The next day, Xia Qing got up at around four o'clock.
An Xiaoyao is a Qianmian person, so he also got up, "So early?"
"It's getting late, and it's almost done." Xia Qing said. She had finished washing, changed into pure black clothes, and gave a little white flower. An Xiaoyao wanted to go down with her, and Xia Qing said, "
No need, you can’t recite the Buddhist scriptures, so go to bed first, and our custom is that only blood relatives can do these things.”
"There is still such a saying?"
Xia Qing nodded, and was rarely considerate, "Go to sleep, I'll go down first."
The three sisters of the Xia family got up quite early. The mother set up a spiritual seat in her room, chanted scriptures for her, and played Buddhist music. This was a long but pious process, seeking peace for her dead relatives.
This thought was three hours. At the end, everyone had a little tiredness on their faces. An Xiaoyao had already made the best breakfast. After breakfast, it was still early. The three sisters went back to their room to rest for more than an hour.
At noon, the whole family went to visit the grave together.
Dongfang cut a few bouquets of lilies directly in the garden.
The cemetery is not far from the town. An Xiaoyao thought Xia Qing was joking yesterday, but found that it was a fact. The cemetery was also considered in the town. It was just at the end of the street. It was actually a large cemetery.
Many people are buried here.
It is very spacious when you connect to the back mountain.
Xia Feng was also buried here, next to Xia’s mother. Dongfang also took a lot of effort to get him to bury him here, otherwise no one would have been willing to bury him here. Death is like a lamp extinguishing, and it is like falling leaves returning to their roots.
The woman on the tombstone is still very young, gentle and beautiful. An Xiaoyao was surprised to find that Xia Qing looked the most like her mother, just seventy or eighty-eight. He seemed to see Xia Qing more than ten years later.
However, their mothers are gentle and look dignified.
Temperament is very different.
However, Xiaoxue Shen Yun is more like her mother.
Praying and worshiping, it took more than half an hour to start burning paper. An Xiaoyao saw it amazingly. He had never seen anyone who burned paper with worshiping. Tang Yebai was accustomed to it, and his beliefs were different. An Xiaoyao contacted him.
Most of them are Catholic and Christian, and he has rarely seen this unique oriental custom.
Xiaoxue also burned some dark paper for Xia Feng. Although it was not Xia Feng's death day, Xia Qing had no good feelings for Xia Feng, but she didn't say anything. She just talked with her mother. She was still young at that time and was quite touched.
, Mother is the softest part of her heart. Today, when Xia Qing saw the whole family visiting the grave so well, she felt very happy and felt like she was perfect.
She couldn't help looking at An Xiaoyao and said to her mother in her heart, "Mom, look, this is your little son-in-law. Are you satisfied with it? Anyway, I'm quite satisfied."
An Xiaoyao reached out and put his hand on her waist, smiled and bit his ear and asked, "Where are you talking bad about me to our mother?"
"Say good things."
An Xiaoyao was happy, "You have any good things to say to our mother, come and listen?"
"Don't be arrogant." Xia Qing looked at him, "What did you say to my mom just now?"
"It's our mother."
"Okay, what did you say to our mom just now?"
"It's a secret, the secret between the mother-in-law and the son-in-law."
"Rare!" Xia Qing became arrogant. Although she was itchy in her heart and wanted to know what he said, she also knew that with his personality, she would definitely be sure to treat her like this.
OK, to be honest, she is really satisfied with this husband.