The last person who came in was a woman who looked over thirties, but the sadness on her face made people feel that there might be something unusual in the middle. The others who came were just pretending to be serious, bowed a few times in front of Qin Mo and pretended to comfort him and left.

But this woman was wearing black clothes and sunglasses. Ding Changsheng had good eyesight. When the woman bowed and straightened her waist, Ding Changsheng clearly saw a tear mark on her face. Although Ding Changsheng also knew that Qin Zhenbang's wife had been dead for so many years, he could not keep her body as jade, but looking at this, this was the last trip she had come to her house to deliver.

"Xiao Mo, I didn't expect him to walk so fast. I was taking care of him during the days when you were not in the capital, but...ah..." The woman walked to Qin Mo with a sad look on her face. Ding Changsheng could see that this woman was really sad, not pretending.

"Thank you, and thank you for sending him to the last trip." Qin Mo's voice was cold, obviously knowing that this woman had an affair with his father, but Qin Mo seemed to be rude to her.

The woman took off her sunglasses, looked at Ding Changsheng beside Qin Mo, and left without looking back. This made Ding Changsheng very surprised. At first, she thought she would have to quarrel with Qin Mo, but she didn't know that she was bombarded by Qin Mo with just one word.

Ding Changsheng's eyes extended to the door with the woman, with a long black dress, tall black sandals, and black stockings on his feet. Moreover, this woman looked taller than Ding Changsheng. This was really Qin Zhenbang's woman, but she looked a bit like a lady from a family. At this age, how could she get involved with an old man like Qin Zhenbang? There are really things in this world that can't be explained.

"Why don't you ask who she is?" Qin Mo asked as he looked at Ding Changsheng's appearance.

"I guess she should love your father very much," said Ding Changsheng.

"She just loves my father's money." Qin Mo's words were harsh, but Ding Changsheng didn't think so, because if she really wanted Qin Zhenbang's money, then the money should have been obtained now, and it's really no need to show up here.

But with Qin Mo's current state, her father had just died, and she was too lazy to care about these things with her. Besides, for a woman she didn't know, she didn't have to know as much as her.

Although his parents had long died, Ding Changsheng felt lucky that he had not experienced this pain of life and death separation in person. Although he had also handled Gu Qingshan's funeral, he was not his biological parents after all. So when he saw Qin Zhenbang's body being pushed into the cremation room, Qin Mo's heart-wrenching crying still made Ding Changsheng feel uncomfortable.

He and Yan Li hugged Qin Mo tightly, but at this time Qin Mo was so powerful that he was so powerful that he and Yan Li were dragged several steps by her before stopping.

During his lifetime, he was rich and had a lot of money, and lived in Qionglou, Guangsha, but after he died, he was just hung in such a small box with a grievance. It makes people sigh that things in the world are impermanent, and living is the king. Only by living can you feel that what you want to do, and death will make everything else meaningless.

Originally, Ding Changsheng thought that people like Qin Zhenbang must have bought a cemetery long ago, but what surprised Ding Changsheng was that Qin Mo actually wanted to take the ashes home. Ding Changsheng didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only let her come.

Qin Mo held the urn, and Ding Changsheng and Yan Li held her one by one. The funeral was so simple, which showed that the warmth and coldness of human relationships were cold and cold. At this time, Ding Changsheng looked up and saw Qi Santai at the entrance of the cafe not far away. Qi Santai did not come over when he saw this. He just put his hand to his ear and made a phone call. Ding Changsheng didn't know what Qi Santai was doing, but since he was a friend, he nodded.

Yan Li went to drive over, and then the three of them got in the car together and returned to Siheyuan.

There is a house in the backyard of Siheyuan. Ding Changsheng had never been there. When Qin Mo held the key and opened the door of the house behind, Ding Changsheng suddenly realized that it turned out to be a Buddhist temple, which was dedicated to the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva. There was a cushion on the ground in the middle. It seemed that someone worshiped the Buddha here. He had never heard of Qin Mo believing in Buddhism. It seemed that Qin Zhenbang often recited scriptures here.

So Qin Zhenbang's urn was placed on the table, under the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva. At this time, Ding Changsheng noticed that this Bodhisattva seemed unusual and had a very unique shape. Although Mr. Ding did not touch it, there was still a little gilding on his bronze skin, which looked a little old.

After putting the urn, Qin Mo knelt on the cushion and said, "You guys go out first, I want to be quiet for a while."

Ding Changsheng and Yan Li looked at each other, retreated, and closed the door. As soon as they left, they heard Qin Mo crying loudly. Yan Li turned his head and wanted to go back, but was stopped by Ding Changsheng.

"She feels uncomfortable, let her calm herself down, cry for a while, let it go, wait outside the door, don't disturb her," Ding Changsheng ordered, as if he had become the master here.

Yan Li gave him a blank look and said nothing, but he did not follow him to the front yard. After listening to Ding Changsheng's words, Ding Changsheng returned to the front yard to drink some water. It was already dusk. He remembered that it was the morning when Qi Santai and others came to pay their respects. Could it be that he had been waiting until the point he had just now, what could it be?

Ding Changsheng took out his cell phone and looked for it. He really had Qi Santa's mobile phone number. When he was in Jiangdu, he signed Qi Santa's surgery book, which made Qi Santa's surgery smoothly. Qi Santa has always kept this in mind.

"Hey, Brother Qi, have something to ask me?" Ding Changsheng asked.

"It's nothing, but I don't know that you're here to Beijing. Since you're here, let's get together. How about it? Can you have time tonight?" Qi Santai said happily after receiving a call from Ding Changsheng.

"Tonight? I'm not sure. I don't know if Qin Mo will come to me later. If I don't call you before nine o'clock, forget it tonight, another day, okay?"

"Okay, I'll wait for you tonight," said Qi Santai.

Qin Mo stayed alone in the Buddhist temple for about an hour before returning to the front yard with Yan Li. At this time, Ding Changsheng used the only little vegetables in the refrigerator at home to make a few dishes. Although it was not much, it was very plain and light. He also cooked some millet porridge, hoping that Qin Mo could eat some. From last night until now, she had not had any water and rice. Ding Changsheng was very worried that she could not hold on.

"Come here to eat something, I've been hungry for a day," said Ding Changsheng.

Qin Mo and Yan Li sat at the table together, but Qin Mo never picked up the chopsticks. He just sat for a while and stood up to the bedroom: "You guys eat, I'm not hungry, I'm tired, I want to rest." After that, he closed the door. Yan Li and Ding Changsheng looked at each other, and neither of them had any appetite.
Chapter completed!