Chapter 307 I Didn’t Mean to Lie to You

When no one is there to rely on, one must grow up and see the truth clearly.

As for Anping, he still wanted to go back to his grandmother's house, where there were the delicious food and the people from the village in his memory. That was the place he always wanted to go back to. He was also an ordinary boy who was full of vigor and told everyone what kind of person he wanted to be and where he would shine in the future.

The current situation was something he had never imagined.

No one else is around, and he is the only leader. He must let go of all his innocence and mature little by little.

He Jingsi saw Anping's reaction and didn't have any extra thoughts, just felt sad.

For the first time, he began to doubt himself. Can he really go ahead with the decision to do it again? Is he wrong?

He fell into doubt and Anping said nothing more.

"Let's not tell Yi Ze about this, or he won't be able to leave peacefully."

Anping wiped away his tears, picked up the hat on the ground and put it on.

"The funeral will be held soon, so go and pack up and come over."

He went to tidy up the things in front of him and stopped talking.

He Jingsi turned around and left. He was actually very familiar with the decoration here. In Jiang City, there were many places of theirs, and the decoration was the same.

There was not a breath of wind in the mourning hall, as if He Jingsi was just a passer-by.

Over there, Feng Ze had already blocked the news. In the luxuriously decorated mourning hall, at the deepest part, there was a coffin.

The closed coffin prevents people from seeing anything inside.

Compared to Anping, there were quite a lot of people here, but they were all dressed in the same uniform and no one was talking. The atmosphere was solemn and seemed extremely oppressive.

Feng Ze stood in the center, facing a pile of white flowers and wreaths.

"Help, the time has come."

Someone reminded me.

"Let's go."

Someone took away the paper burning basin, and some people started to lift the coffin, lifting it up little by little.

Feng Ze was holding a black and white photo. This photo was taken secretly by someone below him when he first found Le Mo.

Who knew it would be the last one.

Regret and pain rolled in my heart, intertwined into a ball.

Until they walked quite far, someone blocked their way in front of them.

"stop!"

It was a woman's voice. Feng Ze stopped where he was and quickly hid the photo behind him.

"Xiaoxiao."

Feng Ze shouted, trying to cover up something.

"Why are you here now?"

"Who's in there?"

"A friend."

Feng Ze spoke in a nonchalant tone, as if he was talking about someone who didn't matter.

"A friend is not worth the trouble of holding a funeral, Feng Ze, and you are still lying to me now!"

Xiaoxiao's eyes were red and she didn't dare to look at the coffin. Her fingers were shaking.

"Xiaoxiao, I didn't mean to lie to you..."

Xiaoxiao couldn't listen any more. She only knew that this man had deceived her and even made her almost miss his funeral.

"Feng Ze, you didn't even let me see you for the last time. You have such a cruel heart!"

Xiaoxiao approached the coffin, touched it with her hand, and burst into tears.

"Xiao Mo, this is my Xiao Mo..."

Xiaoxiao is not very old, and she looks pretty, so you can't tell she's a mother who already has a child.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, calling out Le Mo's name over and over again, and finally sat paralyzed on the ground, refusing to let the coffin leave her.

"Xiaoxiao, I know you are sad, but can we first bury Xiaomo?"