Chapter 179 You are my father! My father's name is Lu Xiyan!
The funeral took place three days later on a sunny day.
The funerals of Li Chunfang and An Yucan were very simple. In the cemetery, Lu Xiyan was wearing a solemn black suit, standing tall and holding a black umbrella.
Under the umbrella, An Ning held Li Chunfang's urn. The ashes and the urn weighed less than four or five pounds, but An Ning felt it was so heavy that her hands were sore and she could hardly hold it.
Little An Xian, dressed in black, stood side by side with her, holding An Yucan's urn in his hands. He held it carefully with his two little hands, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.
He looked up and asked, "Mom, how did my uncle get so big and hide in this little box?"
An Ning stared at the handsome black and white photo of the young boy on the tombstone. After a few seconds, she said in a hoarse voice, "My uncle fell asleep, so he became smaller."
"Will I become smaller when I fall asleep?" Little Anxian looked at his own hands, then at An Ning's hands, "Is Grandma asleep too?"
"Yes, grandma is asleep too."
"Will grandma and uncle wake up?" he asked in a childish voice. "Will grandma take me to the amusement park tomorrow?"
An Ning's eyes were red and her breathing was a little heavy.
She blinked her long eyelashes, trying to see the tombstone in front of her clearly. "Grandma and Uncle will sleep for a very long time. They may not wake up until Xianxian grows up."
"Is that so..." The little guy looked a little lost, but he didn't make any noise. He said sensibly, "Then I will be good and not disturb grandma and uncle's sleep. Let them have a good dream."
An Ning pulled the corner of her mouth, "Xianxian is so well behaved."
Lu Xiyan lowered his eyes to look at the wet corners of her eyes, where tears were welling up. They were clearly about to fall, but she held them back.
The staff were warming the tomb. Little Anxian watched them carefully and couldn't help asking, "Mom, are grandma and uncle scared sleeping here?"
An Ning felt a lump in her throat and was unable to speak.
Lu Xiyan met his clear and innocent eyes and explained gently, "No, your grandmother and your uncle live together. They will protect each other and won't be afraid."
"Grandma will protect uncle, and uncle will protect grandma." Little Anxian looked at him with a smile, "Then handsome uncle, you will protect mom, right?"
"Yes." Lu Xiyan's eyes fell on An Ning, just meeting the other party's gaze. His eyes were gentle, as if he was answering An Xian, or as if he was making a promise in front of Li Chunfang and An Yucan's tomb.
"I will protect your mother, and I will protect you too."
"I will protect my mother too!" Little Anxian smiled brightly, "When I grow up, I will help my mother drive away all the bad guys!"
The ashes were buried, and the funeral ended with three kneelings and nine kowtows.
An Ning looked deeply at the two black and white photos on the tombstone.
She looked up at the sunlight shining down. It was August, but she felt bone-chillingly cold.
She asked Lu Xiyan to send An Xian home first, saying that she wanted to stay here for a while.
Before leaving, Lu Xiyan worriedly told her to wait for him to pick her up and to call him if she had any problems.
An Ning nodded obediently and smiled at him faintly.
Lu Xiyan turned around holding An Xian's hand, and just after taking two steps, he heard An Ning calling softly from behind.
"Western feast, Western feast!"
When Lu Xiyan turned his head, the little guy next to him also turned back suddenly.
"Mom, your name is Xianxian?"
An Ning stood in the cemetery, but her eyes were looking at Lu Xiyan and she smiled at him.
In the golden sunlight, her smile was pale but beautiful.
An Ning called his name softly, her eyes curved with a smile, and her gaze moved down to look at the small hand that his big hand was holding.
"Xianxian, be good." She smiled gently, "Remember what mommy said, be obedient."
The little guy nodded heavily, "Mom, I'll wait for you at home."
Lu Xiyan looked at the little guy and then at An Ning.
After confirming that An Ning was not talking to him, he gently instructed, "Wait here for me, I'll pick you up later."
An Ning nodded, and she didn't look away until she saw the two figures, one big and one small, slowly walk out of the cemetery path and get into the black car in the distance.
When I lowered my eyes, tears fell.
......
The black car drove slowly forward and out of the cemetery.
Lu Xiyan sat in the back seat and asked, "Are you sure your mother just called you and not me?"
"Mom is calling me." The little guy raised his head and smiled, showing a row of small teeth, "It's Xianxian that I'm calling."
"Xianxian?" Lu Xiyan frowned slightly. Why did he hear Xiyan Xiyan?
At this time, the driver who had been driving could not help but smile and said, "Second Master, this kid's name sounds a bit like yours."
Lu Xiyan asked, "Do you think so too?"
"Yes, the kid's name is Xian, Xian." The driver slowed down his tone. "Your name is Xiyan. So if you call me Xiyan and Xiyan and Xiyan twice in a row, wouldn't that be Xianxian?"
The driver said this cheerfully, but the man in the back seat suddenly frowned.
Western banquet, Western banquet.
Strings?
Just as he was pondering whether it was a coincidence, the little guy next to him suddenly sat up straight, as if he had discovered a new world, "Pretty uncle, is your name Xiyan?"
"Why, your mother didn't tell you?" Lu Xiyan turned around and smiled, raising her hand to pinch his face. "It's been so long, and you don't even know my name?"
The little guy was even more shocked, "Your name is Lu Xiyan!"
"Yes." Lu Xiyan found it funny, "My name is Lu Xiyan."
The little fellow's eyebrows suddenly turned red, and he looked aggrieved. "Lu Xiyan! You are Lu Xiyan! You are the person my mother calls every day when she cries!"
"Wow--" He suddenly pouted and burst into tears, with tears as big as beans rolling down his face, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
"You are my father! My father's name is Lu Xiyan!"
Lu Xiyan was about to comfort him when his back suddenly stiffened and his whole body became stiff as if he had been electrocuted.
"W-what, what do you mean I'm your father?" He, who was always calm, suddenly couldn't speak clearly. He looked at the crying child and said, "Who told you? Your mother told you I'm your father? Don't you know your father's name?"
"You are my father! My father's name is Lu Xiyan! You are my father!" The child cried loudly, looking very pitiful.
He didn't know about the adults' problems, he only knew that his mother called this name every night when she cried, and this name was his father!
For a moment, Lu Xiyan was more flustered than ever before.
You can’t trust everything a three-year-old says, but his mind suddenly exploded with a strong thought – is he really his father?
Just as he was brainstorming countless ideas, the little guy cried and shouted, "You are my dad! Mommy said she wanted to celebrate Daddy's birthday!"
Suddenly there was a "bang" in my head, and something was disconnected.
Lu Xiyan's deep eyes stared at the child's tearful but beautiful facial features.
His breath was caught, and countless fragments exploded in his mind, piecing together a fragmented but somewhat clear answer.
It was his birthday, and she said she would give him a birthday present!
Allergic to shrimp! No egg yolks!
Even someone as stupid as Jiang Yao unconsciously said that this child looked like him.
Western banquet, Western banquet!
Strings!
After four years of separation, he is three years old!
Pregnancy…separate pregnancies!
Yes, she got pregnant after they broke up, that makes sense!
They all match!
In an instant, Lu Xiyan felt that his heart was about to explode, and the blood in every capillary in his body was roaring and boiling!
"Turn around! Go to the cemetery!"
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