The next day, Xia Qing got up at four o'clock.
An Xiaoyao is a shallow sleeper, also followed up, "so early?"
"It's late. It's almost ready." Xia Qing said that she had finished dressing, changed into a pure black dress, not a small white flower, an Xiaoyao wanted to go down with her, Xia Qing said, "no, you can't read Buddhist scriptures, go to sleep first, and our family custom is that only blood relatives can do these things."
"There is another way to say that?"
Xia Qing nodded, rarely considerate, "sleep, I went down first."
The three sisters of the Xia family all got up early. In her mother's room, a spiritual throne was set up to chant sutras for her, and Buddhist music was played. It was a long but devout process to seek peace for their dead relatives.
At the end of the three hours, everyone was a little tired. An Xiaoyao had already made breakfast the best. After breakfast, it was still earlier. The three sisters went back to their room to have a rest for more than an hour. At noon, the whole family would go to the grave together.
Dongfang cut some lilies in the garden directly.
The cemetery is not far from the town. An Xiaoyao thought that Xia Qing was joking yesterday. He found out that it was a fact. The cemetery is also in the town. It is at the end of the street. In fact, it is a large cemetery. Many people are buried here.
It goes all the way to the back mountain. It's spacious.
Xia Feng is also buried here, next to Xia's mother. At the beginning, in order to let him be buried here, the east also spent a lot of effort. Otherwise, no one would like to bury him here. If people died like the lights went out, it would be regarded as falling leaves and returning to the roots.
The woman on the tombstone is still very young, gentle and beautiful. An Xiaoyao is surprised to find that Xia Qing looks like her mother most, almost seven or eight points similar. He seems to see Xia Qing more than ten years later.
It's just that their mother is gentle and looks dignified.
Temperament is very different.
But the charm of Xiaoxue is more like her mother.
Praying and worshiping took more than half an hour to start burning paper. An Xiaoyao saw it very miraculously. He had never seen a sacrifice or burning Ming paper. Tang Yebai was used to it, and his beliefs were different. Ann Xiaoyao's contacts with Catholicism and Christianity are the majority. He seldom sees this unique custom in the East.
Xiao Xue also burned some Ming paper for Xia Feng. Although it was not the death day of Xia Feng, Xia Qing didn't like Xia Feng, but didn't say anything. She just talked with her mother. She was still young and touched a lot. Her mother was the most vulnerable part in her heart. Today, when she saw such a complete family to sweep the tomb, Xia Qing was very happy and felt like a complete circle It's the same.
She couldn't help but look at an Xiaoyao and said to her mother, "Mom, look, this is your little son-in-law. Are you satisfied with it? I'm quite satisfied anyway. "
An Xiaoyao put her arm around her waist and asked with a smile, "do you speak ill of me with my mother?"
"Good words."
Ann is happy, "you still have my good words to say to our mother, say to listen?"
"Don't push your nose on your face." Xia Qing looked at him, "what did you just say to my mother?"
"It's my mother."
"Well, what did you just say to my mother?"
"It's a secret, between mother-in-law and son-in-law."
Rare Xia Qing Ao Jiao, although itchy in the heart, very much want to know what he said, but also want to know, with his character, certainly guarantee to her this kind of.
Well, to tell you the truth, she is really satisfied with this husband.
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