Jiang Zimo was aroused and asked, "What's the reason?"
"It was a lover that Murong Qingzhen had secretly adopted before, but she was discovered by Sheng Jinghua a few days ago. She took someone there to make a fuss, and tormented her until she was half dead. We happened to come back at that time, and Murong Qingzhen was not there.
In China, Sheng Jinghua had the courage to do something like this. Originally, the man was still living in the hospital, but on the day the couple went up the mountain, he mysteriously disappeared from the hospital. After Murong Qingzhen returned, he discovered that
He felt that this must be Sheng Jinghua's doing. He must have felt that such a woman was too ruthless and ruthless, and would not spare even a woman whose face was disfigured by her. In addition, Mr. Sheng's imposing manner made the two sides work.
Then he said decisive words."
Jiang Zimo frowned and nodded, thinking that the ins and outs of this matter were really bloody. However, she still said based on instinct: "In any case, Murong Qingzhen secretly kept a lover, which is unfaithful to his wife.
But if Sheng Jinghua really wants to kill even one of her defeated generals, then her heart is indeed not very kind...".
Bai Yanbing sighed, shook his head and said to himself: "Oh! I really encountered a lot of things when I came back this time. One thing after another, without stopping...".
Seeing that his face looked tired, Jiang Zimo quickly walked up behind him and pinched his shoulders a few times. "It's almost time, it's time, we'll pack up and leave after we finish tomorrow's ceremony."
Bai Yanbing looked at her, opened her mouth slightly, and seemed to hesitate to speak. Unfortunately, Jiang Zimo just lowered her eyes and tapped his shoulder, so she didn't see it.
The next day, the ceremony was held at about 11 o'clock in the morning. The weather was unfavorable, and it started to rain lightly early in the morning. It continued to rain continuously until everyone arrived in front of the cemetery.
The tombs of Jiang's father and Jiang's mother are adjacent to each other. They are surrounded by green pines and cypresses, and the marble tombs are all made of marble, forming a beautiful and smooth circle.
Jiang Zimo had been arranging this joint burial ceremony for a long time. Fortunately, the funeral hosting company she entrusted was quite capable, and everything was done 90% according to her vision.
When she and Bai Yanbing stepped out of the car, she was wearing a long black dress with no decorations except for a small white flower on her chest.
Under the steps of the tombstone, there are large bouquets of white roses. Each bouquet has nine neat roses, and the bouquets are tied into a beautiful round shape with purple ribbons. Each one is exquisite and beautiful, and they look even more holy under the moisture of the autumn rain.
Eye-catching.
Jiang Zimo first stopped in front of her mother's grave. In the photo, Jiang's mother was very young, probably only twenty-three or four years old, with clear eyes and a happy smile.
Seeing her staring at the photo intently, Bai Yanbing said softly: "This photo is so beautiful. She looks very young."
Jiang Zimo suddenly felt a sense of sadness, and she whispered: "Yes, my mother was not much older than me when she died... But now that I think about it, I have almost forgotten what she looked like.
.Or, I am really an unfilial daughter!"
"I remember that the only time in my memory that my mother was so sad that she lost her temper was when I was five years old. When my grandpa passed away, she almost didn't eat anything for several days. Then she finally recovered and spoke to me.
The first thing I said was, why didn’t grandpa take her away..."