90s: You are all reborn, who will spoil you?

Finally, with the support of Jiang Cuifen, Lin Hui staggered to the morgue.

His legs were weak and he walked tremblingly to Lin Jun, slowly lifting the white cloth with trembling hands.

The old man's once familiar face was now lifeless, the rosy redness of the past had long since disappeared, and his lifeless eyes and gray pupils made people feel infinite emotion.

Lin Hui raised his hand, gently closed the old man's eyes, and said in a choked voice: "Dad, I'm back, you can go with peace of mind."

Soon, Lin Jun's body was sent to the crematorium.

Naturally, Xie Jianhua and his family did not dare to slack off at all, and were busy taking care of various matters.

All the expenses for the funeral, from hiring a Taoist priest to perform the ritual to the cost of cremation and the coffin, were paid for out of Xie Jianhua's own pocket.

But Jiang Cuifen didn't even have a penny in her hand.

According to local customs, the body must be kept for three days. On the morning of the third day, the coffin will be carried out and sent to the selected cemetery for burial.

Afterwards, relatives and friends are invited to have a meal, and the funeral is considered to be complete.

At the funeral, Jiang Cuifen knelt in front of the mourning hall, crying and burning paper money.

Lin Hui sat in front of the mourning shed, carefully recording the gifts sent by those who came to pay their respects.

It is really sad to say that Lin Jun had a wide circle of friends and many guests during his lifetime, but only a few people came to visit him after his death.

Few of the sons of high-ranking officials who treated him as brothers, those poor relatives who were not related to him at all, and those disciples who had been supported by him were willing to come and see him off.

Xie Yan sat quietly in the mourning shed. She was going to keep vigil for Lin Jun for three days on behalf of Lin Luping.

During these three days, she was particularly quiet, holding a copy of "Selected Works of Mao Zedong" found in Lin Jun's room, flipping through it quietly, immersed in her own world.

Even she herself couldn't help but sigh at the coldness of the world and the indifference of human nature.

However, she decided to fulfill the old man's only wish before his death.

Based on the information provided by Lin Jun before his death, she asked Sun Qiyuan to ask around and finally found Wang Fang.

Afterwards, she took the initiative to contact the old man’s original wife Wang Fang and eldest son Lin Yongjun.

Before joining the army, the old man was arranged by his family to marry a wife and have a son.

After returning from the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, he married Jiang Cuifen again, but cut off contact with his original wife from then on.

Before he died, the old man's biggest wish was to see his original wife and eldest son again.

Xie Yan stood quietly, looking into the distance, silently waiting for the arrival of Wang Fang and Lin Yongjun.

To be honest, she was also full of anticipation in her heart, eager to meet her uncle and grandmother.

In terms of seniority and etiquette, she should call them that.

She also wanted to take this opportunity to see if Jiang Cuifen was really as kind and generous as she usually appeared.

In fact, Xie Yan had heard about the stories about her great uncle and great grandmother in her previous life.

It’s just that when my grandfather passed away in the previous life, he expressed this wish to my grandmother, but my grandmother refused it in harsh words.

Later, I heard from Lin Luping that my grandfather's family was quite wealthy and lived in the provincial capital.

25 years later, that place has transformed into a well-known tourist attraction.

Judging from this situation, my uncle and his family are locals, and they happened to be relocated when the house was demolished, so they were allocated a lot of houses. They must be very wealthy.

But this life is completely different from the previous one. In this life, it was Xie Yan who heard this crucial news with her own ears.

She had no desire for her uncle's money. She simply wanted to fulfill Lin Jun's dying wish and let the old man pass away without regrets.

As a mistress, Jiang Cuifen naturally cannot stand the original wife and her son.

Just as Xie Yan's thoughts were in a mess and she was daydreaming, a mother and son slowly appeared at the door.

Although the woman was nearly seventy years old, she still retained her former beauty.

She was wearing a well-tailored black cheongsam embroidered with delicate dark patterns, which exuded luxury in a low-key manner.

Her silver hair was neatly tied behind her head, revealing her smooth forehead. Although her face was covered with wrinkles of time, every line showed her former elegance and composure.

Her steps were light and steady, and she held a black umbrella in her hand, which swayed gently, showing the temperament of a lady from a noble family.

The young man following her was about forty or fifty years old, with a tall and straight figure like a pine tree. He was wearing a well-tailored black suit, a white shirt with a dark blue tie tied around the collar, and he exuded a calm and restrained aura.

His face was stern, like an iceberg in the cold winter. His deep eyes showed indifference and alienation. Under his high nose bridge, his thin lips were pressed into a straight line.

Behind them, there was a young man following.

The boy was about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was wearing a simple white shirt, black casual pants, and a pair of white sneakers. He looked neat and youthful.

His hair is black and shiny, a little messy, but it adds a bit of unruly temperament.

Beneath his sword-like eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes are like twinkling stars in the night sky, revealing agility and intelligence. His high nose bridge and slightly upturned mouth corners outline a sunny and handsome profile.

But at this moment, there was a hint of curiosity and confusion on his face, as if he was not quite used to the atmosphere of the funeral.

The young men and boys have obviously inherited the physical features of old man Lin Jun perfectly. The faces of the three generations are as if they were carved from the same mold, and the similarity is amazing.

Lin Hui was just leaning over to look around, and when his eyes fell on these three people, he was stunned on the spot.

Deep in his memory, he had never seen the figures of these three people. What made him even more confused was that the young man and the boy looked almost exactly like himself.

Before Lin Hui could speak, the old lady broke the silence first.

She opened her red lips slightly, her voice as gentle as a gurgling stream, with an innate elegance: "Hello, is this Lin Jun's funeral hall?"

Lin Hui was stunned for a moment by this sudden question, then hurriedly stood up, his movements a little awkward, and stammered, "Yes... yes, may I ask who you are?"

The old lady raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a gentle and kind smile, and said softly: "I am his wife Wang Fang."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present widened their eyes in shock.

The scene, already in shock due to the sudden appearance of these three people, was now even more silent. The old lady's words were like a bombshell, causing a huge wave of shock in everyone's heart.

Only Xie Yan pursed her lips with a hint of smile on her lips, as if she understood everything.