"When did it happen?"

Xu Yanfeng was so surprised that he took a long time to ask.

Guan He said: "It should be yesterday."

Xu Yanfeng was silent.

He still remembered seeing the old lady the day before yesterday. She looked fine, clear-headed and articulate, except that she was a little weak. She didn't look like someone on her deathbed. How could she have passed away so suddenly?

Grandma is so important to Xia Xi, how sad she must be.

No wonder she didn't go to Xu's as agreed yesterday and sent her assistant instead. He was damned for thinking she didn't want to see him.

Xu Yanfeng frowned unconsciously, his mind full of Xia Xi's sad look, and he felt a little breathless.

"Mr. Xu?" The phone was still connected. After waiting for a long time without hearing Xu Yanfeng speak, Guan He didn't want to hang up directly, so he reminded him carefully.

Xu Yanfeng rubbed the knot between his brows and said, "Go ask her assistant where the funeral will be held."

Guan He ended the call with Xu Yanfeng and found Huang Shiyu's contact information. The little girl didn't know anything about it. She said that she hadn't replied to Xia Xi's emails or WeChat messages. She didn't know that Xia Xi's grandmother had passed away, only that her grandmother had fallen and was in the hospital.

Guan He understood that Xia Xi did not tell anyone else about this.

Huang Shiyu didn't know why he was looking for Xia Xi, and subconsciously thought it was about work: "Is there any problem with the design plan?"

Guan He was awakened by her words and became more cautious: "Yes, I do have some questions to add, and I need to communicate with Xia Gong herself. Do you have any way to contact her?"

Huang Shiyu naively believed his words and said sincerely, "We will definitely be able to contact Mr. Lu."

Guan He took the opportunity to say, "Then I'd like to trouble Assistant Huang to ask, it's extremely urgent."

Huang Shiyu: “…”

He really thinks highly of her.

Although it was a bit difficult, Huang Shiyu still tried to send an email to Lu Mingji.

I don't know if Lu Mingji was busy with a work email, but he replied very quickly. In less than ten minutes, Huang Shiyu received a reply: "Your Xia Gong's elder has passed away. She went back to her hometown for the funeral. I may not be able to contact her in the near future. Let me know if you have anything."

Huang Shiyu passed this news to Guan He and asked him to understand that Xia Xi was unable to devote himself to work at the moment.

After Guan He told Xu Yanfeng, he sensibly checked the tickets from Nancheng to Ganlin.

A moment later, Guan He received an order from Xu Yanfeng: "Book me a ticket to Ganlin, the sooner the better."

Guan He had already booked the ticket, so he took a screenshot and sent it to him, and asked if he needed him to accompany him.

Xu Yanfeng said no, he would go alone.

Guan He dutifully passed a message to the head of Xu's subsidiary in Ganlin, asking him to arrange a driver to take charge of Xu Yanfeng's travel in Ganlin. Afterwards, he canceled Xu Yanfeng's subsequent schedule.

As the year draws to a close, there are actually quite a lot of things to do.

*

It was daybreak, the fog had not yet dissipated, and visibility was very low.

Yesterday, mourners appeared at the funeral home again to see off old lady Jiang Peishan.

Xu Yanfeng found this place after many twists and turns. He saw a group of people in the distance. Those wearing mourning clothes and hats were the old lady's relatives, and the rest were people who came to see her off spontaneously. Su Jinru walked in front, holding the old lady's urn, and Xia Xi followed behind her, holding the two children.

The person behind Xia Xi is her sister Xia Xuan. There is a man next to Xia Xuan, holding her arm.

Xu Yanfeng appeared suddenly. He was wearing a long black coat and had a handsome face. He seemed to have come out of the fog. He was so conspicuous that many people in the team noticed him.

The old employees of Peishan Hotel were quite impressed by Xu Yanfeng. Firstly, he had an outstanding appearance and demeanor, making people unforgettable at first sight. Secondly, when Xia Xi brought him in, he introduced him to everyone he met: This is the son-in-law of our Peishan Hotel!

They didn't know what happened between Xu Yanfeng and Xia Xi, they just thought they were still good friends.

Someone walked up to her, touched Xia Xi's arm, and reminded her.

The mourning hat on Xia Xi's head was made of a long white cloth, tied with a hemp rope behind her back. The wide cloth covered her forehead. Hearing the voice, she raised her head and blinked her eyes, which were red from a sleepless night, as if she couldn't believe that she would see Xu Yanfeng here.

Behind him was the morning mist, too unreal.

Xu Yanfeng's gaze on her face was deep and gentle. It was not appropriate to say anything else at this time. He said, "I'm here to see grandma off."

Xia Xi naturally couldn't chase them out, so he let go of the two children's hands, walked to the back, and took a white flower from the basket that Liang Yuan was carrying and gave it to Xu Yanfeng.

Xu Yanfeng, like everyone else, held flowers and stayed with Xia Xi.

An old man who understood funeral etiquette called Xu Yanfeng over. He stopped and turned sideways. The old man tied a bunch of white thread into the buttonhole of his coat. This was treating him as Xia Xi's husband.

Xu Yanfeng didn't understand the local funeral customs. He only saw that there were white threads hanging on Xia Xi's clothes, and the same was true for Xia Xuan and the man next to her. No one else had them. It should be that only the old lady's family members needed to do this.

Xia Xi saw it but was too lazy to correct it.

The cemetery is always cold and solemn, especially in winter. The group placed the flowers in front of the old lady's tombstone and left from the other side.

Ever since Xu Yanfeng appeared, Zhou Du had turned his face away, avoiding looking at him. To prevent Xu Yanfeng from seeing him, he pulled a pair of sunglasses from the inner pocket of his down jacket and put them on.

Liang Yuan, standing by, looked at him like he was crazy and whispered, "Why are you wearing sunglasses on a cloudy day? Even if you want to act cool, you should know the occasion."

Zhou Du stuffed his hands into his pockets and lied, saying, "Grandma passed away peacefully. It was a happy funeral. I'm doing this so she can remember my handsome side."

Liang Yuan: "You're really sick."

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