The old man glared at his daughter-in-law and said angrily: "Meizhi, Weiwei and we are a family, what are you talking about?!"
Mrs. Leng glanced at the old man with a stern look. Although her expression was a little unconvinced, she still buried her head deeply under the old man's sharp eyes.
"Weiwei, we are all a family. Meizhi is not sensible, so don't argue with her." The old man stepped forward and took Bai Yawei's hand, comforting her.
Bai Yawei felt a sadness in her heart, thinking that her dilapidated home was actually an empty shell. She didn't want her father to lie alone in such a cold place, but she didn't expect that the Leng family was even colder than her own home.
"No, Grandpa, I thought it would be better to send my dad back. After all, that is his home." Bai Yawei did not compromise as usual. For this home that cannot truly accommodate her, please allow her.
Just do whatever you want for once!
The grandfather frowned slightly, glared at his daughter-in-law again, and continued to persuade: "Weiwei! You see there's no one at home anymore, right? When the time comes to organize funerals and the like, running around like this won't be convenient, isn't it?
?”
"Grandpa, thank you for your kindness. I didn't plan to tell my mother the news of my father's death because I didn't want her condition to worsen, so I will try to be as concise as possible. When my mother recovers from her illness, I can make up for my father again."
The words were no longer willful, but Bai Yawei's innermost words. If it were held at Leng's house, the media would definitely report it, and it would be bad if her mother saw it.
Seeing Bai Yawei's insistence, the old man thought about it and finally sighed and agreed.
"Mohan, then go over there and accompany Weiwei in the next few days!" the old man said.
"Okay, grandpa." Leng Mohan also wanted it.
Bai Yawei looked at Leng Mohan and wanted to refuse, because according to family customs, she had to observe mourning for three days. Bai Yawei felt sorry for letting Leng Mohan stay with her like this, but she thought of what he said before, "a family"
" theory, and didn't say anything else. No matter how his family treated her, at least Leng Mohan himself was very good to her, and she knew this very well.
Leng Mohan was very happy when he saw that Bai Yawei did not refuse. Does this mean that Weiwei is trying to accept me?
Bai Xiao's body was transported back to Bai Yawei's small home. Because it was only a small apartment with two bedrooms and one living room, the mourning hall could only be set up in the living room, which was not large.
The few relatives who were originally there have basically stopped contacting each other because her father often borrowed money or used alcohol to cause trouble. This made Bai Yawei feel bitterly lucky. In this way, no one would come to pay homage, right? What about this little kid?
The mourning hall will no longer seem so crowded and noisy.
I just don’t know if my father at this moment wants all the relatives to come and offer incense to him, or does he want a quiet life more?
Everything after that was done by Bai Yawei and Leng Mohan themselves. They made the portrait, bought candles, paper money, and bought two wreaths to place next to the portrait. Think about it, even the funeral team was saved. Bai Yawei
She kept thinking about it, hoping that her father wouldn't blame her for making it so concise. She didn't want her only living relative to leave her again. She was afraid...
So, Dad, please forgive my selfishness! I will give you a super luxurious and huge funeral if I have the opportunity in the future. Think about it, I am now the young mistress of the Leng family! Haha...
Bai Yawei knelt in front of the body, burning paper money for Bai Xiao, and imitated what she heard others say when she was a child when she attended the funerals of other relatives: "Dad, I burned money for you, don't save it over there.
There are many more! Look, one million, one hundred million..."
"Dad, I will burn a house for you to live in, a car, and a servant. You can gamble as much as you like there, and I can burn a lot of money for you..."
"Dad...it's no use having a daughter...if my daughter can make more money..."
At the end of her speech, Bai Yawei's voice was choked with sobs, and tears flowed out from her already red and swollen eyes again. Leng Mohan also knelt beside her, hurriedly supported her, and comforted her distressedly: "Weiwei, don't be sad, you
Dad will understand your filial piety."
Bai Yawei sniffed, swallowed back her tears, and continued to burn paper money.
"Weiwei, are you hungry? I'll buy you some food." After kneeling for an unknown amount of time, Leng Mohan felt that his legs were numb. Looking at Bai Yawei who didn't feel anything at all, he thought
Seeing that she hadn't eaten all day, she mentioned it again.
Bai Yawei unexpectedly did not refuse this time. Although she still had no appetite, she thought of her sick mother. If she also fell down, then her mother would become the most pitiable person in the world.
The moment Leng Mohan stood up, his knees went numb and he almost knelt back down. Thinking that Bai Yawei's legs must have gone numb too, he said, "Weiwei, get up too! If you want to burn paper money, finish eating."
Kneel down before eating!"
Bai Yawei shook her head and said, "I'm fine."
Leng Mohan sighed, thinking that Bai Yawei would get up and eat when she came back quickly to buy food, so she quickly turned around and ran out.
Not even a minute after Leng Mohan left, there was a knock on the door. Bai Yawei stood up from the ground with some effort, rubbed her numb knees and went to open the door. She saw Leng Ran's handsome and cold face.
Face.
Bai Yawei's lips parted slightly, and she was a little surprised how Leng Ran knew that she had returned home, and how he knew her home address. She lowered her head and saw the white chrysanthemum in his hand, thinking that he probably came to pay homage to his father.
So she turned sideways to let him in, and gently opened the door.
Leng Ran walked straight to the body on the opposite side, placed the flowers in his hands on the low cabinet beside him, then knelt down, took out one of the incense sticks in front of him and lit it on the candle beside him, and bowed sincerely three times with his eyes closed.
, then put the incense in the incense stand in front of him, clasped his hands together and bowed again, then slowly stood up and turned around to face Leng Ran.
"Thank you..." Bai Yawei looked at Leng Ran and said lightly, but her heart was full of gratitude. In this city where she was already lonely and helpless, Leng Ran and Leng Mohan were her only two friends.
a friend.
"You're welcome." Leng Ran replied to Bai Yawei's surprise. In her feeling, Leng Ran was always dismissive of her gratitude.
The two of them suddenly stopped talking. Because of Bai Yawei's exhaustion and Leng Ran's usual indifference, Bai Yawei still tried hard to find a topic and said: "Sit down for a while! I'll pour you a cup of tea."
Leng Ran wanted to refuse, but finally sat down. She should be afraid of being alone now, right? Just like herself back then, as long as she stayed alone quietly, she would think of her deceased mother, so he tried his best to
Find things for yourself to do, and allow yourself to devote yourself to work and study, so as to prevent sadness from taking advantage of it.