Almighty Your Persona Has Collapsed

Madam Yang said to go, Yang Lai subconsciously looked at her.

Steward Yang has already asked someone to buy a plane ticket. Seeing that Yang Lai is also interested in going, he hurriedly stopped him, "Master, your legs are sick, so don't run around in winter. The Yang family also needs you to sit in town. I will go with my wife."

"Well," Mrs. Yang also looked at Yang Lai, thinking for a while, "Doctor Qin said, it's better to stay here with your legs, I'll keep an eye on T city, if something really happens, you can come back. "

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Yang ignored Yang Lai, went upstairs to pack her luggage, and called Yang Hua again, but she didn't get through.

The other party should still be on the plane.

Butler Yang followed Mrs. Yang: "Miss Baozhu didn't bring any luggage."

He is old, and his memory is not very good. He only remembers that Yang Hua brought a plastic bag from the supermarket, because this kind of thing rarely appears in the Yang family, and Yang Butler remembers it clearly.

When Meng Fu returned to the capital for the first time, Yang Hua went to see Meng Fu and came back with this plastic bag in her hand.

Madam Yang nodded: "I see."

**

T city, Jiang's family.

As soon as Yang Hua and Meng Xun came back, they went straight to Jiang's house.

The Jiang family has already set up the mourning hall.

It was very dark, and the clouds were overcast, as if they were about to be suppressed.

When Yang Hua arrived, Jiang Xinchen was standing outside in mourning clothes.

His expression was very calm, not as sluggish as Yang Hua imagined, when he saw Yang Hua, he bent down, "Aunt Yang."

"Well," Yang Hua stretched out her hand and patted Jiang Xinchen's shoulder, "Where are your father and the others?"

"In the back room." Jiang Xinchen handed the incense in his hand to Yang Hua.

Yang Hua reached out to take the incense and went in directly.

Meng Xun followed Yang Hua and took another incense plant from Jiang Xinchen. She glanced at Jiang Xinchen and went in without saying anything.

back room.

Not many people stayed in the mourning hall.

Meng Fu knelt in front of her with lowered eyebrows, making it difficult for people to see her expression clearly.

Su Di does some sundries in the mourning hall.

"She has been kneeling." Seeing Yang Hua, Jiang Quan smiled wryly, "She won't listen to her, so you can persuade her."

"Let me take a look at the old man first." Yang Hua nodded and walked directly to the front of the coffin.

Seeing Yang Hua like this, Jiang Quan couldn't help walking over.

The old man's coffin lid has not been closed, his face is still kind, and he didn't seem to feel any pain when he left.

Yang Hua took a deep breath.

She didn't cry.

When Mengde died, her tears had dried up.

She just reached out and untied the plastic bag in her hand. There were three yellow talismans in the bag. Yang Hua looked down at the talismans, then at the old man, and put the talismans into the old man's shroud.

Meng Fu, who had not moved all this time, finally raised her head. She looked at Yang Hua with no expression on her face, and asked calmly, "Who gave it to you?"

The voice was hoarse.

Yang Hua stuffed the last talisman into it.

Hearing Meng Fu's words, his hands paused, and he continued to stuff the inside of Mr. Jiang's clothes.

"Have you seen him?" Meng Fu looked at Yang Hua's face, paused, and said softly, "Grandpa...has seen him too?"

Yang Hua tidied up Mr. Jiang's clothes.

She was not surprised that Meng Fu could guess, so she walked up to Meng Fu and knelt down with Meng Fu: "Last time, when the old man went to the capital, we met the Taoist priest. What did the Taoist priest say to the old man alone? I am not sure."

When Yang Hua said this, she looked at Meng Fu, "I saved the old man, what did you use?"

Meng Fu didn't answer anymore.

"Why do you need to add fragrance?" Yang Hua pursed her lips.

Meng Fu continued to kneel, motionless.

Yang Hua handed a letter in her arms to Meng Fu: "This is the letter the old man left for you when he left the capital."

The two spoke in a low voice, Jiang Quan couldn't hear them, but Su Di's five senses were sharp and he could hear them.

Behind him, Su Di didn't know what to think of, and suddenly looked at Meng Fu.

His complexion changed drastically, and the hand holding the teapot couldn't help shaking.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Quan looked at him.

Su Di shook his head, he put down the teapot, and walked outside the mourning hall. Outside the mourning hall, the cold wind blew past, and Su Di felt his heart chill.

Su Di suspected very early on that Meng Fu was a descendant of the blues line.

A few years ago, none of the hundreds of members of the Blues clan survived. How did Meng Fu survive?

Su Di didn't know about these things, but Su Di knew that the people of the Lantiao clan could change their lives, so they were coveted by powerful forces, leading to the destruction of the whole clan. Su Di couldn't help thinking of it. Last year, he asked Meng Fu why he didn't make more spices.

Meng Fu replied with a smile: "I will die."

will die?

At that time, Su Di thought Meng Fu was joking.

After all, Meng Fu has always been the king of talking, she even said "death" so lightly.

Su Di's mind was spinning rapidly. Last year outside the operating room, everyone thought that the old man would die. It was almost unscientific that he could come back to life, but it happened that the old man lived.

According to what Meng Fu said, she should die. Why did Mr. Jiang die suddenly?

The last time Mr. Jiang went to the capital, what happened?

and also……

Su Di looked at his hands, he remembered that his internal strength had completely disappeared, no one in the medical field could do anything about it, and it was Meng Fu who saved him.

Then she...

Overhead, snowflakes fell.

Su Di raised his head and looked at Su Cheng who came in from the outside holding a black umbrella. He had a straight figure, a black umbrella, and a dark black dress. He was handsome and indifferent.

Su Di raised his head, his voice was rare and hoarse, "Master, I..."

Su Cheng seemed to know what he was thinking, he stopped beside Su Di, and said lightly: "Don't worry, you are not that influential."

Su Di: "..."

That's right, if he really had that much influence, the young master probably broke his neck before Miss Meng could save him.

**

Zhao Fan is also helping with some trivial matters.

Seeing Su Cheng coming in, she frowned directly, "Brother Cheng, Brother Fu's injury..."

Such a big event happened to the Jiang family, and Zhao Fan didn't tell Jiang Quan about Meng Fu's heartache. Although Meng Fu was young, Zhao Fan was terrified by that mouthful of blood. He obviously struggled to walk yesterday, but today he knelt down in front of the old man's coffin. all night.

Su Cheng handed the umbrella to the servant by the door, looked in Meng Fu's direction, "I know it well."

Zhao Fan didn't say any more.

In the back room, Yang Hua paid homage to the old man and helped Jiang Quan with the funeral.

The Jiang family has a big business, and Jiang Quan is still reporting funerals one after another. Not only that, but he also has to stabilize the Jiang family, which is about to collapse after the death of Mr. Jiang.

Yang Hua helped him deal with these matters with peace of mind.

"The young master can now be on his own, the master must be very pleased to see it." The driver followed behind Jiang Quan, looked at Jiang Xinchen at the gate, and couldn't help wiping away his tears.

Jiang Quan didn't speak, just greeted Su Cheng who came in, "Mr. Su."

Su Cheng nodded to him, "Uncle Jiang, my condolences."

In the old man Jiang's mourning hall, Su Cheng directly took three sticks of incense, knelt on Meng Fu's left side, and worshiped three times earnestly.

Beside him, Meng Fu lowered his head, looked at the letter in his hand, his hands were trembling——

【……

Ah Fu, Grandpa is already very satisfied if he can live another year, you have to live well.

Grandpa's Ah Fu must live well and live a good life. 】

"Obviously..." Meng Fu murmured, "Obviously the relationship has been terminated..."

Obviously she is not from the Jiang family.

Why is it still too late.

"Meng Fu," beside him, Su Cheng turned to Meng Fu with deep eyes, "You are not a god, you cannot save everyone."

**

Not far away, Zhao Fan asked Yang Hua who had just finished chatting with Meng Fu: "Are you okay?"

Yang Hua looked at Meng Fu's direction and sighed, "The old man left her a letter, she will think about it."

"Leave a letter?" Zhao Fan was taken aback.

Did Mr. Jiang expect that he would die?

Zhao Fan didn't want to understand.

The phone in Yang Hua's pocket rang, it was Mrs. Yang, she pressed the answer button.

On the other side of the phone, Mrs. Yang's voice was very calm, "Baozhu, I'm in T City, you sent me the address, it's such a big deal, why didn't you tell me when you left? I can help you a little too, Your brother is coming too, with his leg, I'm afraid you will take care of him and let him stay in the capital..."

Listening to Mrs. Yang's words, Yang Hua froze for a moment, a warm current slowly gushed out from the bottom of her heart.

She raised Meng Fu and Meng Xun by herself. Like Meng Fu, she was used to resisting everything by herself. This was the first time someone asked her, "Why didn't you find me?"

It's not that she didn't look for it, she just didn't have anyone to look for.

Yang Hua took a deep breath, and she reported the address to Mrs. Yang: "I'll come out to pick you up."

**

Outside.

Jiang Xinran and Mrs. Tong came to express their condolences in plain clothes.

Jiang Xinran looked at Jiang Xinchen who was standing at the gate, neither depressed nor depressed, he was receiving every guest, it was different from what Jiang Xinran imagined, the Jiang Xinchen in her impression should be at a loss at this time.

She thought about words of comfort to Jiang Xinchen all night, looking at Jiang Xinchen like this, Jiang Xinran didn't know where to start with words of comfort.

Seeing Jiang Xinran and Madam Tong, Jiang Xinchen bowed to them, as politely as he would treat others, "Madam Tong."

"Xinchen, my condolences are changing." Mrs. Tong took the incense, she looked at Jiang Xinchen, also surprised.

She didn't pay much attention to Jiang Xinchen. Back then, he was not even as good as Jiang Xinran, and in this circle, he was far inferior to Tong Eryu, a promiscuous playboy. Even with Mr. Jiang's strict teaching, he was not so successful.

But with this change, he seemed to have changed overnight.

In the Jiang family, except for Mr. Jiang, Jiang Quan and Jiang Xinchen were all so-so, and Mr. Jiang died.

The Jiang family is about to change.

Jiang Xinran followed Mrs. Tong into the room. She looked at Jiang Xinchen, and couldn't accept Jiang Xinchen's indifferent gaze, "Brother, please feel sorry for Grandpa. Mom is still in the capital and will be back in the afternoon..."

Jiang Xinchen turned to Jiang Xinran, his voice was as cold as ice, "I see."

Come back in the afternoon.

It's a pity that Jiang Xinran didn't know that Yang Hua was also in Beijing, and returned to T City in the morning.

Jiang Xinchen glanced at Jiang Xinran with no expression on his face, then looked away, and received the next guest.

The last time I gave Jiang Xinchen a gift, Jiang Xinchen's attitude towards him was okay, why is he with this attitude today?

Jiang Xinran was startled, she and Mrs. Tong went in to pay respects to Mr. Jiang.

I didn't see Jiang Quan in the mourning hall, but I saw Meng Fu kneeling inside the mourning hall in mourning clothes.

For a moment, Jiang Xinran couldn't help pinching her fingertips into her palms. She didn't understand, what qualifications did Meng Fu have to wear this filial dress, and what qualifications did he have to kneel here instead of the descendants of the Jiang family?

Jiang Xinran lowered her eyes, followed Mrs. Tong to burn incense.

It was almost eleven o'clock now.

No one in the Jiang family paid any attention to Jiang Xinran and Mrs. Tong, and they didn't want to stay longer, so they left immediately after paying their respects.

As soon as I walked out of the gate of the mourning hall, I saw a middle-aged woman in plain clothes walking in. Beside her, there was another woman in a big black padded jacket. That woman was wearing a mask, making it difficult to see clearly. Face.

Jiang Xinran recognized that the person in front was Yang Hua.

Yang Hua's facial features are actually very good, but her clothes are very plain, and she doesn't have the temperament of a famous lady.

When Jiang Xinran saw Yang Hua, her eyes seemed to be scalded by something, and she immediately looked away.

She moved her footsteps, not wanting the other party to see her.

Mrs. Tong didn't notice this. She watched Jiang Xinchen chatting with a middle-aged woman, and couldn't help being surprised, "Who is that? Is it also Jiang's family? I haven't seen her before."

Jiang Xinran just wanted to leave here, she lowered her head, she didn't want Yang Hua to see her.

Yang Hua didn't see her either, she just talked to Jiang Xinchen outside the mourning hall.

Jiang Xinran followed Madam Tong without raising her head.

Only when he was leaving, he heard Yang Hua talking softly to Jiang Xinchen, "Xinchen, this is my sister-in-law, just follow Ah Fu and call her aunt."

aunt?

Those relatives in Wanmin Village?

Those vampires?

Jiang Xinran lowered her head lower, and didn't even look at Yang Hua and that so-called aunt. She just wanted to leave here immediately, for fear that Yang Hua and that aunt would recognize her, and she didn't want Mrs. Tong to know that she had such a a group of relatives.

**

see you tonight~