The green camphor tree has a deep view

The car drove out of the hospital, the road became wider and wider, and a pastoral landscape gradually unfolded before our eyes.

The grass was dotted with colorful wildflowers before it turned yellow. When the autumn wind blew, the flowers swayed gently, as if nodding to passers-by.

In the distance, several large trees stretched out their crowns as big as pavilions, standing comfortably under the blue sky. A few white clouds floated leisurely in the sky, as if to shade the trees from the sunlight.

Wen Qing looked at them, her thoughts drifting like wind and fog. She envied the big trees, and then she thought the wild flowers were pretty good, too, and they were better than being human.

Trees don't look down on flowers, and flowers don't need to cling to trees. Everyone lives their own life, freely... How wonderful it would be if humans could be like this?

"Don't you want to sleep for a while?" Song Jingshen asked. She must have not slept all night last night, and the dark circles under her eyes were almost hanging on her cheeks.

Wen Qing hummed absentmindedly, leaned her head against the back of the seat, and gently closed her eyes.

The wind messed up her hair, and it fluttered, but she didn't reach out to smooth it down. Just let it go! She thought, just live like the flowers, plants, and trees, and take things as they come! She was so tired...

Song Jingshen glanced at the rearview mirror and frowned slightly - she was clearly soft when he held her in his arms, but now she was as thin as a bamboo kite, as if she would fly away as soon as the wind blew.

He reached out and pressed the button, and the car window in front of her slowly rose up, blocking the wind outside.

The wind stopped, and the fluttering hair fell down, spreading on her back and shoulders, with a few strands falling on her cheeks, but she still closed her eyes, as if she was really asleep.

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When Song Jingshen drove into the cemetery, most of the funeral guests had already arrived.

As soon as he stopped the car, Wen Qing woke up at the right time. Seeing her eyes as clear as water, without the slightest bit of daze after just waking up, he couldn't help but suspect that she was just pretending to sleep.

The funeral was arranged very elegantly, with white flowers on the ground and green grass. Dozens of black chairs covered with white cloth were neatly placed on the grass, like a group of soldiers in formation. Next to the grave in the middle of the grass, there was a heavy black coffin covered with plain flowers. The end of the coffin facing outward was engraved with the word "甸", which was filled with gold powder and sparkled.

The old lady was a religious believer, so Song Weiming invited the most famous pastor in Jiangcheng to preside over the funeral. The pastor read the eulogy solemnly, and then gave a speech on the doctrine of God's love for the world, wishing the deceased to receive God's love, go to heaven, and have eternal life.

Then came the coffin lowering ceremony. Seeing the coffin slowly lifted up and lowered into the grave, the crowd suddenly heard grief-stricken cries and suppressed sobs, and some people choked up and called out "Grandma" and "Old Lady"...

There were more than a dozen men carrying the coffin. In addition to Song Weiming and Song Jingshen, Wen Qing also saw Gu Huaiyuan. Gu Huaiyuan also saw Wen Qing, and he nodded to her from a distance, his expression solemn and sad.

After the coffin was buried, the guests sat on the chairs for a while, and then took turns to comfort the deceased's relatives. At this time, the crowd was relatively relaxed, and the atmosphere was no longer as solemn as before. Some people began to talk in low voices in groups of three or five, and the funeral staff led several gray-haired guests to the lounge to drink water and take a rest.

Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief and went to where the Song family gathered to see how Jing Long was doing.

Jing Long was following Song Jingshen at the moment. He was not needed to carry the coffin just now, but he had to go along as he could not miss any of the ceremonies that followed. After all the hassles, he was tired and thirsty, and he couldn't find anyone to drink water.

Housekeeper Yu was busy communicating with the funeral staff on related matters, and everyone else was busy with their own things. Jing Long sat alone, bored, in a chair covered with white cloth, watching a group of people come in one after another, holding the hands of his father, aunt, and brother one by one, and saying things he could not understand.

Suddenly, a pair of gentle hands hugged his shoulders. He turned around and saw Wen Qing standing behind him, smiling at him gently. Jing Long cheered happily, jumped off the chair, and hugged Wen Qing's legs.

"Sister! I thought you weren't coming." Jing Long pouted after being happy, looking aggrieved, "I'm thirsty, but I can't find water anywhere."

Wen Qing took out the small water cup she carried with her from her bag, unscrewed the lid and handed it to him: "Here, drink slowly."

Jing Long took the water cup and drank it in a few gulps. He licked his lips with satisfaction: "Sister, I have never thought that water tastes so good."

Wen Qing smiled bitterly, touched his head, and was about to speak when she heard a familiar voice behind her:

"Wen Qing? I didn't see the wrong person." Qi Fan walked over slowly, tears still on his face, but his eyes were full of joy, "It's really you!"

Wen Qing felt that his expression was incompatible with the current situation and felt embarrassed for him.

"I'm here to see Jing Long." Wen Qing said briefly, then walked aside to avoid him.

"Where have you been these days? I went to F University several times but didn't see you. No one answered the phone..."

"Where you go is none of your business." Wen Qing frowned. "You are already in your third year of high school, why don't you study hard? Why do you keep looking for me all day?"

"Do you have a boyfriend? Did you go out on a date with someone else tonight?" Qi Fan asked her without blinking.

Wen Qing was silent for a while, and suddenly wanted to get some fresh air, so she turned and walked towards an open space.

Qi Fan saw that she was about to leave, and hurried forward to hold her back: "Don't be angry, I was just guessing, I..."

Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly pulled away by a huge force!

"I was wondering why you were gone. Turns out you were hiding here flirting... This is your grandma's funeral!" Song Weizhi scolded Qi Fan bitterly, then turned to Wen Qing:

"Wen Qing, ever since we hired you as a tutor, Qi Fan has lost his soul. He goes to F University every few days. I don't know what drug you gave him to make him so confused that he doesn't care about his life!" Song Weizi glared at her like a mad lioness.

Qi Fan hurried forward to block Wen Qing: "Mom, you wronged her, I was the one who kept chasing her..."

"I wronged her? What are your conditions and what are her conditions? If she doesn't give you a little sweet treat, can you chase her? I think she just wants to get close to you, like her aunt..."

"I didn't." Wen Qing said calmly, "I'm not as..."

"You're still quibbling!" Song Weizi was furious. He leapt over his son and slapped Wen Qing in the face!

Wen Qing fell to the ground before she could react. She saw stars, her ears were buzzing, and her face was burning with pain.

“Sister!” Jing Long rushed over, hugged Wen Qing and cried, “Second Aunt hit my sister, Second Aunt is bad! Second Aunt is the worst!”

"...I'm fine, Jing Long, don't cry..." Wen Qing didn't have time to cry. She comforted Jing Long while trying to stand up.

"Your legs are all broken, wuwuwu..." Jing Long said crying.

Wen Qing looked down and saw a bloody wound on her knee. No wonder it hurt so much when she exerted force.

Qi Fan stepped forward to help her up, and squatted down to help her treat her wound, but was pushed away by Song Weizhi.

"Have you learned your lesson?" Song Weizhi scolded, "She is using a self-torture trick to seduce a fool like you!"

Wen Qing managed to stand firmly, lowered her head and smiled bitterly, then took Jing Long's hand: "Jing Long, let's go." She was going to the lounge to treat her wound, and then she would go to the hospital to take care of her aunt.

"I won't leave! I want compensation from my second aunt, compensation for my sister!" Jing Long put his hands on his hips and yelled at Song Weizi.

"You uneducated thing!" Song Weizi raised his arm to scare Jing Long, but Jing Long shouted again:

"Why don't you beat your son? Your son is greedy for my sister all day long. He is greedier than a mouse!"

As soon as he finished speaking, some guests looked over at him. Although it was just a child's words, Jing Long's words really made Song Weizi lose face.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Song Weizi waved his hand and hit him. Wen Qing quickly protected Jing Long with her eyes closed.

At this time, a low voice sounded: "If you want to make trouble, go home and do it. Why are you embarrassing yourself here!" Wen Qing opened her eyes and saw Song Jingshen's stern face.

He was still wearing the same black suit as in the morning, and looked a little tired at this moment, but his shoulders and back were still straight. He stood there like a thunder god descending from the sky, with a majestic aura of impending storm all around him.

Song Weizi was pushed by her just now, and his arm was hurting from the shock, and he was very angry.

"You are a rebellious person, what qualifications do you have to scold me?" Song Weizhi was so angry that he was shaking and talking without thinking, "You eat the Song family's food and smash the Song family's pots, and you never hesitated for a second. I teach a slut from outside a lesson, but you fight with me instead. What kind of good thing are you?!"