In his heart, Uncle Luo is not a servant but a venerable elder, who can make him respect his elders for the rest of his life. He would rather use his twenty years of life to exchange for Uncle Luo's health, which shows how indescribable the family affection between him and Uncle Luo is.

Long Qingye pointed his stiff neck a little and pressed her on the bed who was about to get up to pack her luggage.

"You are tired, so you need to rest early, I'll clean it up."

"But..." Are you tired too?

"No, but I try to buy tickets for tomorrow's flights. You have to rest. I'll do these, otherwise you won't be able to keep up with me tomorrow."

Long Qingye's indecision made her lose the energy to resist instantly. It's okay, she went to bed early and rushed back to City A tomorrow.

After cleaning up the fatigue of the whole day in the bathroom, Bai Yaoyu came out and he packed most of his luggage. It seemed that he was rushing back.

She was already very satisfied that he had left his job and stayed with him for so few days.

Long Qingye booked two air tickets to go back tomorrow, but fortunately, there were only two tickets left.

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City a

Mo Chaodong stood behind Roland with his son in his arms.

This is Uncle Luo’s mourning hall. A photo of Uncle Luo’s life is placed under the black cloth in front of him.

Uncle Luo walked too suddenly, without any photos or the like. This photo was obtained from his ID card.

Uncle Luo's expression in the photo is natural and still looks energetic, but the person is really gone.

Roland had been kneeling for a long time, and she didn't know how long she had been kneeling. There were many people coming to pay their respects, most of whom were Uncle Luo's card friends during his lifetime.

There was only one sentence that happened, which was too sudden and caught them off guard.

Those who came left, and after they left, someone came.

The baby was lying on Mo Chaodong's shoulder, looking at the mother kneeling wherever she was, and the photo of his grandfather.

He was too young to know what death was. For him, his grandfather was just sleeping and could still see it.

It was getting late, and the people who came to pay their respects were almost gone.

Roland also knelt all day long. Mo Chaodong couldn't bear to keep her kneeling like this and didn't eat anything all day.

His baby fell asleep on his shoulders and he held the child in his arms.

Roland's eyes were red, which showed how sad she was crying.

Uncle Luo's death must have had a great blow to her.

"Lanlan, can you get up first and eat something?" Mo Chaodong asked her.

Her eyes were empty and uncolored, like a weathered and faded bracelet, losing its former luster.

The whole body was silent, and Roland still looked ahead with his eyes, without answering his words, as if he hadn't heard them at all.

Mo Chaodong asked her again, "Lanlan..."

He knew Roland's temper. She was very filial. She would care a lot about every bit of Uncle Luo.

In the mourning hall, she was always in a low mood and could not eat anything.
Chapter completed!