mesbooks Chapter 1210: Star Wish: Reunion
Chapter 1210: Star Wish: Reunion
Time flies, and decades have passed in a flash. The devastation of the past is now covered with a layer of dust.
But all the memories of the past flooded into Gu Mingcheng's heart like a tide, and those long-forgotten scenes now emerged in his mind extremely clearly.
He couldn't help but wonder inwardly, if A Ming and Sun Huizhi knew in the afterlife that he had brought their son here today, would they feel a little relieved?
All the love, hate, gratitude and resentment from the past seemed to come flooding in like a tide at this moment, impacting his heart.
The car finally stopped, and Lin Junze took out the inconspicuous box from the trunk. The plain box contained Gu Minghao's ashes.
That day, after Gu Mingcheng left the hospital, Gu Minghao bid farewell to this world forever.
Lin Junze felt the subtle ups and downs of Gu Mingcheng's emotions. He knew very well that Gu Mingcheng needed some space to be alone at the moment, so he tactfully hid away quietly, lit a cigarette, and waited quietly.
Gu Mingcheng slowly opened the jar, his movements gentle but resolute. He reached out and took out a handful of white ashes, which he gently lifted into the air in the breeze.
At that moment, the ashes were scattered in the wind, as if carrying Gu Minghao's soul to an unknown distance. Lin Junze watched this scene from afar, his heart suddenly trembled, and his heart in his chest began to beat violently. He knew that behind this action, there were Gu Mingcheng's complex emotions and unspeakable moods.
Immediately afterwards, Gu Mingcheng regained his usual calmness. His eyes were firm and calm. He calmly instructed Lin Junze: "Arrange a personal will and property distribution agreement. Before Lao Mo's funeral, keep a close eye on Xiao Mo's every move..."
The voice was low but powerful, as if announcing an important decision, or as if putting an end to a long-standing past.
Late at night, the hustle and bustle of the city gradually died down, and only the lights in Yang Bin's office were still on. The phone rang suddenly, and it was particularly harsh in the silent space.
Yang Bin raised his head tiredly and looked at the caller ID. His face suddenly became solemn and he had an ominous premonition in his heart. After hesitating for a moment, he still picked up the phone: "Hello, Mr. Gu..."
When Yang Bin heard Gu Mingcheng's request, he felt dizzy.
He slumped in the chair, the pen in his hand slipped unconsciously, rolled on the ground for a few times and then stopped.
"Mr. Gu, I really don't have the power to do so. You know that Xiao Mo is a death row inmate. I tried every possible way to help you the last two times, and I really can't violate the rules again. Can you please understand my difficulties, please?"
Yang Bin's voice was full of resentment and hesitation, just like a young wife who had suffered a lot of grievances.
Having worked in the police force for many years, he knew exactly what could be accommodated and what was absolutely impossible, and he also believed that Gu Mingcheng knew this very well.
Outside the window, a cold wind blew, making the windows rattle.
Yang Bin stood up, walked to the window, looked at the dark night sky, and his thoughts drifted back to the two previous times when he had violated the rules for Gu Mingcheng.
However, Gu Mingcheng did not give up easily. "Old Yang, I am not trying to embarrass you on purpose. It is just that someone begged me so hard that I could not refuse. I really cannot bear to see them as an orphan and a widow. She knelt before me and begged me to help her. What can I do?"
As Gu Mingcheng spoke, he took a deep breath, and his tone seemed to be instantly infected by Yang Bin's emotions, and he acted even more embarrassed than Yang Bin.
"You didn't see it in the private room that day. Xiao Mo and his ex-stepmother were at loggerheads. The situation was very chaotic. I didn't expect anyone to be able to settle the matter calmly."
Gu Mingcheng described the scene of that day to Yang Bin in vivid detail, saying how Xiao Mo had a bad face, spoke harshly to his ex-stepmother, and even ignored his father's urn.
On the other end of the phone, Yang Bin listened quietly, neither interrupting nor responding, but his heart was already like a galloping horse, stirring up huge waves.
His fingers tapped unconsciously on the windowsill, his eyes staring at the flashing neon lights outside the window, his mind in a mess.
Finally, when Gu Mingcheng was talking until his mouth was dry, Yang Bin licked his dry lips. Just as he was about to speak, Gu Mingcheng asked first: "How about this, instead of letting him preside over the funeral, can we secretly make a video call?"
Yang Bin's hand suddenly stopped, he bit his lip, and weighed the pros and cons in his mind. Although this request was still against the rules, it seemed to be more feasible than the previous one.
His eyes fell on the family photo on the desk, and he hesitated for a moment. Finally, he just said "OK", but then he added: "But I can only buy you a quarter of an hour."
Having said that, if Gu Mingcheng made any other requests, it would seem tactless.
So, he said in a heavy tone: "It's hard for you!"
After hanging up the phone, Yang Bin rubbed his face irritably, and his Adam's apple moved frequently, revealing his anxious mood at the moment.
He sat back in his chair, turned on his computer, and began to study how to arrange for Xiao Mo to have a video connection with the funeral scene without being discovered.
Every step was fraught with risk, and every click of the mouse made his heart beat faster.
On the other side, Gu Mingcheng looked at Gu Yunqian expectantly, his eyes full of expectations, hoping that he could create an unexpected miracle in the quarter of an hour that Yang Bin had fought for.
Gu Yunqian sat in front of the computer, his fingers typing rapidly on the keyboard, and the code on the screen scrolled continuously like running water.
He has been exposed to computer technology since he was a child, and creating the necessary conditions with his own abilities is a piece of cake for him.
On the day of the funeral, the sky was overcast and the cold wind was like a knife, blowing across faces wantonly. Gu Mingcheng and Gu Yunqian were dressed in plain clothes, with stern faces, standing solemnly in front of the deserted mourning hall.
In the mourning hall, white mourning couplets swayed in the wind, as if whispering the past of the deceased. Lao Mo's ex-wife, wearing plain makeup, brought her twin daughters, as a widow, with a sad expression, to bid farewell to the deceased.
The two little girls were dressed in white, their eyes full of confusion and fear, and they snuggled up to their mother.
In accordance with the previous agreement, Gu Mingcheng raised his hand and dialed Yang Bin's number at the scheduled time.
However, the receiver only made a monotonous "beep" sound for a long time, and the call was not connected as quickly as expected. His brows unconsciously knitted slightly, and a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes.
After a long time, Yang Bin finally called back. When the call was connected, Yang Bin briefly explained the situation. After listening to it, Gu Mingcheng's brows instantly twisted into a "川" shape, and his face was full of displeasure after his plan was disrupted. His originally cold eyes became even colder at this moment.
Although the Mo family does not have a strict custom of "returning to one's roots", he will eventually be buried in the family cemetery.
Normally, Xiao Mo should have carried the ashes back to the United States for burial. But now Xiao Mo is in prison, and all this has become a luxury.
It was because of this common human nature that Gu Mingcheng wanted to arrange a video call so that Xiao Mo could "say goodbye" to his father.
I never thought that Xiao Mo would be so determined that he was unwilling to even do this last bit of superficial work. It was really annoying.
Gu Mingcheng was helpless. He took a deep breath and calmed down. Then he exchanged a few simple polite words with Yang Bin, with a bit of helplessness and regret in his tone...