Seeing the sadness she said, Bai Yanbing knew that she must feel a little sad, so he pulled his wife into his arms and advised: "Don't be sad, Azi, even if you don't have any other relatives here, you still have
You have me. I will always be by your side, never leave you, and depend on you in life and death."
Jiang Zimo nodded and wiped the corners of his eyes. Under the instructions of the presiding master, they both stood side by side in front of the tombstone and began to salute and bow.
Yang Yang was pregnant, so Fang Wenxuan came on her behalf. As soon as Ying Bailu jumped out of the car, she met Murong Qingzhen's car. The two nodded hurriedly and walked silently to Jiang Zimo and Bai Yanbing's car.
behind.
Except for a few distant relatives of the Jiang family, the remaining people were very familiar with each other. When they met on such an occasion, they tacitly did not exchange greetings. They just nodded and stood silently in the rain, listening to the host.
The priest recited the long and stereotyped sacrificial text in a low tone.
After a while, the drizzle in the sky became heavier and heavier. The staff nearby had already held up a big black umbrella. Bai Yanbing took over and blocked Jiang Zimo from the raindrops drifting towards her. Who knew that she
Shaking his head, he raised his tear-stained cheek and bit his lip and said, "I just want to cry, Yan Bing. If there is rain, I think I might not be so embarrassed."
Bai Yanbing frowned and was about to persuade again, but Murong Qingzhen stepped forward from behind and whispered: "Azi, if your father is still here, he will definitely not want to see you crying in the wind and rain out of sadness.
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Jiang Zimo turned around and gave him a confused look. After their eyes met briefly, she said: "Qing Zhen."
Bai Yanbing was a little confused about her mood at this time, but Murong Qingzhen seemed to understand it very well. He nodded and said to her tenderly: "In the days before your father left, I went to the hospital to see him every day.
Every time he goes there, if he is awake, he will definitely signal me to come over with his eyes. He holds my hand and does not speak. But I know that he wants me to take good care of you and not let you suffer the slightest grievance...
Although I no longer have this opportunity, please give me some face this time and don't let me break your trust in front of your father again."
When he said this, Jiang Zimo had to nod. Bai Yanbing handed over the umbrella in his hand, firmly covering the slanting raindrops.
Everyone, solemnly and solemnly dressed in black, bowed in an orderly manner under the chants of the priest.
Finally, give flowers.
Beautiful bouquets were piled in front of the two tombstones. As the closest family members, Jiang Zimo and Bai Yanbing stood on the left and right, returning gifts and thanking the people who presented the flowers.
The entire burial ceremony was conducted solemnly and solemnly.
After the ceremony, the rest of the people began to disperse.
Bai Yanbing held an umbrella for his wife, and Ying Bailu walked to Jiang Zimo and whispered: "Azi, let's go back!"
"No, you go first, I want to stay here by myself for a while."
Ying Bailu seemed tired, but still said gently: "I'll stay with you."
Jiang Zimo didn't look at her, and naturally didn't notice the haggardness everywhere on her cheeks and eye sockets. He just said: "No, you still have to go to work in the afternoon? I think your driver is already waiting."
"Then take care of yourself." Ying Bailu sighed slightly, but still managed to smile. I don't know if Jiang Zimo saw the wrong thing, but she seemed to vaguely see that before Ying Bailu left, he looked at Bai Yan again.