The weather in Minshan is always gloomy, and a series of tombstones neatly dominate the entire mountain.
Qian Xiaojiu held Chengcheng's hand and stood in the crowd holding an umbrella. Yue Lingxi and Yuan Jie supported the second aunt who cried until she ran out of tears and fell in front of the tombstone.
Yue Lingdong held the urn in his arms and put his father into the grave with his own hands and then closed the coffin. Grandma sighed on the side. Having experienced the death of her husband, she can now face these separations. After all, everyone dies, what else is there?
What she can't understand? It's just that the only thing that worries her is her daughter.
The twins were also held by the confinement nanny and stood behind Qian Xiaojiu to see off their great-aunt who had not yet had a chance to see them. After all, her great-aunt had also taken care of Qian Xiaojiu with all her heart when they were born.
Moreover, Qian Xiaojiu believed that He Lianqing also hoped that she could personally see off this uncle who had held parent-teacher meetings and cleaned up all kinds of messes for him like his father when he was young. However, it backfired. Five days had passed.
There is no news about him, and the fifty black guys who went to Myanmar also seem to have completely disappeared, and the whole world has evaporated...
Qian Xiaojiu hid all the news from her grandma. Every time her grandma asked, she only said that He Lianqing would come as soon as possible, and she had no time to spare. After saying this for a long time, she didn’t know whether her grandma would believe it or not. After all...
He didn't even make a call. What did grandma, second aunt, and even Xiao Xilingdong think?
Qian Xiaojiu tried her best to do her best and took her and He Lianqing's three children to attend the funeral. She was dressed seriously and her expression was really full of indifferent sadness.
But at this moment, the fragments that can be thought of in my mind are really all the pictures of my uncle, who was kind and dangerous, always laughing and resolving all conflicts, and although he was tactful in doing things, he never violated his conscience. In today's society,
He is really a rare and honest official...
Such an uncle is gone. It feels like missing a relative. Whether this relative is close to me or not, to be honest, it is really uncomfortable.
"Hey, let's go to the flowers..." Grandma turned around, looked at Qian Xiaojiu and sighed softly.
Everyone presented flowers. Qian Xiaojiu took Chengcheng and placed a bouquet of chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone. Qian Xiaojiu squatted down and burned a pile of paper, then touched Chengcheng's head and said softly: "Chengcheng, Mommy asked me last night
Have you forgotten what you said?"
Chengcheng nodded obediently, kowtowed to the tombstone, and said obediently: "Grandpa, I am Chengcheng. I am here to see you off on behalf of my father and our family. You have a safe trip, and we will miss you."
Perhaps it was the child's sincere face and these words that completely made the second aunt collapse. She covered her mouth and lay on the tombstone and cried bitterly. Chengcheng looked at her mother in shock, wondering if she had said the wrong thing.
Qian Xiaojiu felt sad and handed Chengcheng a handkerchief: "Wipe my aunt's tears."
Chengcheng squatted over with a handkerchief and gently wiped the second aunt's tears.
The second aunt looked at Chengcheng like this and couldn't say a word. Xiaoxi said haggardly from the side: "Thank you, sister-in-law. Thank you...my father will be happy to hear these words."
Qian Xiaojiu nodded, stood up and pulled Chengcheng aside.
Suddenly, the top of the umbrella in her hand rustled. Qian Xiaojiu took the umbrella away and raised her head, and cold liquid fell on her face.
Ah...it's raining. It really suits my mood at the moment. Let's have more fun.