Hearing Song Ci call her "sister," the reporters who were still there were all shocked. The deceased virus expert Song Fei was actually Song Ci's sister!
They immediately turned around and pointed the cameras in their hands at Song Ci and Fu Hanshen, and saw Fu Hanshen lowering his head to Song Ci and crying sadly.
"Song girl, I'm sorry, I couldn't bring Ah Fei back safely..." His tone was sad, and he didn't even have the courage to look up at Song Ci while speaking.
Song Ci's tears fell on the urn, blurring her vision. "Don't blame you, Teacher Fu. This is Song Fei's own choice." Song Fei is such a stubborn person. Who can stop her from doing what she wants?
It's all her fate.
After touching the urn, Song Ci said to Song Fei's urn as if comforting a newborn baby: "Song Fei, don't be afraid. I will send you to your parents. You won't be alone..."
Song Fei will not be lonely, she is the one who is lonely.
Song Fei finally abandoned her.
From then on, Song porcelain became a real orphan.
Song Ci walked out of the hall holding Song Fei's urn. Han Zhan followed behind Song Ci silently, like a guardian angel.
The reporters were a little hesitant. They wanted to catch up and interview Song Ci, and find out her relationship with Song Fei, but they also had concerns.
Fu Hanshen saw through these people's subtle intentions, and he couldn't help but feel chilled. "Everyone, go back and don't disturb the peace of the deceased."
After hearing this, the reporters turned around and left.
As she walked out of the airport, raindrops hit Song Ci's cheeks. She looked up at the drizzling rain in the sky. Worried that Song Fei would be cold, she quickly took off her windbreaker and wrapped the urn tightly.
Seeing this, Han Zhan quickly took off his clothes and put them on Song Ci.
Song Ci glanced at Han Zhan and gave a forced smile. "Brother Han, I'm not cold."
"I'm afraid you're cold."
Song Ci didn't say anything else. She obediently put on Han Zhan's coat and let Han Zhan put his arm around her shoulders as they walked towards the parking space.
As they walked into the parking lot, Song Ci and Han Zhan noticed a dejected, unshaven man standing next to their car.
Song Ci had just video-called Yan Jiang at a wedding a few days ago. Although Yan Jiang looked a little thinner in the video, his long, delicate eyes were always gleaming with energy.
Unlike now, it was all bleak and lifeless. He was like he had lost his soul, a walking corpse.
Yan Jiang became emaciated, looking like a malnourished patient, his face devoid of luster. Song Ci had never seen Yan Jiang so dejected before. She stared at him blankly, her heart aching.
"A Jiang..." She didn't dare to think about how painful Yan Jiang's heart was. He lost the person he loved the most!
Yan Jiang hadn't eaten for a few days and his body was almost unable to support him. He walked towards Song Ci step by step, dragging his heavy body slowly, and he could fall to the ground at any time, but his empty eyes were fixed on the urn in Song Ci's arms.
Finally, he arrived in front of Song Ci safely.
With his eyelids drooping slightly, covering his moist eyes, Yan Jiang spoke in a humble, hoarse voice: "Song Song, can you give me your sister's urn?"
He knew that Song Ci was the most qualified person to handle Song Fei's funeral, but he still overstepped his bounds.
"A Jiang, Song Fei is dead, she is dead..." Song Ci was shocked and subconsciously hugged the urn tightly, reminding Yan Jiang in a hoarse voice that Song Fei had passed away.
Although she was reluctant, Song Ci still wanted to shatter Yan Jiang's wishful thinking. "When a person dies, everything is gone. What's the point of having a handful of ashes?"
Yan Jiang blinked his wet eyelashes.
He smiled bitterly, a particularly ugly smile. "I knew she was dead, so I just wanted her to stay with me. If she stayed with me, I wouldn't be afraid of the dark anymore."
Song Ci was stunned.
"No." Song Ci still refused Yan Jiang. "People have to look forward, Jiang, you can't just stand there and not move on."
Taking a step back, Song Ci held the urn tightly. "I won't give you my sister's urn. I believe my sister doesn't want to see you like this. I will bury my sister next to my parents' tombstone, and they will be reunited in the underground."
Hearing this, Yan Jiang seemed about to cry. But in the end, he did nothing but turned and left silently, his lonely figure walking away heartbreakingly.
Song Ci was also upset after rejecting Yan Jiang. Han Zhan hugged Song Ci and said, "You did the right thing. He can't take Song Fei's ashes away." You can't imagine what a crazy person will do.
Song Ci hummed.
"Yan Jiang is a little crazy now, let's send him back."
"good."
The two followed Yan Jiang all the way and saw him get into the car of his former assistant, Allen. Song Ci quickly opened WeChat and sent Allen a message, asking him to stay by Yan Jiang's side for the next few days.
Allen also knew that Yan Jiang's condition was a little abnormal. He was worried that Yan Jiang would do something reckless, so he promised Song Ci that he would never leave Yan Jiang's side.
After watching Allen send Yan Jiang back home and not come out again, Song Ci and Han Zhan left.
Song Ci originally planned to pick a good day to bury Song Fei, but Han Zhan, who had never believed in superstition, found a respected old man to pick a suitable burial day for Song Fei.
The old man calculated and said that the best day would be to wait another ten days.
Song Ci felt that Song Fei's life was too hard in this life, and hoped that she would have an easier and happier life in the next life, so she listened to the old man's arrangements.
Fortunately, Song Fei's body had been cremated, and only a handful of ashes remained, so there was no need to worry about the bones rotting and emitting a foul smell, so Song Ci agreed.
She temporarily placed Song Fei's urn in the resting hall, planning to take it out and bury her after a while.
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