Cheng Tianyuan couldn't resist the children, so he had to go upstairs to his room.
There was no light in the room, and Xue Ling fell into a deep sleep because she was too tired and because of the medicine.
Cheng Tianyuan glanced at the air with "27°" displayed, but found that his body was chilly, so he could only tiptoe to lift the quilt and fall asleep.
Xue Ling's breathing was very low, and he heard it very clearly. He looked at a small area of the dark ceiling illuminated by a ray of light coming from the window. His mind was empty and he didn't think about anything, but he seemed to be thinking about a lot.
He turned his face sideways and looked at Xue Ling beside him, and unexpectedly found that his pillow had been wet with tears before he knew it, and he didn't even know when he started crying.
He sighed quietly and sniffed.
Xue Ling seemed to feel his breath, and the instinct of being an old married couple for many years made her instinctively lean towards him.
Cheng Tianyuan hugged her and finally felt a little warmer on his body.
She didn't wake up, he didn't sleep, their bodies were clinging to each other, and their hearts were comforting each other.
... The next morning, the two of them slept until about seven o'clock before waking up.
Although he looks worse than usual, his energy looks much better, he is not as haggard and livid as yesterday, and his complexion is also better.
Xue Xin brought them porridge, fried dough sticks and a few dishes of side dishes, and whispered: "Last night, the brothers took turns to keep watch. The second brother just went to bed, and the third brother hasn't woken up yet. The eldest brother is now at the mourning hall with Brother Tietou.
"
"good."
Cheng Tianyuan smiled slightly and asked, "Where are grandpa and grandma?"
Xue Xin replied: "Sister-in-law and I had breakfast with them, and then accompanied them to the mourning hall.
I asked two bodyguards to guard my grandparents, and I also followed them in the wheelchair, so as not to have to walk such a long distance when I came back."
"Um."
Xue Ling took a few mouthfuls of white porridge and warned: "The weather in the south is hotter and humid than in the imperial capital. Don't be careless. Everyone must drink enough water.
You can boil more water and store it on the first floor so that everyone can drink it when they come in and out."
Xue Xin nodded hurriedly: "It's already cooked.
Dad, Mom, you eat slowly, I'll go down and help take care of Xiaoyu."
Cheng Tianyuan looked at his daughter's leaving figure and smiled happily: "Daughter-in-law, fortunately, my children have grown up and can help."
In the past, they were the ones who made the arrangements in the family, and they are still the ones now.
The difference is that once something big happens at home, all the children can now help and share their worries.
"Um."
Xue Ling smiled slightly: "In a few years, they will become the protagonists of the family, and then we can safely retreat to the background."
The two had a leisurely breakfast and went to the ancestral house hand in hand.
The funeral ceremony company arranged for monks to chant sutras for the elderly and perform some solemn performances, which attracted many people in the village to watch. There were even people on three floors inside and outside who were broadcasting live broadcasts on their mobile phones.
Cheng Tianyuan was a little disgusted, but it was hard to stop him. After all, the ancestral house was a common place for the clan members. It was usually used for weddings and funerals. It was not a private place for him, Cheng Tianyuan.
"dad!"
Cheng Huanran rushed over and asked: "The chef arranged eighteen tables of meals yesterday evening. Later, there were so many people that there was almost not enough food.
Do we need a few more tables at noon?”
"Need not."
Cheng Tianyuan explained: “Many people need to go to work during the day and come back in the evening.
The crowds are the highest in the evening, and at other times only a dozen or so tables are enough.”
Chen Xinzhi frowned slightly and reminded: "You didn't come here this morning, and there are a total of twelve tables open here.
If we open a few more tables, I guess we can eat a few more tables.”
Cheng Tianyuan looked around in surprise: "...so many people come to eat?
According to the tradition here, the last meal is usually the grandest, and there won’t be many people at other times.”
"Maybe it's because our chef team is full of people and the ingredients we prepare are good."
Chen Xinzhi whispered.
Cheng Tianyuan frowned.
Xue Ling took his hand and turned to her son and son-in-law: "Our family rarely comes to the village to interact with the villagers. It is rare that we have the opportunity to treat everyone to dinner. As long as they are willing to come over, we will treat them."
"right."
Cheng Tianyuan added: "Tomorrow is the last meal at noon. Then we will have ten more tables and the dishes will be arranged better."
Chen Xinzhi nodded and answered.
Cheng Huanran couldn't help but remind: "Dad, I estimate there will be twenty more tables at noon tomorrow."
Xue Ling has never been a stingy person, and said warmly: "It's okay, just add it if you need to.
Please tell the chef team and ask them to prepare more ingredients.
You can allocate more money for them to prepare later."
"good."
Cheng Huanran agreed.
There is no air conditioning in the ancestral house. Although we bought many large fans, the temperature in midsummer is so hot that even the big yellow dog is too lazy to bark and keeps sticking out his tongue. Everyone is sweating.
Xue Ling was worried that the two elderly people could not bear the heat wave, so he quickly held an umbrella over and coaxed the two elderly people to go back and drink water.
The elderly usually stay at home. They have time to relax in the summer and have heating in the winter. Young people can't stand the heat in the south, let alone octogenarians like them.
By chance, Cheng Huanchong ran over and helped push the two old people back.
The villa was empty and cool, and Xue Ling did not dare to let them in right away. He asked them to sit at the door and drink water for a while until they stopped sweating, then helped them into the house.
"Lao San, turn up the temperature."
Xue Ling asked the old man to continue drinking water.
Mother Xue gave up and said, "I won't drink anymore. I'll have to go to the bathroom again soon."
"mom!"
Xue Ling reminded: "You have been outside for almost three hours and you haven't even gone to the bathroom yet. This proves that your body is dehydrated, do you understand?"
Father Xue suddenly remembered and hesitated: "I...it seems like this."
Therefore, the old man could only drink water obediently.
The chef in the kitchen on the first floor was cooking, and Xue Ling asked him to make some light meals for the elderly.
"Eat early, then go back to your room and take a nap."
Xue's mother didn't agree very much, and whispered: "I haven't recited the sutra for Sister Ying a few more times..." "Mom!"
Xue Ling interrupted her, "These are just formalities, just for outsiders to watch and enjoy.
Being filial to an elderly person depends on treating her well and caring for her throughout her life, rather than performing various funeral rituals after her death.
The most important thing for you and my dad now is to take good care of your health and send your mother-in-law on her last journey tomorrow."
"Yep."
Father Xue echoed: "What my daughter says makes sense, and we all listen to her."
At this time, a nanny came out holding a crying Xiao Yu.
“Madam, Xiaoxiao hasn’t come back yet?
Maybe it’s because of the unfamiliar environment! Xiaoyu woke up and clamored for her mother, but she couldn’t be coaxed.”
Xue Ling came forward and hugged her little granddaughter.
"Lao San, take the tram that Xiao Huzi rented and bring your second sister-in-law and Xiao Xin back.
It's almost noon, the weather is very hot, your sister-in-law has a big belly and it's hard to squeeze in the crowd, so you go and take them back."