Xue Heng, however, was very worried and whispered: "Not everyone can write the family list... People with foreign surnames are not allowed to write it."
This has always been a rule, and he alone cannot have the final say.
"I don't know where this girl heard that she wanted to be included in the family tree!" Xue Heng said angrily: "It doesn't matter how the tombstone is engraved! But the family tree is not something that just anyone can enter!"
Xue Ling pressed down and whispered: "Don't yell, otherwise Xiaohan might hear her and she might lose control of her emotions again."
"Uncle Heng, Xiaohan...she is a patient now." Xue Yang reluctantly advised: "Don't argue with her. Whatever she says, leave her alone."
Xue Heng held his painful forehead and sighed: "Didn't you listen to what she said just now? If you don't listen to her, she will ignore me for the rest of her life."
"You are talking out of anger." Xue Yang shook his head: "What you say when you are angry or out of control can count! Ignore her!"
Xue Ling thought about Xiaohan's words just now and considered them carefully: "Maybe Afang once said such words in front of her, otherwise she wouldn't be so persistent."
"That...the words engraved on the tombstone?" Xue Yangchi asked: "Auntie cares about these?"
Xue Ling nodded slightly and explained: "Your aunt was born in the countryside, and her traditional consciousness has long been ingrained in her mind. In Chengjia Village, married women must bear their husband's surname before they can be buried. She may have been worried... that she would not be able to bear her husband's surname."
My surname is Xue', so I'm worried that I won't be able to bury him smoothly."
Xue Heng looked confused: "She - she never told me."
"After all, you haven't remarried, so it's hard for her to mention it to you." Xue Ling guessed: "Maybe she mentioned it in front of Xiaohan, otherwise Xiaohan wouldn't mention it for no reason."
Xue Heng shook his head weakly: "It's impossible to enter the family tree... Or I should listen to you and fool her with the list."
"Yes." Xue Ling suggested: "I will go to the ancestral hall later, get the family list, and add A Fang's name next to your name."
Xue Hengchi asked: "What if other people refuse...what should I do? The family list has always listed the children of the Xue family, and there is no mention of partners."
"I'll write it, and I'll bear the consequences." Xue Ling said, "If others ask, I will explain it carefully."
"No way!" Xue Heng said quickly: "I can't drag you down. The people who broke the rules are me and Xiaohan, how can I let you get scolded for me?"
Xue Ling gave up and said, "There's no need to argue, I'll do it."
"Do you want to tell my uncle and my dad?" Xue Heng suggested.
Xue Ling shook his head resolutely: "No need, they are far away overseas. It is better to have less to worry about than to have more to worry about."
After saying that, she hurriedly went to do her business.
More than an hour later, she rushed back and wrote Cheng Tianfang's name on the family list in front of Xue Han, specially adding it after "Xue Heng".
Xue Han finally showed a slight smile and murmured: "My mother will be very happy."
Xue Heng also said that he had contacted the funeral company and wrote the tombstone as "Xue Cheng's".
Unexpectedly, Xue Han pressed forward and asked: "Dad, will you be buried with my mother in the future?"
"...No." Xue Heng answered evasively.
Xue Han asked confidently: "Why? My mother is your only ex-wife. If you don't bury her with my mother, who will you bury with her?"
"I can do it alone." Xue Heng said solemnly.
Xue Han frowned and asked, "Wouldn't it be better for the two of us to get together and continue to be companions in the future?"
"No need." Xue Heng avoided her eyes and replied, "This... I won't agree to it."
"Dad, just agree." Xue Han still had his usual "inconsiderate" style, "I won't have to go too far when I pay homage to you in the future."
Xue Heng was furious and asked: "I gave birth to you and raised you. Is it possible that I can't ask you to go to the cemetery for me once a year during Qingming Festival?"
"...Yes." Xue Han muttered: "But it would be better if you could agree to be buried with my mother."
Xue Heng shouted angrily: "Don't mind our business! I'm not dead yet! Why are you thinking so much about it?! You're not usually very filial, so why are you so concerned about this!"
"No." Xue Han's eyes turned red with anxiety and he whispered: "I...I just want you to get together so that we can continue to be companions in heaven."
Xue Heng shook his head firmly: "No, I want to be alone!"
"dad!"
"Okay, okay." Xue Ling felt dizzy after hearing this, frowned and advised: "Father and daughter, please stop arguing. This is not a vegetable market, and it is not easy to bargain on this kind of thing."
Then, she looked at Xue Han and lowered her voice: "You have to respect your father's personal opinion. After all, it is his own business. Your mother has just passed away, and the deceased is the most important person. Let's try our best to follow her wishes.
When your father passes away in the future, you must respect his wishes."
This child rarely cares what other people think and is always used to doing whatever he wants.
The old father clearly refused, but she still kept pestering her.
Her parents' refusal to remarry was their clearest attitude. Why should she always deceive herself?
Xue Han hesitated and hesitated.
Xue Yang on the side secretly rolled his eyes and whispered: "Now that your father is still alive, you can't make random arrangements for him, right? When he waits for a hundred years, it will be up to you how to arrange it. He won't be able to jump anyway."
Get up and scold you. They only have your daughter, and no one else will make arrangements for you except you. If you insist on putting them together, then wait patiently, and sooner or later you will have a chance. What are you anxious about now? Huh? "
Xue Han glanced at him thoughtfully, thought about it calmly, and seemed to think it made sense.
So, she finally stopped worrying about it.
The funeral was very simple, and everyone arrived on time for the burial.
Cheng Tianyuan still couldn't walk fast, Lin Qingzhi and Chen Xinzhi supported him on the left and right.
Xue Heng frowned and looked at him, and whispered: "Brother-in-law, you're already like this... It's not too late to come see A Fang in the future, don't be in a hurry and come over. It's enough to have us here."
"If I don't come, I can't get over the hurdle in my heart." Cheng Tianyuan sighed, looking at the photo on the tombstone, and said: "She is a carefree person. I am her brother, so I understand her very well. If I don't come, she will be angry.
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Xue Heng smiled bitterly: "She can't... she won't do it again."
Cheng Tianyuan murmured sadly: "I really can't."
"Brother-in-law, please sit down first." Xue Huan did not reassure him and suggested: "Don't stand for a long time. If you feel uncomfortable in any way, tell us immediately."
Cheng Tianyuan nodded.
Xue Han couldn't help crying and kept sobbing.
Zheng Xiaoyi was comforting her, and the psychiatrist stayed by her side dutifully, always paying attention to any changes in her.
Cheng Huanran, who had just come out of the quarantine hotel and was busy with the funeral, and his brothers and sisters carried wreaths, twisted bouquets, and filled the tomb with beautiful yellow chrysanthemums.