Chapter 1355 - His Remembrance

Yan Luo Yi's heart had indeed been comforted, and she answered with grat.i.tude, "Mn! Don't be too tired. "

"If anything happens, remember to call me. No matter how late it is, no matter what time it is." Pan Lixin reminded her.

"Alright!" A warm current jumped about in Yan Luo Yi's heart.

After hanging up, Yan Luo Yi stood by the window and watched her little brother carefully wipe his face with a hot towel that was held in front of him. After a serious illness, Du Youw.a.n.g's body had already become extremely thin.

Every time, he would have to push them into the emergency room to save his life. When he pushed them out again, Du Youw.a.n.g felt like he was covered in a layer of skin, and in the end, he could already see how skinny he was.

At this moment, it was already the middle of winter. The shadows outside the window were endless, and the cold air was bone-chilling. The grey weather, where no sunlight could be seen, gave people a stifling feeling.

Yan Ziyang and Yan Luo Yi were standing beside the bed, not daring to walk for even a second. Du Youw.a.n.g had previously been able to wake up and chat with each other, but after the operation, he had been in a deep slumber. Yan Ziyang's and Yan Luo Yi's eyes were swollen from crying, but it did not change the truth.

He woke up, and continued to call Yan Ziyang's name in a daze. It was as if his hand was also searching for Yan Ziyang, who was holding him, and calling him by his ear. However, Du Youw.a.n.g seemed to not be able to feel it, and only continued to call out hoa.r.s.ely, "Ziyang. "Ziyang "

This was the only person in his life that he couldn't let go of after he pa.s.sed away

"Dad " Yan Ziyang's sorrowful voice resounded throughout the entire ward. He cried and cried while carrying Du Youw.a.n.g who had pa.s.sed away, but at this moment, he had completely collapsed.

Yan Luo Yi could not control herself and cried out loud. The nurse outside the door quickly invited the doctor to come over, and the doctor also stood in front of the bed mournfully, consoling them, "Please grieve!"

The sickroom was filled with an aura of grief. No matter how unwilling Yan Ziyang was, he couldn't let go, and he didn't want his father to not be able to get peace.

Du Youw.a.n.g's ashes were kept in a jar in the pavilion, and after they were done with their arrangements, they would come back and retrieve them from the tomb.

Returning to the Du Residence, in the empty hall, Yan Luo Yi couldn't control the tears that were streaming down her face. Yan Ziyang turned around and hugged her, "Sis Dad's gone, he really has to go. "

Yan Luo Yi lightly patted him, and consoled him while choking back her sobs, "Zi Yang, foster father is just relieved."

These days in the hospital, every time Du Youw.a.n.g returned after an operation, he would look so painful that it would make one's heart ache. Maybe it was because he was in pain, which was why he chose to leave this world.

At home, the servants were also gone, and at the moment, it was already dark outside. Yan Luo Yi got up and walked into the kitchen, she found a bag of noodles and took out the eggs from the fridge to make dinner for Yan Ziyang.

Yan Ziyang sat on the sofa, completely lost his spirit.

In the hospital, he also told this matter to Pan Lixin who was far away abroad. After Pan Lixin found out about the situation, he did not immediately call Yan Luo Yi.

When Pan Lixin met with new arrangements abroad, she was unable to pull away from them and could only delay her return. However, all Pan Lixin could think of was Yan Luo Yi's figure.

He wanted to fly back to her, to comfort her, to embrace her.

After Yan Luo Yi finished cooking the noodles, she walked in front of Yan Ziyang and said softly, "Ziyang, eat something!"

"Sis, I regret that I didn't treat him better when he was still alive."

"Don't blame yourself. My foster father told me before that he was already very satisfied to have a son like you." Yan Luo Yi comforted her.

Yan Ziyang raised his pair of scarlet eyes. No matter how young he was, someone who hadn't closed his eyes for a few days, he wouldn't be able to endure such torture. He was very tired, but he wasn't allowed to fall asleep on his own.

In the past few days, Yan Luo Yi had not eaten a proper meal. She pulled him up, helped him to the table, and handed him the chopsticks, "Eat a little!"

Yan Ziyang nodded and began to eat the noodles. Although Yan Luo Yi did not have any appet.i.te, she could not let her body collapse. The only thing she could do at this time was to take care of herself and her brother.

After Yan Luo Yi finished eating, she told Yan Ziyang to go back to his room to take a bath and lie down. She cleaned up the table and returned to her room. It had been a long time since she had last looked at her phone, and she saw a message that was sent by Pan Lixin in the evening, "Luo Yi, please do not be sad, at this time, take care of yourself and Zi Yang, wait for me to come back."

Yan Luo Yi looked at the message, her voice was also hoa.r.s.e from crying. She felt that the method of sending short messages would be more suitable for her current mood.

She replied, "Okay! "I'll wait for you to come back."

When Yan Ziyang finally fell asleep at eleven o'clock, Yan Luo Yi went over to cover him with a blanket. However, she found out that he was lying on the bed, and that his pillow was already wet.

She pulled the blanket over for him, making him tired. After sitting for a while, she returned to her room and fell asleep on the bed.

Tomorrow, they still had to choose a place suitable for their foster father to rest in. Yan Luo Yi had fallen asleep, and a message came from her phone, "Now, get a good night's sleep, don't think about anything, everything will be fine."

In the morning, Yan Luo Yi accompanied her brother to choose a grave. This time, Yan Luo Yi did not care about the price at all and spent the money to choose the best Feng Shui Graveyard for her foster father.

After Yan Luo Yi and Yan Ziyang calmed down for two days, they also started to accept Du Youw.a.n.g's departure, and wholeheartedly arranged matters for him. Yan Luo Yi found the Little Chen, and told him to contact some of his friends, who were usually on good terms with Du Youw.a.n.g, to send him off.

These friends of hers normally did not interact much with the siblings, but when they heard about Du Youw.a.n.g's funeral, they all agreed to come.

The funeral started at 9 o'clock in the morning tomorrow. Yan Luo Yi had prepared a set of black clothes for herself and Yan Ziyang, and the tombstone and flower ring had already been prepared.

In the middle of the night, Pan Lixin, who was still overseas, had already prepared to return. Yan Luo Yi had told him that it was time for Du Youw.a.n.g to send him off tomorrow, so he did her best to hurry back.

In the morning, Yan Luo Yi and Yan Ziyang went to pick up Du Youw.a.n.g's bone ash urns. Before they were sent to the grave, Yan Ziyang had personally brought down the coffin, put in some of Du Youw.a.n.g's clothes from when he was alive, sealed the coffin, and left Yan Luo Yi and Yan Ziyang dressed in black, as they waited for the guests who would come to pay their respects.

Du Youw.a.n.g's friends all came together. At around ten o'clock, there was still a bit of drizzle, but dozens of cars stopped in the middle of the road, while the guests all dressed in black came over with sad expressions.

These were all the close friends that Du Youw.a.n.g had gotten to know from the government. Du Youw.a.n.g did not have any close friends, only some government friends.

Behind this line of vehicles, in the misty fog, six black sedans with flas.h.i.+ng lights drove up in an orderly manner. The orderly carriages gave off a majestic aura.

The group of mourners couldn't help but turn their heads back and look at the row of carriages in shock, not understanding the ident.i.ty of the person who had just arrived.

Yan Luo Yi's gaze pa.s.sed through the layers of fog. Within the drizzle, she sensed who had come, and her eyes filled with excitement and joy. Did he still rush back?

Pan Lixin was dressed in a black suit, and even her s.h.i.+rt was black. His gaze traveled through the rain, looking at the slim figure standing with her hands behind her back, in the crowd not far away.

The bodyguard was about to hit him with an umbrella, but he waved his hand. "No need."

With that, he walked over with heavy steps.