Chapter 865
Time flies. On the day of the funeral, the sky was cloudy and gloomy.
The men who came to the funeral were all wearing pure black suits, and the women who accompanied their husbands were also wearing black skirts or black suits of small suits, with very light makeup.
This time, more people came, more than twice as many as Cheng Yuxiu's funeral.
Wreaths were laid from the auditorium onto the road. Lin Xinyan and Zong Jinghao stood at the entrance of the auditorium, both dressed in pure black, with filial piety on their right arm. Bow and kowtow to those who come to mourn.
"Death can't bring you back to life Before entering the auditorium, Li Jing and Wen Qing took Lin Xinyan by the hand and said, "you should also pay attention to your health."
Lin Xinyan said“ I will
She has a plain face, her hair is tied behind her head with a simple hairring, and there is a small white flower behind her left ear. She and Zong Jinghao bow to them together. Li Jing sighs a little and follows Wen Qing. The auditorium is large, solemn and solemn.
They went to the center of the auditorium and stopped to offer incense.
With the incense burning, Wen Qing looks at the black-and-white picture with black flowers in front of the tomb. He is in a trance for a moment, and his eyes are red. He clearly remembers the way Zong Qifeng and his sister got married. Standing in the wedding hall in a black dress, he is tall, handsome and introverted, standing with his sister. That kind of match is just a coincidence.
Now, in the blink of an eye, I am old.
He now regrets that when he let his sister marry him, he killed two people's lives, not three people's lives, and almost killed the next generation.
He looked at the picture and said to him in his heart, "unseal it. I'm sorry for you. You've all gone. I'm afraid I'll see you soon. Then I'll repent in front of you for what I've done wrong. "
Since he knew the truth, he has been in poor health. It all depends on Li Jing's careful care.
"All right, let's go." Li Jing reminds Wen Qing in a low voice. There are a lot of people in the back.
Wen tilted his head, bowed three times and put the incense on. When he inserted the incense, he said in a low voice, "rest in peace."
"The dead are gone, and the living cherish them." President Tang took Li Qirui with him.
Usually dressed unruly Li Qirui is also a decent black suit.
Shuangshuang expressed his grief to their husband and wife.
At noon Zong Yunqian came to mourn. Next to her is the woman whom Lin Xinyan called her aunt. Today, there are many people, but she is quite peaceful and does nothing out of the ordinary.
The memorial service ended at about two o'clock. Lin Xinyan and Zong Jinghao stood from morning to afternoon. Qin Ya brought two glasses of water and let them have a drink. In this way, they stood all the time, not to mention eating. I didn't even have time to drink water.
10 p.m. for burial.
A black car is like a black dragon. Pass through the city center and drive slowly to the suburbs.
When we arrived at Qingyuan, we stopped at the roadside in turn.
People who came to see the dead off for the last ride got out of the car one after another.
Zong Jinghao is at the front. Holding the portrait of Zong Qifeng in both hands, two children accompany him. Lin Xinyan stands beside his daughter, and the rest of them walk slowly into the cemetery.
Gently a gust of wind blowing, pines and cypresses slightly shaking, the air filled with a touch of chrysanthemum fragrance, shallow and desolate.
After stepping on the bluestone slab and walking to the tomb, the stele has been changed. There are two small photos with the names of two people on it. The black characters on the left are "Zong Qifeng's tomb" and the red characters on the right. It says "wife, Cheng Yuxiu"
There was a slight drizzle on the overcast day.
I remember when Cheng Yuxiu was buried, it rained a lot more than this time.
Zong Jinghao looked bleak. He bowed to the tombstone and bowed three times.
"Yanchen. Yan Xi, kowtow to your grandparents. " Lin Xinyan whispered to the two children.
The two children came forward, sobbed in a low voice, wiped their faces and knelt in front of the grave.
"Grandfather, when you see grandma, remember to say hello to her for me and tell her that we miss her and you too." Zong Yanchen kowtowed.
"Dad, we don't have a grandfather or a grandmother." Zong Yanxi held his leg and cried low.
Zong Jinghao squatted down, wiped her tears, hugged her, hugged her son, and said in a low voice, "don't cry, grandparents will feel uneasy when they see it."
The two children were still full of tears. Hearing Zong Jinghao say that his grandparents may be sad, they immediately wiped their tears to make them uneasy.
Because it's cloudy, it's getting dark near five o'clock.When the funeral is over, today's funeral is over.
People gradually dispersed, leaving only Zong Jinghao and Lin Xinyan, a family of four.
Kneeling and kowtowing in front of the tomb in the light rain, this is the last farewell.
Shen peichuan, who was waiting outside the cemetery, suddenly ran over and took a look at Lin Xinyan. Then he whispered in Zong Jinghao's ear, "Xiaobao is gone."
Zong Jinghao suddenly raised his head, eyes sharp, "what's the matter?"
The custom here is that pregnant women and babies under one year old are not allowed to attend funerals. Babies have pure eyes and can see things that adults can't see. If they see Zong Qifeng, they will be reluctant to leave.
It's bad luck that pregnant women can't attend the funeral, so sang Yu stays at home to take care of Xiao Bao.
She just went downstairs for a drink, and Xiao Bao disappeared.
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