Chapter 671: father……

The envelope is lavender with a print on it. I received it and put it in my hand. My voice was sad and said: "Uncle and Auntie, please be sorrowful and change. Even if you are not here, I can take care of you."
Song Yiran's parents don't need my care at all. My words are polite, but I will help if I really need them.
Song Yiran’s mother said with tears in sadness: "Thank you, Mrs. Xi. But you have said that you are the person who understands her emotions best. Thank you for the feeling you gave her during your lifetime. Thank you for participating in her funeral and thank you. What I said to us."
I turned around and looked at the coffin.
Inside the coffin is the beautiful and proud woman.
Xi Zhan and I left the main hall. After returning to the room, I took my mobile phone and contacted Shi Cheng, "Where are you? Are you at Song's house?"
"I'm not at the Song's house, I'm outside the Song's house, and my parents won't let me in and guard her. I just saw you arrived."
Shi Cheng's voice was calm.
I said silently: "I'm looking for you."
I hung up Shi Cheng's phone and looked down at the letter in my palm. The people around me were used to writing letters before they died.
Xi Zhan was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looking outside. I got up and asked him, "What are you looking at? I'm going to look for Shicheng later."
"There is someone familiar below."
Hearing what Xi Zhan said, I went to see the guests in the venue below, and I curiously asked him, "Who are you referring to?"
Xi Zhan pointed his finger in the corner.
I looked over, it was an old man.
The wrinkles on his face are very deep.
His eyes were very vicious.
He was counting the flower baskets there at this time.
It should be the genealogy of the Song family.
How could Xi Zhan know him?
I asked Xi Zhan strangely, "You know?"
The man’s voice was cold,
I have seen photos before, and Yin Ruo said that he has been living overseas, but he did not expect to meet him here.

"It should be from the Song family."
Xi Zhan turned around and sat on the sofa. I stood in front of the French window and opened the envelope hesitantly.
"Miss Shi, hello,
I should not be in this world when you see this letter. Although I don't want to think this way, I know the dangers of surgery and know that I basically can't get off the stage.
Thinking of these, I think I should prepare sooner.
I wrote a few letters.
One for parents.
For you.
One piece for nine children.
And a copy of my girlfriend.
I wrote four letters.
I didn't have a plan at the time.
Because I don't know what I want to say to him.
It seems that there is no need to say anything.
Miss Shi, thank you for appearing in my life. Although we don't communicate often, I care about you very much from the bottom of my heart.
Because I think you are as miserable as I am.
I can empathize with you.
And you can empathize with me.
This feeling is enough.
I don't know what to write...
Miss Shi and I seem to have very few contacts.
Then let's talk about it.
Forget it, talking about him will become bad.
That's it, goodbye Miss Shi.
And please take care of Jiu'er for me.
Tell her when she grows up--
My love for her. "
This letter is very short and short.
But I can feel her despair at the time.
I greeted Xi Zhan and went downstairs to look for Shi Cheng outside the Song’s villa, and finally saw him at an inconspicuous corner where the wall was facing the main hall of the villa.
He is guarding Song Yiran here.
Shi Cheng was still wearing the same clothes that he wore in the hospital that day. He sat on the ground and hugged his arms. He looked pitiful and dirty. I squatted beside him and said, "We are all sad when she is gone. I know you. Yes, but you still have nine children."
"I know that I will take care of Jiu'er."
Shi Cheng's voice was unexpectedly calm.
I asked him, "What are you thinking?"
"I think my life is abolished. I don't have a lover, and I don't have a passion for life. Only the responsibility to Jiuer is left."
Stopped him and said: "The Song family will not give me Jiu'er."
"Yes, Song Yiran gave it to her parents before, so she hopes Jiu'er will grow up in Shi's family. Song Yiran's parents are not clear about this. They will follow Song Yiran's wishes."
Shi Cheng buried his head in his arms, "It's gone, really nothing, completely gone. She left with hatred for me when she left, and she didn't leave me a word. I have I was really desperate without seeing her."
Shi Cheng admitted to Song Yiran for two years.
Even hard work.
In the end, the bamboo basket was completely empty.
I don't know how to appease Shicheng, because his character is explosive, and I am afraid that comforting him will set him on fire.
I was silent, he suddenly turned his head and asked me, "Can you take me into the villa? I want to go and see the same..."
I:"……"
I can, but not now.
"I'll take you in again at night."
Shi Cheng was ecstatic, "Shi Sheng, thank you!"
"Shi Cheng, what about you after meeting you?"
Shi Cheng did not answer. He changed the subject and asked, "What do you have on your hands? Also like light purple. Is this what she gave you?"
...
After Xi Zhan waited for Shi Sheng to leave, he got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to look at the man downstairs. His body was thin and weak, slightly different from the picture, but he was sure it was him.
Shi Sheng went downstairs and passed him.
He shouted, "Mrs. Xi, be careful of the flower basket under her feet."
Shi Sheng carefully bypassed and left.
Xi Zhan retracted his cold gaze and returned to the sofa to sit down and meditate. He liked to think when he was alone.
A few minutes later someone knocked on the door of the room.
Xi Zhan said with eyebrows: "In."
After Shi Sheng left, he did not lock the door.
The door was opened, and there was a thin old man standing at the door. Xi Zhan stared at him coldly, and he asked with a kind smile: "Does Mr. Xi need anything?"
Xi Zhan asked in a cold voice, "What's the matter?"
"I just come over to see if you have any needs."
Xi Zhan sneered, "Do you think I don't know who you are?"
Hearing that the old man's face turned pale.
He shouted lowly, "Xi Zhan."
"The only one who can call my name is my wife."
The old man quickly changed his words, "Mr. Xi."
"Nine years ago, you were mother's accomplice."
Xi Zhan directly mentioned what happened nine years ago.
"I am listening to your mother's instructions, but we are both for you, Xi... Our hearts are for you."
"I fell into an unrighteous situation but said it was for me. Besides, I can't hold the position of Xi Zhan and require you to use some tricks behind your back? The three young masters of the Patriarch Xi died one after another. How about you and her? Worry about the Xi family?"
"So you completely let the Xi family let Shi Sheng inherit?"
The old man at the door knew all these things well.
"I belong to my wife, naturally, I have to return it to her."
"Even if you are driven into desperation?"
Hearing that Xi Zhan chuckled lightly, his smile was filled with disdain and pity: "Father, this is the difference between me and you."