Chapter 1844: Cold like stones, without temperature

Murong Zhihong's death is not a trivial matter. It must be arranged for the whole family and group, funerals, cemeteries, and venues to come to the condolences.
Mrs. Murong nodded. "Tough work for you."
"Nothing, nothing ... this is what it should be." Ji Mianmian carefully observed Mrs. Murong's expression, and found that she seemed to be sullen, not too sad, and more worried in her heart. She went through that kind of heartbreaking The pain in the heart was painful, and she understood that the more calm the surface, the deeper the pain in her heart.
The death of Mr. Murong was a fatal blow to Mrs. Murong.
Mrs. Murong reached out to pull the needle on her back, and Ji Mianmian quickly stopped: "Well, Mrs. No, you haven't lost."
"I'm fine, I don't need infusion." Mrs. Murong insisted on pulling it out.
Ji Mianmian held down: "Ma'am, you wait, I'll call the nurse to help you pull out, please wait."
As a result, as soon as she turned around, Mrs. Murong pulled it behind her, and Ji Mianmian scratched her head helplessly.
Mrs. Murong was about to get out of bed, and Ji Mianmian immediately reached out to help. "Where are you going? You haven't eaten for more than a day. Let's go eat something first?"
Mrs. Murong was very weak. She hadn't eaten since yesterday, and with her grief too much, she could hardly walk.
Mrs. Murong shook her head slightly: "It's okay, I'm not hungry. He's still in the morgue, I'll see him."
Ji Mianmian's heart was astringent: "Mrs. Mr. Murong Lao ..."
"I know, he's dead." Madam Murong's voice was soft and barely audible.
Ji Mianmian felt uncomfortable. She felt the same feelings for Mrs. Murong's current feelings. It was because of understanding that she realized that the pain of others is unimaginable: "You ... you are sad."
There was a faint smile on Mrs. Murong's lips: "Yeah, grief, otherwise what else?"
When he died, he left with regret, because, in the end, she failed to stand in front of him and couldn't talk to him.
Ji Mianmian helped Mrs. Murong to the morgue, and she finally saw Murong Zhihong's body.
Mu Rongmian knew that she would definitely want to see him when she woke up, so she had been arranged for Murong Zhihong to put on his life clothes, navy blue suit, diamond check tie, and hair comb Neatly, there is also a handy pocket watch in the pocket on the chest.
Mrs. Murong knew the suit that she had bought for him, and even the pocket watch she had chosen for him before.
That pocket watch is Murong Zhihong's favorite thing to bring on his body, an old object.
However, he used to wear a suit that fits well, but now he is empty. After he became ill, he quickly became old and thin. When he was a tall and handsome man, when he died, only a bone was left.
Mrs. Murong looked at Murong Zhihong's body, she could not feel any sadness, probably it was painful and paralyzed.
Psychologically speaking, when a person is in extreme pain, when the body's instincts cannot bear the pain, they will automatically close the five senses.
She reached out and gently touched Murong Zhihong's face, and said, "I am here ... I am here ..."
His body was cold and stiff, and his fingers felt like he was touching a cold stone without the slightest temperature.