Mo Shiqian''s eyes narrowed, and his eyes fell on the person in charge sent by the prison. His lips were full of sarcastic sneer, "Dao?"


    In such a cold winter, the C.O.''s forehead and back exuded layers of cold sweat under the man''s eyes, "about the knife We will definitely investigate and give an account to the families of the victims. "


    There is no doubt that knives are not allowed in prison.


    It shouldn''t have happened.


    If there is no such knife and gun equipment that can directly cause death, whether it is beating, strangling, pinching or even hitting the wall, there are three people watching, it is basically impossible to let pool saddle be killed in prison.


    There are knives that can kill people, either the "credit" of the guards, or the fault of the guards.


    But in either case, there is a fault in prison.


    Mo Shiqian''s eyes passed coldly, and his voice was even colder. "Explain that you really have to give it to someone. I think it''s a scum in your prison guards. If someone can''t find it, I''ll send you to court together - collectively explain it with the rest of your life."


    The fashion reclines on the doorframe and stands in silence.


    It''s not difficult to find out about this matter. It''s not difficult to find out the murderer and the person in charge.


    The point is what Chi Huan thinks.


    The death of a father is neither an accidental death, nor a natural death. It''s an indirect result of his own death. It''s more common to say that people with a little bit of humanity always have pimples in their hearts.


    …………


    Chi Huan followed the doctor and watched him lift the body of the covered white cloth, revealing a pale, expressionless face.


    The emotion that restrained all the way finally collapses in an instant, the eyes open and close, the tears fall down, silent but surging.


    "At about 1:30 a.m. last night, your father suffered many stab wounds. One of them was near the heart. Because he lost too much blood, he stopped breathing on the way to the hospital. Please forgive me."


    Chi Huan didn''t stay for a long time. When the original road turned back to the place where she was waiting for ink, she stopped crying, but there were still dry tears on her face, and the red circles of her eyes had not recovered.


    Seeing her from afar, the man immediately took a long leg and strode across.


    She stopped, looked up at his face, touched her face with her hands, adjusted her breathing, and then said in a tired, hoarse voice, "you go to work in the company I stayed to deal with my father''s cremation and burial. "


    The man''s deep, inky eyes stared at her face. He almost followed her voice and said, "I''ll arrange for you."


    Chi Huan shook his head without thinking, "I''ll do it myself Think about it. Although I always think he is not a good father, I have been supporting me for more than ten years. Instead, I haven''t done anything for him... "


    She looked down at her wringing fingers and said lightly, "there will be no chance in the future. This is the last one, so I''ll do it myself."


    Mo Shiqian looked at her for a while, and said, "OK," a word spilled from his throat, but then he said in a low and dumb way, "I''ll accompany you."


    Chi Huan purses her lips, neither says well nor says badly, and walks past him with her head down.


    Cremation, simple funeral, select the tomb site, bury.


    These things are very tedious, but the whole process is basically smooth with the professional in charge.


    Mo Shiqian did not intervene as she wished, just as they were together before Like a bodyguard, she followed her all the time. The process of Chi''an''s burial was handled by her hands.


    He stayed with her all the time except taking a few calls and walking a few meters away occasionally.


    The whole process was calm, even orderly, and she did not express much grief.


    Except for being too reticent, there was almost no smile on his face.


    On the day of burial, it was drizzling, almost invisible, but chilly.


    Chi Huan, wearing a black coat and long black hair, and a black scarf around her neck, quietly looked at the black and white photos on the tombstone, unable to say what kind of feeling it was.


    Sadness? Blame yourself? Resentment?


    As if nothing, and as if all mixed together into a blank, more and more is powerless, and at a loss.


    The black umbrella held over her head, and the low voice of the man also sounded over her head, "happy, you have been standing for a long time, let''s go back, eh?"


    Chi Huan''s soft voice is like the only sigh left. "I thought he would go to jail at the age of 51 and go to jail for ten years, and then he would be sixty-one if he came out. If he lived a long time, he would be seventy-eight or ten years old. Then I should have a lot of money, at least to let him live in his old age..."


    Her eyes drooped slightly, her eyelids drooped, full of depression and helplessness.


    The man held her in his arms from behind, his arms tighter and tighter, his voice lower to the extreme, like from the deepest part of his throat, "I''m sorry."


    He had almost no fear in his life, but from the time he received Xiao Yu''s phone call, he was afraid that she would blame him.These days, he watched her always quiet and silent, and the panic at the bottom of his heart expanded without limit.


    Sometimes she even felt that she would not take care of him, and then she would just find a reason to talk to her. She would also look at him and talk to him, without blaming him.


    But restless or continuous accumulation, he would rather she cried hysterically, angry, noisy, vent.


    She was silent. He didn''t know what was on her mind.


    Chi Huan raised his head from his arms, looked at the cool and tight handsome face of the man under the black umbrella, reached out his hand and gently stroked his outline, "when the ink is modest..."


    He looked down at her, tightly at her, his eyes narrowed.


    He held her so that she could feel his tight body clearly.


    "I think..."


    Before she spoke a word, the man in front of her suddenly took off his umbrella and threw it aside. Then he picked her up and walked out of the cemetery. "It''s too cold. Next time I''ll see your father, go back to the car, I''ll take you home to eat. You haven''t eaten much these days."


    Chi Huan is hugged by him. His arm is on his shoulder. Looking at his handsome side face, he feels sad and sad.


    He lowered his head and kissed her face again. He said in a low, dumb way, "I''ll make it for you, eh? Take a bath and have a good sleep. " She was silent, and then her chin rested on his shoulder, staring at the gradually distant tombstone.


    "Why did you leave your umbrella there? I can support it."


    The man bowed his head, pasted his face to her, and his voice was very low. "It''s OK, just a few minutes away. If it''s cold, you can go back and take a bath. After that, you can have dinner."