Fang Anbang's words ended there. In fact, when he returned from the twilight, he was already dead. His lips moved as he spoke. Fang Xiao could only hear the first part clearly, asking her to take good care of her mother and so on. Unfortunately.. Her mother had died more than three months ago, but she did not hear a single word Fang Anbang said after that.
Fang Anbang tilted his head and loosened his grip. Just like that, he closed his eyes forever, bade farewell to his daughter forever, and went to another world where his wife had long gone.
Fang Xiao prostrated herself on her father's corpse. She had not been able to support her body for a very, very long time. Her father was the support and hope of her life. Now that her father had left, she felt as if she had lost the center of her life.
The phone rang at this very moment. It was an unfamiliar number. She did not know whose it was, but she still pressed the answer button.
"Fang Xiao, come to Yunxiao pavilion tonight, " Xi Lingheng's voice was emotionless. It was a completely formulaic order.
"MY FATHER IS DEAD! " Fang Xiao cried out on the phone. "My father is dead. Can I not come tonight? "
There was a long silence on the phone. After a while, a deep and hoarse voice came through. "Then you should finish your father's business first. "
Fang Xiao hung up the phone and cried on her father's body. She sold herself for 500,000 yuan to save her father, but the 500,000 yuan did not save her father's life. She had to be Xi Lingheng's mistress for a year.
Her father died at Binhai, so of course, he was cremated at Binhai. After her father's surgery, he died. She still had less than 100,000 yuan left from selling her body, so she used it to bury her father.
The Urn was also called the Treasure Palace. Fang Xiao liked this name very much, so she bought her father a black sandalwood treasure palace. She put her father's ashes in the treasure palace, then carried them in her arms to take a long-distance bus back to Hui city.
When she was young, when she was angry, when she was bullied, when she cried, her father would always hug her in his arms and then gently coax her. "Xiaoxiao, who bullied you? "
Or, "Xiaoxiao, you can't cry. Girls who cry won't BE PRETTY WHEN THEY GROW UP! "
Perhaps it was because all little girls were afraid of whether they were pretty or not, but since then, she rarely cried, so when she grew up, she gradually forgot what crying was.
However, she did cry when her parents died, especially when she was holding the Treasure Palace that contained her father's ashes in her arms. Sitting in the last corner of the long-distance bus, her tears quietly slid down like broken beads.
She bought the cemetery when she buried her mother a month and a half ago, and now that her father was dead, she didn't plan to buy another cemetery. So, she carried her father's treasure palace to the cemetery, borrowed a shovel from the cemetery management, and shoveled open her mother's cemetery Then, she put her father's treasure palace into her mother's cemetery and let the two of them be together.
"Dad, mom, from now on, the two of you will be together. It can be considered a reunion. " Fang Xiao Knelt in front of her parents' graves and kowtowed. Her voice was choked with sobs. "Dad, mom, don't worry. I will take good care of my little brother. I... "
Before Fang Xiao could finish speaking to her parents, her phone suddenly and sharply rang. In this deserted cemetery, it was particularly ear-piercing.