He Lianyu moved out of the main house the next day, and Li Hui personally drove to pick him up.
He Lianqing did not send them off. In He Lianqing's heart, he did not really identify with Li Hui. He obviously could not treat the man who was six years older than him as his brother-in-law.
On the third day, Aunt Qian’s funeral.
Sure enough, He Lianqing still came home and personally took Qian Xiaojue to Tomb Mountain to say goodbye to Aunt Qian.
Aunt Qian has almost no relatives in Xinghai City. There are only a few people who came, only Sister Zhang and Xiao Zhao, and some servants from the former main house. However, Wei Qingyi was still considerate, so she also came with a hug in her hand.
He held a bouquet of chrysanthemums and placed it in front of the tombstone.
"Sister Qian, I can't help you... If you know something underground, don't blame others, blame me. I shouldn't have let you go to Yingyu Garden and I shouldn't have forced you to be a spy, eh..."
Instead of worrying about He Lianqing, Qian Xiaojue and everyone were here. Maybe she herself knew that her thoughts were understood by everyone. Qian Xiaojue was secretly helpless, as her mother-in-law, even if she was bad to herself, she was
The bad thing was obvious, so she never really blamed her for anything.
"Aunt Qian, I'm here to see you. I'm sorry..." Qian Xiaojue gently placed a bouquet of flowers in her arms in front of the tombstone, looking at the black and white photo, thinking about Aunt Qian's face, and thinking
They got along before, and even misunderstood each other to the point of relief, but now she is no longer here.
She silently hated herself! If it weren't for her, Aunt Qian would never have suffered an accident, but she couldn't do anything!
I'm sorry... She said silently in her heart again, and Qian Xiaojue turned around and lay in He Lianqing's arms.
He Lianqing held Qian Xiaojue with one hand and patted her shoulder, but his eyes fell on the tombstone. Looking at the photo on the tombstone, his expression was silent.
Although he had an impression of this housekeeper, he rarely spoke, and even if he did, it was formulaic.
He also knew that she had some misunderstandings with Mao'er before, but he had investigated her and knew that she was a good person, so he never felt sorry for her. But now that she died in Yingyu Garden, as the male host, he
In fact, I feel very guilty and even angry!
"Grandpa and grandma... let me pay homage to you on their behalf." Helian Qing looked at the photo on the tombstone in a low voice and said expressionlessly. The older people get, the more afraid they are of facing such a scene, so even if
Grandpa and grandma wanted to but still didn't come, but he didn't know what to say...
"Every year from now on, we will come to visit you." Helian Qing bent down and gently placed a white chrysanthemum he had taken out before among the bunch of bouquets. He straightened up again, his expression already colder and colder than before.
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On the way back, Wei Qingyi and Qian Xiaojue were naturally in the same car. She thought about the situation just now, suddenly said "huh", looked at He Lianqing in the passenger seat and asked: "Ah Qing,
Why is there one less person in your family?" She may know more about how many people there are in her son and daughter-in-law's family than the two owners.
Qian Xiaojue knew who her mother-in-law was talking about. In fact, she had discovered it early on, but that person didn't come. Even the two guards came.
Helian Qing said a faint 'hmm' and then fell silent. Qian Xiaojue was confused, something was wrong, but her mother-in-law was here, so she didn't ask anything.
