Chapter 286: Funeral
I sent a message to Xiao Shiqiu, "My aunt passed away. I have to go back to attend the funeral tomorrow."
He sent a hug emoji, "My condolences. I'll have Old Wu take you home and find you a hotel. I'll pick you up when you're done."
[Okay, I get it.] I'm so used to having people drive me everywhere I go, I don't know why I need a car when I'm living this way.
Especially since the old man wants to buy me three!
The next day, I told Huang Tianyi about my aunt's passing. "You have to go to school by yourself these few days. Old Wu will take me home."
Huang Tianyi shook a BMW key in her hand and said, "It's okay, Tang Yi left the car for me, I'm just too lazy to drive, so I use your car every day.
Mainly because they're worried that driving this car to school would be too conspicuous, but it's okay, I'm a woman they can't reach anyway."
I got in the Bentley and saw a BMW 7 Series driving out of the underground garage. Sitting in the driver's seat was the stunningly beautiful Huang Tianyi.
Although this car is a bit eye-catching, everyone in the school knows that Huang Tianyi is a wealthy woman. She usually acts in a high-profile manner, so driving this car will not cause much discussion.
I still remember when she first started her freshman year, her beautiful appearance attracted more boys than flies.
She said coldly: "Those who can't support me, stay away from me." The effect was better than insecticide. Soon the boys dispersed. From then on, she became a white, rich and beautiful girl who was out of reach and could only be admired from afar in the eyes of boys.
On the way back, I began to feel sad. Although I was sad about my aunt's death, I was not yet to the point of crying for her.
I have never been a crybaby since I was a child. Maybe it’s because no one comforted me when I cried as a child, so I gradually stopped crying.
I opened my phone and searched: [How to build up emotions and cry]
The first is to recall sad things and quickly immerse yourself in pain.
I thought about it carefully, and there didn't seem to be anything sad. I cried once when I broke up with Liangzi, but now I don't feel anything at all.
I began to imagine that Xiao Shiqiu had a mistress and that he was taken away by her.
Damn it! I find I can’t think about it anymore. When I think about it, I have the urge to kill someone. I feel only anger and no sadness.
This one doesn’t work. Look at the next one. Use eye drops or listen to sad music. I forgot to buy eye drops.
Sad music should be played in this funeral hall. What music is sadder than funeral music?
The last one is to learn the body movements of crying, such as covering your face, biting your lips, and pretending to be trying hard to stop crying.
The last one is more practical, so I’ll just install it.
I sat in the back seat, building up my emotions and practicing how to cry. I didn't notice that Old Wu was looking at me from time to time in the rearview mirror. Finally, he, who rarely spoke, took the initiative to speak.
He said, somewhat eloquently, "Miss Xia, if you feel sad, just cry. You look sad one moment, then suddenly expressionless, then worried the next. I'm afraid you'll get hurt."
I was immediately embarrassed. I was afraid that the way I looked just now meant that Old Wu suspected that I had mental problems.
I had to hide it and said, "It's okay. I'm a little sad about my aunt's passing, but I can bear it. My mom will be even sadder if she sees me crying."
Old Wu nodded in agreement.
When the car reached the corner near my aunt's house, I got out and asked Lao Wu to find a hotel by himself.
When I pushed the door open, the house was surprisingly quiet, unlike the crying I had imagined. No one was crying. Even Deng Sisi was sitting on the sofa with a calm expression.
If it weren't for the Buddhist scriptures that I couldn't understand playing on loop in the living room, I wouldn't have felt there was a funeral at home.
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