently. Whether he came here sincerely or falsely, he could not argue in front of Zong Qifeng. The dead are the most important thing, so he must be at ease.

"I know a funeral company well..." "I have arranged it."

Zong Jing interrupted him.

Zong Yungan looked a little awkward, feeling that Zong Jinghao would not give him any face, and he would not say anything politely.

In fact, Zong Jinghao didn't want to confront him. After all, he was acquainted with him and could be treated well with good words. However, a person who doesn't usually interact with you suddenly became enthusiastic, which made people have to think about it more.

If he had come here during the day, Zong Jinghao would not have felt anything, but he knew so quickly and pretended to be sad.

As the saying goes, something abnormal will happen! Zong Yun snorted, then left the room with a squirting sleeve.

Zong Jinghao did not comment, looked at the bed, his eyes fluctuated, but he quickly returned to calm and all emotions were hidden deepest.

He took out the phone and made a call. After saying a few words, he hung up the phone and put it back on his phone, and slowly walked to the edge of the bed.

Lin Xinyan went to the room upstairs to see the child. Zhuang Zijin looked at it. The young one was awake, but he didn't cry or make trouble. The two big ones said that they had been crying for a long time, but they had just slept when they were tired of crying. They didn't sleep well. Sometimes they would wake up, and they would have to look for their grandfather when they woke up.

She looked at the children for a while and saw that they hadn't woken up. She wanted to come down to see who was coming. When she opened the door, she saw Zong Jinghao sitting on the chair at the head of the bed.

She gently closed the door again.

This is probably the last time they spend together, and they will never see each other again. It’s already dawn and people will come soon. They don’t have much time, so she didn’t go in to disturb her.

At nine o'clock, someone came over and took Zong Qifeng's body away. Zong Jinghao and Shen Peichuan went together, and Lin Xinyan stayed at home.

As soon as the news came out, people would come to the family. Lin Xinyan had to receive guests at home. According to their customs, our family would have to hang white and thick.

However, Zong Jinghao has already arranged these people in the funeral home to arrange them. She needs to make arrangements for all related matters, and she only needs to receive some guests.

Today is not a memorial day, so there will not be too many people coming.

"Why is the house so deserted?"

A woman in a black dress enters the door.

Lin Xinyan didn't know this woman, but thought she should have a good relationship, otherwise she wouldn't have come here today, but the tone of speaking made people feel uncomfortable.

What is deserted?

Do you still have to celebrate if you have no relatives at home?
Chapter completed!