Xue Heng was nervous and whispered: "No one can write the family list... no one can write it for foreigners."
This is a historical rule, and it is not something he can decide alone.
"I don't know where this girl heard about entering the genealogy!" Xue Heng said angrily: "It doesn't matter how much the tombstone is engraved! But the genealogy is not something that anyone can enter just by thinking about it!"
Xue Ling pressed down and whispered: "Don't yell, so that Xiaohan won't hear it. She may lose control of her emotions again."
"Uncle Heng, Xiao Han...she is a patient now." Xue Yang advised helplessly: "Don't bother with her, just say whatever she wants, don't worry about her."
Xue Heng held Tututu's 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 angry." Xue Yang shook his head: "When you are angry, how can you count when you lose control? Don't pay attention to her!"
Xue Ling thought about Xiao Han's words just now and carefully considered: "Maybe Afang once said such words in front of her, otherwise she wouldn't be so persistent."
"Was that... the words engraved on the tombstone?" Xue Yang asked hesitantly: "Auntie cares about these things very much?"
Xue Ling nodded gently and explained: "Your aunt was born in the countryside, and her traditional consciousness has long been rooted in her mind. In Chengjia Village, married women must be given their husband's surname before they can be buried. She may have been worried... she can't be given the title.'
Xue's surname, please worry that he won't be buried smoothly."
Xue Heng looked confused: "She-she has never told me."
"After all, you haven't remarried, so she can't 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 is impossible to enter the genealogy... or you should just listen to you and use the list to fool her."
"Yes." Xue Ling suggested: "I'll go to the ancestral hall later, take the family list, and add Afang's name next to your name."
Xue Heng hesitated: "What if others refuse...what should I do? The family list has always been children of the Xue family, and there is no partner to write about it."
"I will write, I will bear the consequences." Xue Ling said: "If others ask, I will explain it carefully."
"How can you do it!" Xue Heng said quickly: "I can't drag you down. Xiaohan and I are me and Xiaohan. How can you get scolded for me?"
Xue Ling stopped and said, "No need to argue, I'll do it."
"Do you want to tell my uncle, my dad and others?" Xue Heng asked.
Xue Ling shook his head firmly: "No need, they are far away from overseas. It is better to have less than more things."
After speaking, she hurriedly went to do things.
More than an hour later, she rushed back and wrote Cheng Tianfang's name on the family list in front of Xue Han, and specially added it behind "Xue Heng".
Xue Han finally showed a hint of smile and murmured: "My mother will be very happy."
Xue Heng also said that he had contacted the funeral company and wrote the tombstone in the word "Xue Cheng".
Unexpectedly, Xue Han asked more and more: "Dad, will you be buried with my mother in the future?"
"...No." Xue Heng replied evasively.
Xue Hanli asked with confidence: "Why? You are the only ex-wife of my mother. Who are you going to bury with me if you don't bury me?"
"I'm fine alone." Xue Heng said in a deep voice.
Xue Han frowned and asked, "Will it be better for two people to get together and continue to be company in the future?"
"No." Xue Heng avoided her eyes and replied: "This... I will not agree."
"Dad, you agree." Xue Han is still accustomed to "inconsider" style, "I don't have to go to another place when I pay homage to you in the future."
Xue Heng was so angry that he asked, "I gave birth to you and raised you. Could it be that I can't let you go to the cemetery for me once a year on Qingming Festival?"
"...Yes." Xue Han said in a muffled voice: "But it would be better if you could promise to be buried with my mother."
Xue Heng angrily: "Don't care about our affairs! I'm not dead yet! Why are you thinking about doing so much?! You don't necessarily have to be so filial to you, so why are you so concerned about this!"
"No." Xue Han's eyes were red in anxiety and whispered: "I...I just wanted to let you get together and continue to be company in heaven in the future."
Xue Heng shook his head firmly: "No, I want to be quiet alone!"
"dad!"
"Okay, okay." Xue Ling felt dizzy when she heard this, frowned and advised: "Don't argue with you father and daughter. This is not a vegetable market, and it is not easy to bargain for such things."
Then, she looked at Xue Han and lowered her voice: "You have to respect your father's personal opinion, after all, this is his own business. Your mother has just passed away and the dead are the most important thing. Let's try to follow her wishes.
When your father dies in the future, he must respect his wishes.”
This child rarely cares about other people's ideas and is always used to doing whatever he wants.
The old father clearly refused, but she still tangled.
Her parents refused to remarry, which was their clearest attitude. Why should she always deceive herself?
Xue Han hesitated and hesitated.
Xue Yang, who was standing beside him, rolled his eyes secretly and whispered: "Your dad is still alive now, you can't make arrangements for him, right? When he waits a hundred years later, how do you arrange for you to make your own decisions? Anyway, he can't jump at that time.
Get up and scold you. They are the only daughter of you, and no one else will arrange it for you except you. If you insist on putting them together, then wait patiently and there will be a chance sooner or later. What are you anxious about now? Ah?"
Xue Han glanced at him with a thought, calmly thought about it, and seemed to make sense.
So, she finally stopped worrying about this.
The funeral was very simple, and everyone was present on time during the funeral.
Cheng Tianyuan still couldn't walk fast, Lin Qingzhi and Chen Xinyi supported him from left to right.
Xue Heng frowned and looked at him, whispering: "Brother-in-law, you are like this... It's not too late to see Afang again in the future, so don't worry, run over. We are enough here."
"If you don't come, you can't get over the hurdle in your heart." Cheng Tianyuan sighed and looked at the photo on the tombstone and said, "She is a person who loves to care. I am her biological brother, so I know it very well. If I don't come, she will be angry.
.”
Xue Heng smiled bitterly: "She won't... she won't know how to do it again."
Cheng Tianyuan murmured sadly: "It's true."
"Brother-in-law, please sit down first." Xue Huan was not relieved and suggested: "Don't stand for a long time. If you have any discomfort, you have to tell us immediately."
Cheng Tianyuan nodded.
Xue Han couldn't help but cry and kept sobbing.
Zheng Xiaoyi comforted her, and the psychologist was doing his duty by her side and always paid attention to any changes in her.
Cheng Huanran, who had just come out of the quarantine hotel and was busy with funerals, carried wreaths and wrung bouquets, and put beautiful yellow chrysanthemums in front of the tomb.