The wind was blew, and a police car was parked at the entrance of the crematorium.

Chen Xi walked out of it in a dusty manner.

The strong wind blew, sweeping through the withered weeds on the roadside, blew Chen Xi's long hair.

At first glance, she saw a middle-aged man, indifference, holding an urn, in the wind, desolate and helpless.

Isn’t that Qin Zhen’s father, Qin Yong?

"Uncle!" Chen Xi shouted, feeling sad.

It's really a white-haired person who gives black-haired person.

My uncle is only in his fifties this year, but his wrinkles are already deep and his hair is gray.

Chen Xi ran away wildly.

"Xiao Xi?" The man raised his head and a trace of vitality appeared in his dead eyes, but in a blink of an eye, he flashed away without a trace.

"Uncle!" Chen Xi hurriedly supported Qin Yong.

"Xiaozhen, she is here!" Qin Yong said dejectedly, "Her mother is sick and can't come!"

"You still have Xiaoxi!" Chen Xi said.

"I want to take her home for burial. Xiaoxi, accompany my uncle home, okay? This is my daughter, our family is in Yuexi. She has been outside for many years, and it's time to go home!"

"Go home, go home!" Chen Xi felt ache in her heart, "Let's go home!"
Chapter completed!