Chapter 2912 Shen Tianyu 312

Seeing this, Wuyazi handed the urn in his arms to Gu Chuchu.

The urn was made of solid white porcelain and weighed more than ten pounds.

It was quite heavy for Gu Chuchu, who weighed over 80 kilograms.

She couldn't hold the urn hard, so she sat down on the ground without caring about her image, put the urn on her thighs, and cried with her face against the urn. She cried until her eyes, face and nose were red, and she looked pitiful.

Wuyazi couldn't bear to see a beautiful child cry, and was just about to open his mouth.

Shen Tianyu coughed lightly.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

Wuyazi ran to a nearby pavilion and hid there, fearing that if he was soft-hearted for a moment, he would blurt out the truth and all his efforts would be wasted.

Gu Xiao had the door opened and walked out, handing Gu Chuchu a soft towel and saying, "Wipe your tears."

Gu Chuchu didn't take it, but continued to cry with her face against Bingbing's urn.

Gu Xiao looked at Bai Zhan and the unconscious Chu Chu and said, "Help them go to my house. I'll call the family doctor to check on Mrs. Bai."

Bai Zhan said sorry for disturbing you and carried Chu Chu on his back and walked towards his home.

Gu Xiao looked at Gu Chuchu again, "You should go home too, it's cold outside."

Gu Chuchu's face was pale, her cold hands touching the cold urn, and she murmured dully, "The soul is even colder."

Her young and naive heart could hardly bear such bad news.

The person who was still alive a few days ago turned into a jar of ashes when we met again.

His voice, his smile, his handsome face, his long, beautiful eyes, his slender nose, his sexy petal lips, the way he ran wildly through the airport holding her in his arms, the look on his face as if he wanted to say something but couldn't...

Why did he die?

She couldn't figure it out.

So many people came back, why did he die?

Although it was a pity that Sheng Po died, Gu Xiao was furious that his daughter was so useless. "Go home."

He leaned over to grab the urn from her arms.

Gu Chuchu hugged him tightly with her slender arms, refusing to give him anything.

Gu Xiao helped her up, "I won't fight for it, you hold it yourself. It's cold outside, go home with Dad, cry if you want to. You're already sad, what if you get sick after catching a cold? You only think about your own sadness, why don't you think about how sad Dad would be if you got sick?"

Gu Chuchu couldn't listen.

Her young and innocent heart was immersed in great sorrow.

No one can defeat the power of the dead.

Sheng Po died at the prime of his life.

He was no longer just a man, nor was he just a man she fell in love with after only meeting him a few times. He was no longer the member of the cult that made her feel sorry.

Death froze him in her heart, frozen into an unspeakable pain and hurt, as well as a huge regret.

Death in this war washed away all the stains on him, leaving her with only the good in his memory.

Gu Chuchu carried Sheng Po's ashes into her boudoir, without eating or drinking, and just cried silently.

After settling his fainted wife, Bai Zhan said to Gu Xiao, "When my wife is better, I will take A-po's ashes away. I've caused you so much trouble."

Gu Xiao said: "No need, our family doesn't have so many taboos, it's not too late for you to stay for a few more days."

He was polite, but Bai Zhan couldn't follow his politeness.

Bai Zhan was filled with grief. He walked aside and called his eldest brother Bai Yan's cell phone number, saying, "Brother, A Po is dead, and his ashes are now in the Gu Family Villa. Master Shen said they have applied for the title of martyr. Should he be buried in the public cemetery or in the Bai family cemetery?"

There was silence on Bai Yan's side.

It happened too suddenly.

Three or four minutes later, he spoke: "Since he is a member of our Bai family, he must be buried in our Bai family's ancestral tomb."

"Thank you, brother."

"Condolences."

Bai Zhan hung up the phone, turned around and went upstairs to his wife Chuchu's room.

Her pretty face was pale. She was lying on the bed receiving oxygen, her eyes closed, and had not yet woken up.

Bai Zhan grabbed her hand and put it to his lips, then closed his eyes and tears began to flow.

Men feel pain more slowly than women.

Wuyazi was still sitting in the pavilion.

Shen Tianyu stood beside him.

Both of them were dressed in white, one sitting and the other standing, one old and one young, their faces silent.

The villa is quiet.

The cold wind blew up the clothes of the two men.

After a long moment, Wuyazi sighed, "The Spring Festival is almost here, and Poer hasn't even had a reunion with his family before he's already parted ways with them."

Shen Tianyu said: "There is no one nearby."

The implication is that there is no need to act anymore.

I was worried that he would be tired from acting, after all, he is over a hundred years old.

Wuyazi sniffed, his expression sad. "He's wandering around all by himself, don't you think he's lonely? His will to live has never been very strong, I wonder if he can survive? He betrayed Zongji, and the remnants of that gang won't let him go. I regret letting him go. If I had kept him by my side, I could at least send my disciples to protect him. Although that old man Lu Wei is not very useful, he can still keep an eye on him. Now that I let him go, his life-saving Gu is dead, and he can't be refined in a short time. He also has injuries on his body, and I always feel that he is in great danger."

Shen Tianyu thought of the person behind Zong Ji.

Zongji was lustful and greedy for money.

As for that person, his behavior was obviously much more cruel than Zong Ji's, and he didn't seem like a greedy and lustful person. A person who was cruel and ruthless, but neither greedy nor lustful, was simply impeccable.

But Zong Ji refused to give him up no matter what, so he must have a special relationship with Zong Ji.

With this calculation, if Sheng Po was discovered to be faking his death, he would be in great danger.

Shen Tianyu said, "You are old and cannot be exposed to the cold wind for long. Go back to your room."

Wuyazi took out a handkerchief from his pocket and blew his nose. He looked into the distance with a sad look in his eyes. "That kid is not my biological son, nor is he my disciple or grandson. Why am I so worried about him?"

Shen Tianyu was not good at comforting people. He just said, "Because you two are the same kind."

Wuyazi raised his eyelids and glared at him, "Please shut up, I thank your whole family."

After sending Wuyazi home, Shen Tianyu went to Gu Xiao's house.

After looking at Chuchu and Bai Zhan, he went to Gu Chuchu's boudoir again.

Raise your hand and knock on the door.

Gu Chuchu didn't respond.

Shen Tianyu said: "I went in?"

The room was silent, with only Gu Hancheng's voice coming out, "Brother, come in."

Shen Tianyu slowly opened the door.

Gu Chuchu's slender body was bent into a sad arc, lying quietly on the soft big bed, her beautiful big eyes were filled with tears, her eyes were dull, and she was still holding the cold white urn in her arms.

Gu Hancheng stood aside and looked at her.

There was no expression on the boy's heroic face.

Human sorrow is not universal. He didn't understand why his sister was so sad because of a man she had only met a few times.

Shen Tianyu glanced at Gu Chuchu quietly.

He took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out a vermilion pill, handed it to Gu Hancheng, and said, "This is a heart-protecting pill. Give it to your sister to prevent her heart from being damaged."

Gu Hancheng took the pill and asked, "What will happen if the heart meridian is damaged?"

Shen Tianyu replied: "My emotions are frozen. I won't like other men anymore. My temperament will also change. I won't feel sad or happy. My emotions are dulled."

Gu Hancheng thought, it seems that the word "love" is the most hurtful.

A wise man does not fall in love.

He will never get involved in love again.

He fetched a glass of warm water, walked to Gu Chuchu, stuffed the pill into her mouth and fed her.

Shen Tianyu handed him the medicine bottle again, "There are fourteen pills left. Give seven to Mrs. Bai. Take one pill a day for a week to protect your heart meridians."

Gu Hancheng took the medicine bottle and agreed.

Shen Tianyu walked out.

After leaving the courtyard, a cold wind blew outside and the air was chilly.

Shen Tianyu thought to himself that this winter might be colder than previous years.

He walked with long legs and big strides in the yard, and came to the garden. The originally colorful flowers in the garden had already withered, and the precious flower trees were also protected. It was much more bleak than spring, summer and autumn.

Suddenly, a huge black butterfly fluttered towards him.

It is impossible for butterflies to appear in the winter in the north.

Shen Tianyu frowned slightly and stretched out his right hand with his palm facing up.

The butterfly flew in front of him and landed in his palm, its wings still.

Shen Tianyu's heart sank. The butterfly came so strangely.

Is Sheng Po really dead?