The haze covered the main helm of Huamen, and the drizzle was falling, as if the God in heaven was also weeping.
The entire main helm was filled with mournful sounds, which made people feel heartbroken.
There is a crystal coffin placed in the spacious hall, and inside it lies the chief sect master Ximen Lang quietly. His face is pale and peaceful, as if he is sleeping soundly. Unfortunately, he passed away prematurely because his ambition was not fulfilled.
Standing around him were his parents and other relatives, as well as many girlfriends, as well as senior executives of Huamen. Everyone was in agony. This kind of blow was too great and difficult to accept.
Feng Buzhi, Liu Kaifeng, Fatty Han and others had tears in their eyes and their hearts were bleeding...
Zhang Xiaofeng held the crystal coffin in his hands, his eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, he stared at his son in the coffin, and said in a trembling voice: "Xiao Lang, you are dad's good son... Even though I once beat you and scolded you, you have to know that dad
I love you... Xiaolang, you are a promising child... I... I am proud of you..." Before he finished speaking, he was already bursting into tears. His biological son had become a talented person, but he left him, which was huge.
The grief almost knocked down this strong man at that time.
As Ximen Lang's mother, Masako had shed all her tears. She called softly over and over again, "Xiao Lang, please open your eyes and take another look at your mother..."
Yang Yuqing and other sisters were also grieved. Although Xiaolang was not their biological child, he was no different from their flesh and blood. Zhang Juanjuan leaned against the wooden pillar and cried non-stop. Zhang Haoyu squatted on the ground, his mind almost blank.
Helping the younger brother and sister cry loudly, "Second brother... you won't die, please open your eyes quickly..."
Jiang Xiaoyu and Wen Ziling held their young children in their arms, tears constantly welling up in their bright eyes, running across their pale faces, and dripping on their necks, sobbing softly.
The two children, Yucheng and Jiaorui, could already walk and babbling, but they were still ignorant. They pointed at the person in the crystal coffin with their little fingers and called out immaturely: "Dad...Dad..."
"Dad...get up..."
Jiang Xiaoyu choked with sobs and whispered: "Dad is asleep, let's not disturb him..." When she thought that she and Xiaolang were now separated from each other, and that the child would lose his father forever at such a young age, her heart was cut like a knife.
Wen Ziling hugged Jiaorui tightly, speechless. She didn't know how she would spend the days from now on...
Among the group of girls, there was one very special one. She was Xia Zhiyuan, who was pregnant with twins. Who knew that before the children were born, the one she loved left her.
She burst into tears next to the crystal coffin, "Xiao Lang...you big bad guy, bastard...didn't you say that when I give birth to a child, you will always be by my side...Why don't you keep your words?"
?You just left like this. You left me and the child in my belly, you are so cruel..."
Girls such as Zhuque and Xiao Muqing were already crying. Seeing her like this, they had to endure their grief and come to comfort her, fearing that something would happen to her again. After all, she was pregnant with a baby, a twin. "Yuanyuan, you are pregnant.
,Don’t be too sad..."
"You have to hold on and give birth to the child..."
Seeing these girls' deep love for Xiaolang, Zhang Xiaofeng felt even more sentimental. It would be great if Xiaolang was still alive. He married all these good girls. Alas, it's a pity, God is jealous of Yingcai...
Zhang Xiaofeng wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, glanced at the faces of the girls, and sighed: "Children, you are all very good. It is his blessing that Xiaolang got to know and love you. Now that he is gone, you have to
Face it with strength and live well..."
A little further away, stood Nangong Aoxue. She was wearing a long black dress and looked intently at the person in the crystal coffin. The scenes that the two people had experienced emerged in her mind. The grief in her heart was simply indescribable. Some people, once
Only when you lose him will you realize that he is so important, even more important than your life.
Crystal tears welled up from her bright eyes and fell one by one. For a moment, she was completely devastated. She really didn't know what the meaning of her life was.
Raising her jade hand to wipe away the tears on her face, Nangong Aoxue took two steps forward, trying her best to stabilize her emotions. She looked at Zhang Xiaofeng and his wife and said in a calm voice: "Uncle, aunt, I have a request for you two.
Be sure to agree."
Zhang Xiaofeng said: "Son, if you have any requests, just tell me. As long as my uncle and aunt can do it, I will definitely agree."
"I want to marry Xiaolang..."
With one sentence, everyone in the hall was stunned, and their eyes were focused on this tall, naturally beautiful girl.
Zhang Xiaofeng was embarrassed for a while, "This... good boy, I know you are deeply in love with Xiaolang, but he has left and can't marry you... It's better to be patient, you will have to start a new life in the future..."
Nangong Aoxue said: "No... I must marry him, even if he has passed away. I love him and am willing to be his wife. I will hold a ghost marriage with him and have a formal status. I will leave no regrets in this life."
, please promise me, uncle and aunt." After that, she knelt down in front of the two elders with a plop.
The so-called ghost marriage, also called ghost marriage, is to find a spouse for a deceased unmarried young man or woman. It is basically a custom only in the old society and is rarely seen in modern society.
And Nangong Aoxue was so infatuated that she was willing to marry the dead Ximen Lang in this way. Such deep love was really shocking.
Zhang Xiaofeng was confused and said hurriedly: "Son, don't be like this. Get up quickly... No, I absolutely cannot agree. You are so young. If you do this, it will ruin your life."
Nangong Aoxue said stubbornly: "If my uncle and aunt don't agree, I will not be able to kneel down. You don't have to persuade me. I have made up my mind. I will not marry anyone other than Ximen Lang in this life, and I am willing to stay with him for the rest of my life..."
Qingbi Jin Jian's actions brought tears to the eyes of Zhang Xiaofeng and his wife, but after all, they did not want to delay Nangong Aoxue's lifelong happiness. Masako quickly comforted her and said: "My child, Auntie knows that you are sincere to Xiaolang, but such words are unfair to you.
, you'd better get up..."
Nangong Aoxue had no intention of giving up her idea. She shook her head and said, "No... I won't change my decision. I ask my uncle and aunt for permission..."
Before Zhang Xiaofeng and his wife could persuade Nangong Aoxue to get up, Xiao Muqing came over and knelt down on the ground as well, choking and saying: "Uncle and aunt, I am also willing to marry Xiaolang, please agree..."
"Ah..." Masako said in surprise, "This..."
Immediately afterwards, Zhuque, Jiang Xiaoyu, Xia Zhiyuan, Xuewei and other girls came over, knelt in front of the couple, and said with tears: "I also want to marry Xiaolang..."