When I was in Reply 1988

Chapter 370 Mom!

Paula arrived at three o'clock in the afternoon, along with Jung Nam-joo, Lee Chang-dong, my uncle and others.

Almost everyone who had a good relationship with him came.

Li Renyong's family relationship is very simple. Both his parents are only children, and his uncle has no grandchildren.

There are only three or four immediate family members.

Logically speaking, there would be very few people coming.

But starting from the afternoon, people started arriving one after another.

Everyone who came would bring a wreath, and there was no room for them inside the house, so they had to be placed outside the door.

There are even many cases where only wreaths are seen but no people are seen, and it is obvious that they are just sending wreaths to express condolences.

On the street, rows of vehicles are neatly lined up.

Almost every car is black, no other colors.

It stretches from the funeral hall to the end of the street and is very grand.

Paula supported Huili and stood side by side, wearing the white jade bracelet given to her by her grandmother.

He was wearing black clothes and black sleeves on his arms.

Only relatives of the deceased can wear this thing.

"Mom, go take a rest."

I don’t know why, but after coming here in the afternoon, Paula never called Huili Auntie again, but started calling her Grandma instead.

If you live in the countryside, it doesn't matter.

But it's not a custom in Seoul to call a friend's mother "Mom".

Huili's face was pale and there seemed to be a few more strands of white hair in her hair.

She shook her head and said, "No, there are too many people here. Grandma Yong valued etiquette when she was alive. I want to stand here."

Zheng Nanzhu supported Huili's other arm and said, "Sister, take a rest. Ayong said that you haven't had a good rest for several months. Your body can't stand it now."

Huili didn't say anything, just shook her head.

Li Renyong looked at the names on the wreaths, and found that he didn't recognize many of them.

“Why are there so many people sending wreaths?”

My great uncle said in a deep voice: "Didn't your grandmother tell you about our family affairs?"

Li Renyong shook his head.

He only knew that his grandmother's family was a wealthy family, but he was not very clear about how wealthy they were.

My great uncle sighed and said, "It's better not to know. My sister passed away, and I don't have a grandson. You will be my grandson in the future. I said this when my sister was still alive. I still say this after she passed away."

Li Renyong didn't say much about his kindness.

There are not many relatives, so there is no need to refuse.

To be honest, he is very close to his grandmother, but not to this great uncle who showed up out of nowhere.

Of course, people were really nice to him.

"Uncle, thank you for this time."

Huang Dongxu knew what he was talking about.

"It's okay. You know, in our country, as long as someone has money, there is nothing that can't be done. Don't worry, no one will hurt you in the slightest."

As he spoke, a fierce look appeared on his face.

Li Renyong knew that his great uncle was not only a capitalist, but also a member of the XX Society.

Thinking about what happened a few years ago, he said calmly: "Uncle, the wind is about to blow, some things should be let go."

Huang Dongxu touched his head, smiled gently and said, "Don't worry."

The two talked a few more times and then went their separate ways.

He went to the mourning hall to receive everyone.

Li Renyong went outside to entertain the guests.

There are really too few relatives, and both young and old have to do things.

Lee Chang-dong looked at the wreath and sighed, "Ayong, your fame has really risen this time."

"Why do you say that?"

"Many of these wreaths were sent spontaneously by people who watched your movies. They respect you. In a few days, more people will probably come. It's unique to be able to shoot a movie like you."

At this moment, Li Renyong saw the name Lu Wuxuan written on a wreath, and his heart sank.

Know me?

So fast?
At eleven o'clock in the evening, when everyone else had already fallen asleep, the mourning hall was immersed in silence, with only the breeze blowing gently through the white mourning curtains hanging in the hall.

The candlelight flickered, emitting a faint but steady glow.

The occasional chirping of insects in the distance adds to the tranquility and remoteness of the night.

Huili sat blankly in front of the mourning hall, looking at Hwang Jin-young's photo.

Li Renyong held her shoulders and said, "Mom, go to sleep."

Huili squeezed his hand tightly and stared into his eyes.

My father died when I was a child.

When I was young, my husband passed away.

When he was middle-aged, his mother passed away.

Her only relative is her son, and she cannot afford to lose him again.

Li Renyong hugged Huili and patted her back gently with his hands.

"Mom, I'm here, go and have a rest."

Huili shook her head and said softly, "I can't sleep, so I might as well sit here and feel my mother by my side."

Li Renyong turned around and said, "Paula, Sister Nanzhu, you two should go back to bed too. It's too late."

Paula shook her head and said she wanted to stay with Yong.

Zheng Nanzhu looked at the three people who looked like a family and felt that she was a little redundant.

She stood up and said, "Then I'll go back first and bring you food tomorrow morning."

Li Renyong also stood up and said, "Go sleep at home. There are extra rooms over there."

"No, I booked a hotel when I came here. I'll come tomorrow."

Time passed slowly and it started to drizzle outside.

It seems that whenever someone dies, it will rain, and the sky seems to be infected by this sadness.

Paula sat on the ground, quietly resting her head on Li Renyong's chest.

Li Renyong hugged her and said softly, "Thank you."

Paula rolled her eyes at her and said, "Don't say thank you to me again."

"Today I heard you calling my mom 'Mom'."

As soon as the words fell, a blush appeared on Paula's face.

She said nothing.

Li Renyong didn't say anything either.

In the next few days, just as Lee Chang-dong said, many wreaths arrived one after another.

Ms. Luo and her friends came over too.

For a moment, the small place of Samcheonpo became lively.

Zheng Nanzhu and his companions stayed for two days and then went back.

The movie had just come out and there was a lot to process.

Being able to stay for two days is already a great honor.

Afterwards, after burying grandma, Li Renyong and others and my uncle also wanted to return to Seoul.

Huili couldn't help feeling sad as she looked at the house where Huang Zhenying had been living.

I guess I won't have the chance to come back to this place again.

My home is in Seoul.

Even if she had the chance, she didn't plan to come back to avoid being reminded of the past.

Li Renyong stood in front of the car and said, "Mom, let's go. Grandpa left a long time ago. Let's go now. We can still have lunch when we get back."

"coming!"

With the company of Li Renyong and Paula these days, the sadness in her heart was slightly relieved.

Paula whispered, "Let me drive, you sit with Amma and talk to her."

Huili came over and looked into her eyes.

He stretched out his hands and gently touched Paula's delicate little face.

"Paula, you can't call me mom."

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