Chapter 90

He couldn't let others see him crying, which would make others think he was hypocritical. No one could understand such grief. He couldn't express his sadness. Andy's father stood aside. Even though he had been looking at everything calmly, he couldn't help but burst into tears when he saw Tristan wiping tears. No pathetic feeling could compare with a man's wail. Hearing the voice, Tristan didn't even dare to look back. He was afraid that he couldn't help crying with Andy's father. After all, no one knew what he had experienced. Looking at scene in front of him, Noah was silent. He just stood quietly behind Tristan. Everything was in his eyes and there was no escape. Since consolation was useless, it was better to bear it silently. Life is like this. You can cry, but it was useless. Crying won't change anything. Tristan knew that even if he could pull out the thorn in his heart today, he would not be able to pull out the thorn in Andy's parents' heart. The guests were shocked by the solemn atmosphere, especially when Andy's father suddenly burst into tears. But Andy's mother had regained her composure. Since her son's accident, she had been heartbroken every day and cried daily. Even now, when she saw her son's body with her own eyes, her eyes were empty and she couldn't cry. She felt too broken to cry so she just watched. Noah pushed Tristan around the coffin. Tristan kept his eyes on Andy. He would never see him again, but he would still remember him all the time. After circling around, Noah pushed Tristan to Andy's father who was crying. Tristan handed him a piece of tissue. Andy's father looked at it, but said nothing. He took the tissue. He wanted to stay there until the funeral was over, but Tristan had overestimated his endurance. He didn't want to escape, but wanted to be alone for a while. He had never thought that attending a funeral was such a devastating thing. He had attended some people's funeral before, but it had nothing to do with him, so he was not so emotional. Tristan looked up at the man in front of him. Although he had never experienced the pain of losing his son, everything could be imagined. Looking at the gray haired old man in front of him, Tristan couldn't help shedding tears again. "Uncle, I'm sorry. I know it's all my fault. I know my words are useless at this time, but I have to say it here today. From now on, take me as your son. If you need anything, please tell me and I will do it at any time. Even if I may not be as good as Andy, I will do my best.”Tristan said slowly. His voice was low, but forceful. "Well, I know it's not your fault, but you have to understand that we feel sorry for our son. We are 60 years old. When Andy was born, we were not young that time. But now my son passed away. Don't take your aunt's harsh words to heart. She is not bad, but she can't bear this stimulation." Andy's father choked with sobs and his voice became hoarse. However, his words were like a soft knife, stabbing into Tristan heart slowly, like a knife. How pitiful he was! "Uncle..." Tristan was speechless. He felt like a fishbone stuck in his throat, and there were thousands of ants biting his throat. He only felt very uncomfortable. "Don't say anything. You have summoned up great courage to come here today. Although I also wanted to kill you if you came here, I can't be cruel to you when I see you. My son said that you are a good person." Andy's father looked at the monochrome in the direction of the coffin with empty eyes. He seemed to be absent-minded. After a pause, Noah pushed Tristan to Andy's father's side. The two looked at Andy's portrait side by side. Sad music was playing slowly, affecting people's emotions. Many people died for various reasons every day in this world, and many people were born. However, a person's social network was just a narrow circle. Friends, relatives, lovers and so on were a fixed number. Once they lost, it would only be less and less, not more and more. When a person reached a certain age, his or her interest in making friends had been fixed, and he or she didn't increase his or her interest in making new friends. It took a lot of time and energy to know new people. Just like now, Andy passed away a few days ago, and Tristan always felt that the new assistant was inferior to Andy in everything. The new assistant didn't even know whether he liked to drink thick tea or light tea in the morning. He didn't know his various living habits and temper, and such a situation was countless. Tristan was waiting for attendants to pay their respects to Andy's remains. Then it was time to bury him. Tristan raised his eyes to look at Andy's aged parents. He hoped that this move was to bury their pain, not their hope. Tristan followed the people who moved the coffin to the cemetery. Andy was not cremated in the end. Maybe it was too late, maybe his parents wanted to look at him a few more times, or there was something else. There was already a foul smell coming out of the coffin. Even though the weather was not hot, it was time for the smell to come out since it had been placed in the ice coffin for so long. The coffin was slowly closed, and Tristan kept his eyes on it. Andy's mother then broke into tears, "My son, don't be so tired in your next life. Ah... " All the people present felt heartbroken, as if they had eaten a mouthful of moldy peanuts, but they could not spit out the moldy smell, which was really uncomfortable. Only when a person had been sad did he realize that his potential was limited. Only when a person persisted could he know that his potential was limitless. Tristan lowered his eyes. Maybe he would never be mentioned today, but he would never forget it. It was shameful to forget. It was already 5 o'clock in the afternoon when he left. Tristan should have felt relaxed, but his body was as heavy as effused with lead. If it weren't for Noah was pushing his wheelchair, Tristan wouldn't have been able to walk at all. His legs and feet felt as if they filled with lead, and his hands were weak. Tristan sighed, as if it was not the end but the beginning. Andy's parents were too sad to see the guests off. The guests had no choice but to leave slowly. Some people are chatting, while some were thinking about their work. In a word, everyone had his or her own career. Except for Andy's parents and some close relatives, others all expressed the most sympathy. Noah pushed Tristan slowly. "Why do people die?”Tristan asked,abruptly, as if he was waiting for the reply in the air. "Sad reality we live in.Someone said that people would die two times. One is when their bodies die, and the other is when they are forgotten." Originally, Noah wanted to say it in a relaxed tone, but he didn't expect it to be more serious. Tristan nodded slowly and stopped talking. When they arrived home,Tristan didn't even have time to ask Noah to stay for a rest. He was too tired. Of course, Noah could understand Tristan mood. After sending Tristan into the villa, he turned around and went home. After all, he also needed a good rest. Even though Noah was not present when the accident happened, he was devastated today. All Noah wanted now was to go home and take a shower and have a good sleep, forgetting everything.