Jiang and his party stood for a while, sighed secretly, and slowly closed the door and went out.
Qiao Dalin's funeral was held very low-key.
The Jiang family acted in accordance with his will, and apart from Qiao Maimai, only the Jiang family and several old friends of Qiao Dalin came to the funeral. The sun was shining brightly that day, and Qiao Maimai's performance was very calm.
She didn't even shed a tear. She just silently held her father's memorial tablet, and then did whatever she had to do, with rigorous steps and thorough etiquette.
After the funeral, everyone dispersed one after another. Only the Jiang family, father and son, mother and son stood in front of her to explain some matters. Mr. Jiang kept sighing and looked very serious; Mrs. Jiang also coughed awkwardly from time to time and didn't look at Qiao very much.
Wheat. Zhi Jiang and his party, he came in and out, greeted relatives and friends, completely acting like the son-in-law of the Qiao family, and was not rude at all.
After everything was done, he was exhausted. When he saw Qiao Xiaomai next to him, he felt infinitely sad. In just a few days, she became so haggard that her whole body shrank rapidly, one size smaller. She was such a gentle and lively woman in the past.
, like losing his soul, as pale as a ghost.
He comforted her in a low voice: "Wheat, you express my condolences..."
She didn't seem to hear, she just stared at her father's tombstone and said to herself: "Yi Xiangxi! Dad, I know it was Yi Xiangxi who killed you!"
Her voice was very small, but Jiang Yixing heard it clearly. He was shocked and immediately said: "Yi Xiangxi bullies people too much. If it weren't for him, Uncle Qiao wouldn't have died. Maimai, I
I will help you take revenge..."
"One line!"
Mr. Jiang's voice was very stern, "You are not allowed to say any more about this matter!"
"Dad... Mai is innocent... Why should he treat Mai like this?"
"Shut up!"
"dad……"
Seeing that the situation was not good, Mrs. Jiang hurriedly pulled her son.
Mr. Jiang said sternly: "What do you know? You don't understand what happened back then..."
Qiao Xiaomai slowly spoke: "Uncle, was it true that my father was so heinous back then?"
The speaker was Qiao Xiaomai. Mr. Jiang's face became very ugly. He hesitated and didn't know how to answer. Qiao Xiaomai looked at the extremely embarrassed expression on his face indifferently and said lightly, "
Is what my dad said in the letter true? Did he really report and expose that man and kill him and his wife just to covet that man's box of gold bars?"
"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."
Mr. Jiang coughed, as if he felt uncomfortable.
"At that time...Mai, you won't understand...people are teasing others, others are harming others...everyone is going crazy. A father can denounce his son, a son can kick his father's ribs, husbands and wives turn against each other, siblings expose each other...
At that time, everyone was like that! The three of us were originally friends... At that time, everyone returned to the city, and only your father, me, and Lao Liang stayed. Because they offended the powerful figures, so
Year
I stayed there year after year, and now it's the 1980s. I'm still staying in that remote village, and I'm about to become an out-and-out farmer, with no chance of success. All the people who went there with me in the past have gone into business.
We went to college, got into politics, and became successful... We all tried our best to go back, but we offended the people in power at the time. He deliberately made things difficult for us and refused to let us go... I can't say who is to blame..."