Lin Shuyi nodded, and then asked Ye Huaijin to take her home to sleep.

Halfway through sleep, she was awakened by Ye Huaijin who had returned from Huaifeng.

She looked at him in a daze, "Where are we going?"

Ye Huaijin combed her hair and tidied her clothes, "In the afternoon it was Xiao Qingyu's memorial service, so we went to attend."

Lin Shuyi was so awake that she subconsciously resisted, but Ye Huaijin asked her to go again, and Xiao Qingyu also knew her, so she had no reason not to go.

When she arrived at the place where the memorial service was held, she looked at the flower baskets placed and Xiao Qingyu's photos, and her body became stiff. Xiao Qingyu's today seemed to be her tomorrow.

Ye Huaijin sensed something was wrong with his wife, "What's wrong with the meaning of calligraphy?"

Lin Shuyi looked at him, "Nothing."

Xiao Qingyu has not many relatives and friends. Most of the people who came to attend the memorial service were related to the Feng family. When his wife passed away, Feng Yi seemed to have changed his personality, with a slightly haggard face, and a decadent person. He no longer had the momentum of high spirits, and only pain.

Looking at Feng Yi, she couldn't help but wonder how sad Ye Huaijin was when she passed away in her previous life?

She pursed her red lips and whispered: "Huaijin, what will you do if one day I die?"

Ye Huaijin frowned slightly, "What stupid things do we say? We are going to grow old together."

Xiao Qingyu's two lives ended the same, and Lin Shuyi was afraid that she would be the same.

Thinking about it, she was only four years old when she was twenty-five years old. She felt that it was a wrong decision to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a marriage certificate with Ye Huaijin in the morning, and she should insist on getting married four years later.

The wife frowned and said nothing, Ye Huaijin continued, "Don't think about the meaning of calligraphy."

He thought that during the time he could not be with her, he had already experienced the feeling of being in pain. If one day she passed away unexpectedly like Xiao Qingyu, he would definitely not be able to withstand the blow, collapse or even go crazy. He could not imagine how desperate and sad he would be if he lost her.

Lin Shuyi did not answer him, and his eyes changed. Seeing Fang Shumeng standing behind Feng Yi, her face covered with tears, and her eyes couldn't even open. Qi Jinyan next to her was comforting her in a low voice.

Ye Huaijin and Lin Shuyi walked up to Feng Yi and said to him: "Sad to be mournful and follow the changes!"

Feng Yi, who was silent in grief, seemed to have not seen them.

Lin Shuyi took a few steps forward and looked at Fang Shumeng who was crying silently. Many words to comfort her came to her mouth, but she didn't know how to say it. When she died in her previous life, Fang Shumeng was probably sadder than this. I wonder if Fang Shumeng and Qi Shenxing had gained happiness after their divorce.

Suddenly, she really wanted to know the final outcome of the people around her in her previous life.

When the friend came, Fang Shumeng sniffed, stopped crying with difficulty, and greeted her.

A young man in his twenties died unexpectedly, which was much heavier than an elderly person's death. Moreover, Xiao Qingyu was a popular female star. Fans who learned about her death came one after another. However, because the security measures here were well done, they could not get in, so they had to stand outside and silently see off their idol.

The moment when Xiao Qingyu was buried, Lin Shuyi felt unspeakable. Not only did he feel uncomfortable for Xiao Qingyu, but also for himself.

Ye Huaijin held her tightly and gave her strength with his warm chest.

When the memorial service was about to end, Lin Shuyi went to find Fang Shumeng and saw her angry face, as if she was scolding Feng Yi.

Fang Shumeng is one of the few people who know why Xiao Qingyu died in a car accident. At this moment, he looked at Feng Yi and wanted to scold him fiercely, "If you don't chase Qingyu, Qingyu will not have a car accident. She is dead, why are you still alive!"

After being scolded by Fang Shumeng, Feng Yi just glanced at her and did not respond.

Lin Shuyi stepped forward and pulled Fang Shumeng away, "No one wants to see Qingyu's death. The car accident was an accident, and Feng Yi didn't want to do it either. Don't scold him."

Fang Shumeng curled her mouth, "I just want to scold him."

Lin Shuyi gave Qi Jinyan a wink and asked him to take Fang Shumeng back quickly.

Qi Jinyan understood his girlfriend's sadness, but also understood how sad Feng Yi was, so he hurriedly held his girlfriend's hand and left.

Lin Shuyi had a headache when she returned home from the memorial service.

Ye Huaijin brought her a cup of hot water, "Do you feel uncomfortable? Drink some hot water!"

Lin Shuyi kept looking forward without looking up at Ye Huaijin.

He took his wife to the memorial service. His wife seemed to be in great trouble. Ye Huaijin sat beside her, "Shu Yi, what's wrong with you? Is it because of you feeling uncomfortable, or?"

Lin Shuyi rubbed his forehead, "I don't feel uncomfortable, I just feel a little."

Ye Huaijin hugged her tightly, "What do you feel?"

Lin Shuyi was silent for a long time, but he didn't answer him.

Ye Huaijin said in confusion: "Don't you say the meaning of calligraphy?"

What should I say?

Seeing Xiao Qingyu die, she is afraid that she will end up like her previous life?

Lin Shuyi thought that if she said this, Ye Huaijin would probably think she was crazy.

She adjusted her emotions, "Some feelings about life."

"Yeah?"

"Yes." Lin Shuyi didn't care whether Ye Huaijin believed it. "I have a headache. I won't go to the old house tonight, I'll go to rest."

"Okay." Ye Huaijin helped his wife into the bedroom.

Lying on the bed, Lin Shuyi fell asleep quickly, but nightmare also came to him.

She sat in the car with blood, looking weakly at the police rescuers who came to rescue her. They told her not to sleep and hold on, but she was very sleepy and had no strength to continue to open her eyes, fell asleep, and never woke up again.

Lin Shuyi was awakened by fear. Seeing that there was darkness in front of her, she exclaimed in fear.

Ye Huaijin outside, when he heard the sound, hurried in and turned on the light, "Writing meaning!"

There was light in the bedroom. When Lin Shuyi saw Ye Huaijin, she immediately realized that she was dreaming just now.

She sat up and hugged her knees, like a fragile child.

Ye Huaijin walked over and said, "What's wrong with the meaning of calligraphy?"

Lin Shuyi opened her hands and wrapped herself around his waist, absorbing the warmth from him, "I had a terrible dream."

After dying once, she was not afraid of death, but was tied to this world. She wanted to live well and live a life with the person she loved.

Ye Huaijin patted his wife on the back, "Dreams are all fake, don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Lin Shuyi took a deep breath, "Well, I know you're there."

It was already dark outside, and Ye Huaijin said, "Shuyi, you have been sleeping for a long time. Let's go to bed after dinner."

Lin Shuyi had no appetite to eat. No matter how Ye Huaijin coaxed her, she was unwilling to go out and stayed in the bedroom.

Ye Huaijin had no choice but to take the food in and fed it to her mouth, "Song of calligraphy, open your mouth."

Lin Shuyi turned her face away and said depressedly: "I don't want to eat."

With his wife like this, Ye Huaijin regretted taking her to Xiao Qingyu's memorial service, and felt that the scene scared her. "Song of calligraphy, obedient, eat something."

Lin Shuyi, who was sitting, lay down on the bed, "I don't have the appetite, you can eat it."

His wife just didn't want to take a bite, so Ye Huaijin frowned.

In the middle of the night, Lin Shuyi was awakened by hunger.

In the darkness, she couldn't see Ye Huaijin's face next to her clearly. She touched her empty stomach and felt embarrassed to ask him to get up and get her food. She got up gently and went out to find food in the kitchen.

When his wife stepped out of the bedroom door, Ye Huaijin woke up. Seeing that the place where his wife went was in the kitchen, she couldn't laugh or cry. "When I'm hungry when I write, I'm hungry?"

Lin Shuyi turned around, "Yes."

Ye Huaijin put the food she had turned out from the refrigerator back, "Wait, I'll make you a bowl of beef noodles."

He stood behind her, pressing her very close. Lin Shuyi turned around and stood face to face with him. The distance between the two was quite close, and she could even hear his steady breathing.

With him there, all her fears of death disappeared in this moment.

No matter whether she can live beyond twenty-five years old, she must cherish Ye Huaijin.

If she leaves the world at the age of twenty-five, leave him with more beautiful memories and be kind to him.

She stared at him carefully for a while and looked at what was in the refrigerator, and smiled and said, "Huaijin, what made you willingly serve me in the middle of the night?"

Because I love someone, I will willingly give everything for her!

Ye Huaijin lowered her eyes and looked at her, pursed her lips and smiled, "You go and sit down, I can cook the noodles soon."

He didn't answer, and Lin Shuyi could probably guess what his answer was.

When she sat at the dining table waiting for him to prepare the noodles, she thought that she had lost her luck in her life, so she would find a careful and considerate man like Ye Huaijin.

Twenty minutes later, Ye Huaijin brought the noodles out. "Wife, let's eat."

Lin Shuyi picked up the chopsticks and started to eat them.

It was only halfway through the meal that she realized that Ye Huaijin called her wife again.

After thinking about it carefully, she actually heard his love for her from his wife, and a hint of sweetness. "Huaijin, I found that your mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter."

Ye Huaijin smiled but said nothing.

On a quiet night, she was eating beef noodles, and he sat next to her and waited for her to finish eating. Lin Shuyi thought that happiness was probably like this.

However, the sense of happiness did not last long. After half an hour after eating the noodles, Ye Huaijin took her to bed to do exercise. She was so tired that her feet cramped and she had no strength to move.

Before falling asleep, she thought: her partner is too powerful, and she is also a little tired while having a high sense of happiness.

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To be continued...