There was still not much coolness in Naypyidaw in the early morning, the air was humid and stuffy.
Nanxi was like a kitten, with her hair loose, sleeping in a milky white quilt. Her feet were so cold that they seemed to be equipped with radar. As soon as Balu approached, she fell into his arms.
The man had made up his mind for a long time, but suddenly it collapsed.
How could I bear to tell her?
He could feel that Nan Xiaoxi was very dependent on her father in her heart. Although she didn't say it, she was so stubborn and only listened to Nan Zhenguo. She always said "My dad said, my dad said..." Deep down, she was still a little girl who listened to her father.
He has always been a decisive man, and there has never been a moment when he was as conflicted as he is now.
"Ba Xiaolu, why are you sitting on the bed like a ghost so late at night?"
Nanxi vaguely felt the man's sitting body and hummed in displeasure.
The man still said nothing.
One second... two seconds... three seconds...
Time seemed to materialize, flowing silently around, and the atmosphere became weird.
Nanxi suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the man's resolute and handsome face. Her lips were stiff for a moment and her eyes were dull.
"Ba Xiaolu...is it...is it..."
Her heart began to beat violently, her breathing became rapid, her hands and feet were a little cramped, and she stared at the man's eyes, wanting to know something, but also afraid to know.
The man stared at her pale little face with his black eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, but he couldn't open his mouth.
Nanxi was at a loss, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. Her mind was blank, but her lips were shaking uncontrollably, "My dad...my dad..."
"Baby." Baru couldn't stand her like this. He felt so distressed that his entire chest was throbbing with pain. He looked at her with dark eyes, veins bulging on his forehead. He bit his lower lip hard, and his voice was extremely hoarse.
"Your father passed away."
There was no hysteria as he had imagined, nor was there any collapse or loss of control. After listening to it, Nanxi didn't say a word and just sat there quietly.
"Baby, don't be like this, even if you cry, don't be like this..." Baru observed her for several minutes, but there was still no reaction. The man gradually panicked and began to rub her palm with his big hand.
"Baby, don't scare me."
After rubbing for about ten minutes, Nanxi's cold palm finally warmed up a little. The man's eyes were always watching her reaction. Finally, he saw her eyes move, and the tense jawline relaxed a little. "Baby, the person is in the hospital now."
Nanxi pursed her lips and blinked her beautiful yet dull eyes, "Take me there."
…
An entire floor of the hospital was heavily guarded, and the other patients had been transferred.
When Nanxi was walking to the hospital hand in hand with Balu, she was in a trance.
The elevator to the top floor was not allowed, so Biaozi kicked over the guard who came to stop him and pointed his assault rifle at the man's forehead. Baru's men came over and took the man out directly.
When the elevator reached the top floor, Biaozi, Boha and Fuchai led people to clear the way, looking like they were ready to kill anyone who stood in their way.
The three teams of guards were controlled by Baru's wolf soldiers in less than five minutes. The man then took her hand and walked out of the elevator. All the people outside were his.
After entering the ward, Balu clearly felt something was wrong with the people around him. He stared at the little woman with his black eyes, fearing that she might have an accident.
Nanxi walked to the bedside and called softly, "Dad..."
The person on the bed seemed to be asleep, motionless, still so elegant and calm.
"Bad old man..." When she spoke for the second time, her voice had changed, trembling and choking.
"No, it's Handsome Old Man. I'm calling you Handsome Old Man, can you please wake up?"
She reached out to pull the person lying on the bed with her little hand, "Dad, at worst, I won't blackmail you. I won't be angry with you anymore, okay? Get up, I'll be obedient... Isn't it okay if I'll be obedient from now on? Get up..."
She carefully placed her face against the man's chest. "You never hug me, never get close to me. I can't even lean on you, you bad old man..."
She leaned on her father's cold body for a long time, without saying a word or shedding a tear.
There is a saying in Yuncheng that deceased relatives cannot shed tears on the deceased when they are near the body, as this is unlucky.
Dad believes in these things the most, and she will not make him unhappy.
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"Dad, you always say I can't grow up, that's because I know I have a dad.
I'll lean on you one last time, and then I'll grow up on my own and let you see how powerful I am."
She finally spoke, then looked up and covered Nan Zhenguo's head with the white sheet with her own hands.
"Baru." Her voice was terribly cold. "I want to take my father home."
"Well, okay. I've already sent someone to pick up the master who will perform the ritual. The funeral arrangements are already underway, and we've even invited a professor of Chinese folklore to come. Don't worry, baby, all procedures will be carried out according to the rules of Yuncheng."
Nanxi wiped her tears and nodded.
Without asking anyone else for help, Balu personally carried his father-in-law's body downstairs, step by step, and carried it to the car. Nanxi followed him the whole time. Everyone watched this scene. The evil dragon bent down for love, and Miss Jiao straightened her back and took a group of wolf soldiers to take her father home.
The Nan family's residence in Naypyidaw.
When Balu carried Nan Zhenguo's body into the house, the guards inside came up to greet him and saluted. Now the Nan family was full of his people inside and out, and he controlled everyone. As long as Nan Xiaoxi said he wanted to check, he could find a rat with the wrong color.
In the hall, the mourning hall has been basically set up, and a high-quality crystal ice coffin has been placed in the center of the hall. Due to the special climate in Southeast Asia, the body can only be preserved in an ice coffin.
Everything was done too hastily. Even if he had great ability, it would take him at least two or three days to sort things out completely.
Nanxi changed into mourning clothes, knelt in front of the mourning hall, and began to perform rituals for her father.
After a while, Balu also changed into mourning clothes and came out. He knelt beside Nanxi, took the paper money from her hand and began to burn it.
Nanxi pursed her lips, tilted her head, and looked at him with red eyes.
"People say that being a son-in-law is a great honor for me. I am now half a son of the Nan family." He put a stack of paper into the earthenware basin and stirred it.
"Xixi, no matter what you do, I'll always be here. I'm your rock, always."
Nanxi blinked her dry eyes and said, "I'll burn the paper, and you go and light the incense. When the master performs the ritual, you come with me."
Han Yingna staggered in with a pale face. She stared blankly at the portrait of Nan Zhenguo on the table, then at the person lying in the ice coffin. She trembled all over and couldn't say a word.
Nanxi gave her a cold look and said, "Go change your clothes, come here and kneel down to bid my father farewell."
Han Yingna was trembling and could barely stand, backing away. Nanxi's eyes were cold and dark, "What are you afraid of? He didn't do anything to you when he was alive, so how could he take you away after he dies?"
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