Prestigious Family Marriage: Uncle vs Young Wife

The funeral was held in T city.

Zhou Qiaoqiao was unfamiliar with his life in Beijing. If he was buried elsewhere, wouldn't he be a lonely ghost?

The city of T is far away from the capital city. The state has strict management of cross-border transportation of dead bodies. Jing Boyuan entrusted the relationship. The various procedures were completed at noon the next day. The funeral home was responsible for transporting Zhou Qiaoqiao's body back to city T.

Master Lu drove the white Land Rover behind the funeral car, and Jing Boyuan sat with Ye Qingxin in the back seat.

Ye Qingxin's state of the whole person was muddled, and he didn't know what he was thinking. His eyes were hazy and he couldn't see the glory of the past.

Ji Yi and Jing also accompanied each other. The two were appointed by Mrs. Jing to help, and they were regarded as the courtesy of Jing family.

Mrs. Jing wanted to have He Su'e come. After all, He Su'e was Zhou Qiao's serious in-laws. However, taking into account He Su'e's temperament is always cold and arrogant.

Ji Yi looked at a funeral vehicle with a Land Rover in front of her, and suddenly felt that the world was erratic. She was originally engaged in weddings, but in the blink of an eye, the wedding became a funeral.

Jing was arrested temporarily as a strong man, and the boss was unhappy.

"I haven't got married, and I'm not even Jing family. The elder brother just came. Let us follow. What did grandma think?"

Ji Yi heard the muddy words in her daughter's mouth, turned her head and looked at her, and could not help but frown. "Speak a few words, the dead is the big one."

Jing scowled and said nothing.

The group stayed in the hotel for one night in the evening.

The hotel had been arranged in advance, and as soon as they arrived, the hotel manager instructed the people below to cover the funeral car with oilcloth.

The funeral car is too eye-catching, and most people will feel embarrassed, not to mention that there are corpses inside, don't hide them, I'm afraid that other guests have opinions when they see them.

Ye Qingguo probably understood something, and seemed extremely quiet along the way.

Ye Qingxin looked at the funeral car covered with dark green oilcloth, his eyes turned red again.

"Let's go." Jing Boyuan tightened Ye Qingxin's arm tightly, his voice sounded extraordinarily deep and mellow at night.

"I want to stay with her." Ye Qing thought to herself, leaving her mother alone in the parking lot, would she be afraid? Do you feel lonely and desolate?

"Heart, your body needs a good rest."

Ji Yi and Jing did not know about Ye Qingxin's pregnancy. Jing Boyuan originally planned to have a wedding, so she didn't want people to belittle Ye Qingxin.

Now the wedding cannot be done, and the matter of pregnancy will be said sooner or later, there seems to be no difference, but he feels that the situation is not a good time to announce the good news, and he has not directly said that Ye Qingxin was pregnant. Come.

Ye Qing understood his concerns, but she didn't want her mother to be alone.

Two uncles driving a funeral car, both middle-aged uncles, recommended that when they saw it, "Let's keep it, Mr. Jing and Mrs. Jing go up to rest. We often deal with corpses, and we are not afraid."

Before going upstairs and entering the room, Ye Qingxin said, "The two uncles are good people."

Jing Boyuan understood what she meant, and opened the door and said, "I won't treat them badly, rest assured."

He nestled in Jing Boyuan's arms at night, his arms were broad and warm, Ye Qingxin's uneasy heart seemed to settle a little, and slowly fell asleep.

The next morning at five o'clock in the morning, everyone got up, had breakfast in the hotel cafeteria, and started on the road.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, we returned to the city of T.

The closer to the alley of Ye Qingxin's house, the louder the sound of suona.

Yesterday, Jing Boyuan had to leave the Song family's phone from Ye Qingxin and talked about Zhou Qiaoqiao. The Song family helped to handle the funeral yesterday, arranged the spiritual hall, and invited the funeral band.

It ’s custom in T city. Someone in the family died and asked the funeral band to play suona to show their mourning and memory of the deceased.

Zhou Qiaoqiao has n’t been walking with relatives outside, nor is he warm to his neighbors. When Ye Qingguo had an accident, the mayor led the leaders to visit the hospital in the middle of the night. I also had a enthusiasm for Zhou Qiaoqiao for a while, thinking that Zhou Qiaoqiao would be able to build this statue of the Great Buddha. Who knew that Zhou Qiaoqiao would ruthlessly refuse, and annoyed many people for a while.

Now that she was gone, Suona started blowing early in the morning, and everyone in Fangyuan could hear it, but few people came to hang out.

When the funeral car arrived, the Song Jiu family waited there, and there was a middle-aged man who looked strange.

Ye Qingxin got out of the car, Song Jiuhong greeted his eyes, and cried Ye Qingxin, crying: "Aunt Zhou was fine when he left. It's only been a few days. How come back?"

As soon as Ye Qingxin was told by her, tears couldn't stop and fell.

The middle-aged man who looked strangely went straight to Jing Boyuan and shouted respectfully: "Mr. Jing."

Jing Boyuan's gray shirt and black trousers, standing in the sunset with a long body, stood firm, and nodded slightly toward the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man greeted him and began to arrange for the ice coffin to be carried into the courtyard and placed in the spiritual hall.

The small courtyard, in addition to Jing Boyuan's group, also the Song Jiu family and the middle-aged man in his forties, with a few wreaths outside the hall, looked very deserted.

The noise of Suona was too loud, and the desolation lingering here could not be spared.

Ye Qingxin stood in the yard, watching the ice coffin being lifted into the spiritual hall, Zhou Qiaoqiao closed his eyes as if he was asleep, but it was only the death of blue, reminding Ye Qingxin that she was not only asleep So simple.

Ye Qingxin felt throbbing pain in his heart.

When my mother was alive, there were no loved ones around, and now she is so depressed and languid.

Sad in heart, nausea rolling in her stomach, Ye Qingxin didn't hold back for a moment, ran outside the courtyard and supported the wall to vomit, because she had no appetite to eat, and all she spit out was yellow-green stomach juice.

Burning throat hurts.

Ji Yi and Song Mu were both here. When she saw her like this, there was a suspicion in her heart.

"Xinxin, do you have it?" Ji Yi asked with concern.

Ye Qingxin finished his vomiting and felt more comfortable in his stomach, but he did not deny it.

Ji Yi suddenly understood why Jing Boyuan suddenly had a wedding.

Mother Song thought of another question, "You can't wear a shroud for Qiaoqiao when you are pregnant. What can you do? Can a small country do it?"

It is custom in T city that children should wear shrouds to their parents, otherwise they will be filial and drowned by spitting stars.

Ye Qingxin said, "I can."

Mother Song disagrees: "This won't work, it's not good for children."

At this time, Father Song came from the temple house, "Heart, come here to wear a shroud for your mother. It's going to be dark, hurry up."

Father Dr. Song, who was not drunk, looked reliable.

Mother Song said: "Heart is pregnant."

Song Father was surprised, apparently did not expect, hesitated, turned to call Ye Qinguo.

No matter how obedient Ye Qingguo, after all, his intelligence is limited, and Zhou Qiaoqiao's death has been two days and two nights. He has stiff limbs and is not good at wearing a shroud. on.

Ye Qingxin wanted to help, and Mother Song stopped her from approaching. Ye Qing was so anxious that she burst into tears.

Jing Boyuan suddenly said: "Apart from the children, can't other people in the family wear it?"

The funeral customs of Beijing are slightly different from those of t.

The middle-aged man heard the words and said, "When necessary, daughter-in-law and son-in-law are also fine. If neither child nor daughter-in-law are in existence, the closest niece and niece will do."

In short, the closer you are, the better.

This is filial piety.

Jing Boyuan stepped forward, pulling Ye Qinguo aside, "I'm coming."

The middle-aged man was surprised, "Mr. Jing?"

It has been two days and two nights since the person died, and the exposed skin has corpses, and now it is summer. Even if it is placed in an ice coffin, the smell is still bad.

The middle-aged man is the director of the branch of the Bowie Group in the city of S. Because it is close to the city of T, he was sent to be responsible for the expenses of the funeral yesterday, by the way.

Jing Boyuan rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'm her son-in-law."

The middle-aged man was even more surprised, looked at the leaves, and said nothing.

He said that the big boss, who was far above the capital, suddenly came to the small city to care about such an ordinary people's funeral. It turned out to be this level of relationship.

Jing Boyuan did not frown from beginning to end, his eyes were calm and quiet, because it was not easy to wear, and he took some effort. He sweated slightly on the tip of his nose, and his shirt had a wet mark on his back.

Ye Qingxin stood at the door of the hall and looked at her. Suddenly there was an unexplainable emotion in her heart, which made her chest full and sour.

Her eyes locked on Jing Boyuan, and the man lowered his head and bent over, but at this moment, in Ye Qingxin's view, he was never taller.

After wearing it, the ice coffin was re-covered, and everyone was perfumed. The mother Song washed Zhang Boyuan and washed her hands.

The sun has set.

Because there were not many people, she didn't find a chef to cook. Mother Song cooked a large pot of noodles, and Ji Yi helped cook a few dishes.

Ye Qingxin had no appetite. Under Jing Boyuan's gaze, he barely ate a small bowl. The chopsticks did not have time to put down, and his nausea rolled again in the stomach. She rushed outside the yard and vomited.

Jing Boyuan followed and helped her follow her back. The man's palm was thick and warm, and the strength used on her was not too light. After a while, Ji Yi followed, holding a cup of warm water in her hand, waiting for Ye to vomit. , She handed the cup: "gargle."

Ye Qing thanked him, reached out and took it.

Back in the courtyard, the funeral band who was eating said: "I swear this is the most deserted funeral I have encountered. There is no family or friend to condolence. How bad is this person when he is alive-"

The words didn't fall, and the person sitting opposite him looked up and saw Ye Qingxin standing at the gate of the courtyard, and then looking at Ye Qingxin's face, he knew that he had heard it, and quickly gave his companion a wink.

The man who talked turned back and saw Jing Boyuan behind Ye Qingxin. The man was elevated and his aura was strong. He said nothing with a pair of dark eyes. The man who spoke was suddenly at a loss. Feeling, feeling, like a police officer facing a criminal interrogation

He stood up and babbled, apologizing: "Sorry, I'm sorry, I, nonsense"

Ye Qingxin said nothing and went straight to Lingtang.

Jing Boyuan shouted that the middle-aged man explained a few words, and then walked into the Lingtang. The girl knelt in front of the ice coffin with tears on her pale face.

He used to lift people off the ground and sit on a bench next to him. He sat down next to him, carried him into his arms, and stroked the girl's head with his palms, as if in comfort.

Ye Qingxin cried his waist and began to cry.

The suona outside blew for a while, and then I didn't know when it stopped, and the whole night seemed particularly quiet.

Ye Qingxin didn't know if there was anyone out there, and she didn't even bother to think about it. All she thought about was the sentence that she heard at the door before.

"Before ten years old, although my dad was often away from home and did not care about me and Xiaoguo, at least I still had a complete home at that time. At that time, my mother had a good relationship with relatives, and she was very good with her neighbors. OK, I remember there was an old man without children next to my house. My mother often asked me to give her food. She liked me very much and treated me as my granddaughter. "

"Suddenly one day, my father suddenly divorced my mother, and left without going back. He never returned. My mother couldn't afford the illness. The family was not rich, and my mother was sick. Soon I ran out of my family ’s meager savings. You know my brother ’s condition, my mother is sick, I ’m still young, and my brother is like that. Relatives are starting to alienate us. ”

"Later, I do n’t know where the rumors came, saying that my mother had killed someone, and I do n’t know why the neighbors so deeply believed in the rumors, why they hated my mother so much. We lost stones and rotten vegetables. Do you know who led it? It was the old man my mother used to send me food. "

Ye Qingxin buried his face in Jing Boyuan's arms, and his tears dampened his gray shirt, leaving strangely dark wet marks.

"Once I came back from school, those people were stuck in my doorway. I squeezed into the crowd and saw a few aunts with my mother on weekdays, clutching my mother's collar, and calling her a harmful person, I sprayed my saliva on her face. Since then, my mother never talked to anyone in the neighborhood or with relatives, and she even developed depression. "

Jing Boyuan held her hard, listening quietly, without speaking.

After a moment of silence, Ye Qingxin's voice was dull from his arms again, "Maybe the man is right, my mother is badly connected, otherwise my dad would not abandon us so heartlessly, and my relatives would not be alienated. We and our neighbors wo n’t be down by a rumor. ”

Ye Qingxin didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up, he found himself lying on the bed in the room.

The earliest intruder into her ears was the decibel-sounding suona, which sang sorrow in the heat, and there seemed to be a buzzing voice under the sorrow.

Ye Qingxin got out of bed and opened the door. He saw the people outside the courtyard and the wreath at the gate of the courtyard, and he froze.

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Half an hour late, sorry

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