Chapter 89

According to Andy's father, Andy's death was so sudden that he didn't inform much people. Almost all of them were relatives and friends. Tristan looked blankly at the scene in front of him. He had imagined the scene for countless times, but he felt it was still so abrupt and weird at the moment. "Get off the car." Noah nodded at Tristan as encouragement. He took a deep breath as if he had made up his mind. After getting off the car, Noah took out a wheelchair from behind. He didn't mean to get sympathy. He just thought that Tristan was injured and he needed a wheelchair. Tristan was sitting on a wheelchair with a serious look on his face. He could hear his heartbeat clearly as if there was a big stone pressing on his chest. Sitting in a wheelchair, Tristan said slowly, "Wait a minute, Noah. Promise me, no matter what happens later, don't interfere with it.You know, you are just an onlooker today. " Noah wanted to say something but stopped on a second thought. Tristan was always like this. J He wanted to hold on to the big event by himself, regardless of whether he could hold on or not. "I'll try my best not to get involved. If it's not too serious," Noah said. Tristan nodded. There was only 100 meters between the place where the funeral was held and the place where they got off the car. But even if it was so short, Tristan felt that he walked very slowly, as if he had been pushed by Noah for a century. But they finally came to the door. At the door stood Andy's father, Noah noticed him immediately. Andy's mother was weeping by the side. When he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Noah suddenly heard a woman's voice, "Where is he? I'm going to beat him to death." The woman's voice was pathetic and lonely, as if she had cried for a long time and her voice had become hoarse. Tristan calmly looked at the woman rushing out of the door. Looking at the woman who was nearly 60 years old last year, he could tell that she had experienced too much hardship in life and looked older. Her pouches liked two bags, making people unable to look straight at her. But Tristan still fixed his eyes on the woman in front of him. He had already expected this scene and knew what would happen. The woman looked at Tristan, who was sitting in a wheelchair. She almost roared and rushed over to him and punched him on the shoulder. In an instant, Tristan felt his wound reopened again, and a pain of tearing came from his shoulder. He still looked at the woman in front of him with bright eyes. He had thought about it thousands of times, but now he felt as if a fishbone stuck in his throat, unable to say anything. If he spoke it out, people would think that he wanted to make an excuse. Tristan noticed the woman burst into tears again, with deep resentment in her eyes. "Do you know how hard working my son was?He goes to work very early every day. Sometimes he comes off work very late, and he has to pick you up in the middle of the night. You are a murderer. My son wasn’t even married and he hasn't enjoyed the happiness of life yet. Don't you feel guilty that he died because of you? Can you sleep well at night? Do you have the mood to dine? " Hearing this, Tristan heart tightened and his mind went blank. Noah was standing by their side. He couldn't help to protect Tristan’s , "Auntie, please calm down. It's not Tristan’s fault. It was because..." Before he finished his words, Tristan waved his hand to stop him. No matter how embarrassed he was, he couldn't explain it at this time. What he could do now was to make his family feel better. "Calm down? How can I calm down? The person who died was not your family, not your son. You were naturally calm. Then I ask you, if the person who died at that time was him, can you still calm down. Ah! " Andy's mother almost roared to point at Tristan, and Noah was embarrassed. Tristan’s face was also very pale. He said slowly, "I'm sorry, ma’am. I will try my best to compensate you." Andy's father pulled his excited wife and said slowly, "You can leave now. She is emotionally unstable today." Andy's mother seemed to be stimulated. "Compensation? Haha, the best compensation is that you die. " Andy's mother had already laughed deliriously. Tristan’s face turned paler. Normally, ordinary people would turn around and leave after hearing such words, but he couldn't. No matter how harsh the words were, he had to bear them. Suddenly, Andy's mother broke free from her husband's hand and dashed at him and gripped his throat.The onlookers and Noah were frightened, but Tristan waved his hand. He knew that if he stopped them at this moment, it would meant insincerity. Since he came to sincerely apologize to them, he had to bear all the consequences. Noah shouted, "Tristan, are you all right?" He was ready to rush up to save him at any time, but Tristan kept waving his hand. Tristan felt difficulty to make a complete sentence, but Noah could hear clearly, "No." At the same time, Andy's father was standing aside. He also hated Tristan. Seeing that his wife was strangling Tristan, he was nervous, but he didn't help him. The onlookers were whispering. It was not a farce, but a grudge. Would it disappear with a smile or never forgive? It depended on today. Tristan closed his eyes, feeling more and more difficulty in breathing. Her hands, full of vicissitudes of life, were pinching his neck more and more tightly. The feeling of death was like this? Suffocation, unspeakable pain, and tightened throat. Just when Tristan was about to lose his consciousness, he suddenly felt that his neck became relaxed. He opened his eyes in surprise and saw Andy's mother sitting on the ground. Her eyes were glassy and she looked tired. "You can go in now. I hate you very much. I think rich people are all so heartless and shameless. But just now, when I really grabbed you, you could have stopped me, but you didn't. My son didn't meet a good boss,and you are not that bad. " Tristan was not completely fit. He coughed violently and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." "Are you okay, Tristan?" Noah asked nervously, lowering his head,Tristan shook his head, his eyes sparkling. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought of thousands of ways to die, but he had never thought that he would be strangled to death. All the people present were respectful. It was a serious funeral, but the people in front of him deserved his respect. No one else present could have done the same as Tristan did today. They didn't have the mood to watch the show. No one could escape death in this world. Noah was extremely depressed. This was the so-called forgiveness. He didn't fight back or scold back. As soon as they entered the mortuary house, Andy's mother said slowly, which shocked Tristan again. "In fact, my son often praised you for being a good boss." Andy's mother's tears fell down again. She had cried so many times, but she still didn't dry her tears. Tears welled up in Tristan eyes. He wiped his tears, which moved everyone present. Tristan didn't expect that Andy only remembered his merits even he was so strict with him. Noah's expression was serious. Such sad words were not weaker than curses. On the contrary, such sentimental words made him want to cry. Without saying a word,Tristan was slowly pushed into the mourning hall by Noah. Flowered surrounded by the ice coffin. On the opposite site, there was Andy's portrait. At that moment,Tristan felt very sad. What a young life! What a bright future! What a brilliant smile! At this moment, only cold corpses were left, leaving only frightening ice coffins and coffins. Andy's parents couldn't find Tristan, so they didn't cremate his son's body. They just wanted to let Tristan see how their child died. The dead were gone, and the living were overwhelmed with pain. Andy's mother didn't come in for a long time. Even if she had agreed to let Tristan come to see Andy's body, it didn't mean that she had forgiven him. She couldn't even say this forgiveness for the rest of her life. It was easy to be hurt, but it was painful to accept it. The unavoidable harm was unbearable. Moreover, her connection with her son had been severed in an instant. Andy's mother wouldn't have let Tristan in today if it weren't for his sincere apology. Sometimes, we always think that it's okay to apologize for hurting others. We don't know that it's easy to apologize, but it's difficult to accept it. No one can be so broad-minded and forgive those who bring us trouble. Tristan looked at the mourning hall. He felt that Andy in the portrait would come back again and smiled at him so brightly. But soon, sadness and indignation surged up. It turned out that Andy passed away. In the past few days, Andy had accompanied Tristan to deal with all kinds of things. He did the hardest work, but got low pay. Andy had been working so hard for many days and nights. With him by his side,Tristan felt that there was nothing that could not be solved. But now, Andy was lying in the cold coffin, motionless. His body was badly mutilated after the car accident, but he could no longer see it. There was no trace of vitality on his bloodless face. Tristan shed tears. He thought he wouldn't cry, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help crying and recalling. He reached out his hand and wiped off the tears.