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The cause of Feng Yaohui's death was myocardial infarction. When Xi Wen landed at night, he was taken directly to the mourning hall, where he paid homage in front and the coffin was parked in the back hall.The family members are all on vigil, and the master is invited to perform rituals. The candles are lingering, and the sound of scriptures is lingering in the ears. The road is full of white flowers, and there is a black and white portrait in the middle. Feng Yaohui in the photo is still very young. Although he is smiling, his eyes are as sharp as a tiger. , like a brave warrior with endless potential and strength.

Xi Wen stared at the photo involuntarily for a long time, and even forgot to kneel down. The longer he stares, the more vivid the past is. He bent his leg lightly, and he stood in a daze, unable to accept the fact that he was no longer there.

There were cries one after another in the mourning hall, Feng Tong looked haggard, Zhong Min supported her, there were tears on her face, her eyes were red and swollen, she didn't cry loudly, the saddest moment may have passed, seeing Xi Wen, she walked over to hug her Hug him, suppress the sadness, and say, "Go and see the old man."

Turning to the back hall, bypassing the screen, the person was lying at the bottom of the coffin. Because of the dryness, the coffin looked very loose. Wearing a brand new shroud, Xi Wen stood there for a long time.

Like a wooden man, he was pulled out and changed into a white mourning dress, and Feng Tong tied a mourning cloth for him.People kept coming to express their condolences. Du Xia was the receptionist before, but when Xi Wen came, he was replaced.

Someone shook his hand, patted him on the back, wiped his sleeves with snot and tears, and said a word of condolence with a look of reluctance.Xi Wen withdrew his hand, lowered his head and invited him in.Turning my face away, I heard someone say to the people around me after offering incense, that people with foreign surnames are not familiar with each other, and the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren is so strange. Look at this kind of occasion, you can't even pretend to cry, you can't even cry twice .

Xi Wen looked up with a blank expression on his face, and saw that the beams of the house had not been cleaned for a long time and were covered with dust and cobwebs. A spider was crawling slowly on the web, from one end to the other, and then hidden in the beams. After hunting, his movements were slow and patient, and he didn't pay attention to the earth-shaking events that happened under Liang.

When he walked to the door, Du Xia came over and put a coat on him, "It's windy here, go inside."

Xi Wen turned his face away, and when he heard the wailing coming from inside, he took another step back.

There are many people coming now, and when the funeral is at its climax, the sound of chanting and crying, and even some people howling in great sorrow, suddenly fainted from crying, causing the people next to them to help them up in a panic, and pour water on them. , It took a long time to wake up.

Even if they are only unknown distant relatives, they know that showing their affection on such occasions may not be so true. Sometimes it is just a play to gain a good reputation.Most of these tedious and complicated etiquettes have no real feelings, and are a play for living people.

Even a restrained person like Du Xia knelt down in front of the mourning hall just now, knocked his head three times, knocking loudly, startled the crowd, their foreheads were blue, and their expressions were heavy.Regardless of whether it is for fame or limelight, others have seen his sadness and sincerity.

Sleepless and restless, from morning till night.Feng Tong was in poor health and couldn't hold on anymore, so Du Xia asked her to go back and have a rest, and he could just stay here.Seeing that Xi Wen's complexion was not good, he asked him to go back to take a bath and change clothes.

Xi Wen shook his head, sat on his knees, looked at the tinfoil ingots burning in the copper basin, and was swallowed by the yellow flames, "I'm fine, Uncle, you can send Auntie back, I'll just watch here."

Now the funeral has been simplified a lot. After the coffin was parked for three days, the coffin was encoffined. Du Xia held the head and Xi Wen held the feet. They were placed in the coffin, and the lid was pushed and closed. After mourning, the coffin was cremated and then buried.

During the funeral, Du Xia walked in the front holding the portrait, and Xi Wen followed behind.Here Xi Wen is the grandson, Feng Tong is the woman, and Du Xia is the adopted son. From the perspective of the older generation, no one is the most legitimate.Xi Wen was separated by a generation and was not close enough. He originally wanted Feng Tong to exercise this power, but Feng Tong was too weak and had to walk a long mountain road, and his body couldn't bear it, so he finally let Du Xia go.

Coming down from the mountain, Feng Tong recuperated in the car, Xi Wen was at the end, Zhong Min walked beside Xi Wen, the two walked downhill side by side, Zhong Min suddenly said to him, "Actually, you shouldn't be so indifferent just now of."

Xi Wen made a wooden face, "What do you mean?"

Zhong Min looked at the back of Du Xia in front of him, "The elders and relatives of the family are all there, and there are many friends in business, high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and he has gained a lot of limelight in encoffining and burial. Once you have established your status, it will be difficult for you to come back in the future." gone."

Xi Wen clenched his fists, trembling with anger, turned to stare at him, and said, "Why do you have the heart to say these things at a time like this? You don't care what the occasion is now!"

Zhong Min saw that his face was pale with anger, and smiled mischievously, "Don't be angry, I'm doing it for your own good. Feng Tong keeps talking about this, so I'm the one who talks too much. If it's someone else, I won't bother you. Old man Suddenly, no one expected it."

Xi Wen's lips trembled, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

Zhong Min looked at him, and those eyes that were quite handsome when he was young hid some sarcasm, "You are also Wuchengfu, and you treat everyone as a good person." He was infarcted, but he had just had a heart bypass six months ago, and the operation went well, and he recovered well, and the doctors said he didn’t relapse so quickly.”

Xi Wen grabbed him by the back of the collar, his eyes were on fire, angry at him for splashing dirty water, "What do you mean by that?"

Zhong Min was so strangled that he couldn't breathe, his face flushed, and he was furious, "What are you doing! I'm also your elder, your uncle! You are so big or young!"

Xi Wen burst out with blue veins on the back of his hand, "I asked what you were talking about just now!"

The dispute on their side attracted the attention of others, and someone came up to fight, "What's going on? Why did you start fighting?"

"What does it look like for such an occasion to happen like this!"

Some people whispered, "If a family does this, the dead can be revived."

"Feng Yaohui has been in trouble all his life, and he has raised such a useless thing."

"I don't do my job properly, I'm idle, I seem to have committed a crime before, and I hid abroad."

Xi Wen seemed to have been shot in the spine, unable to move for a moment, he let go of his hand, took a step back, Zhong Min got away from him, bent over and coughed fiercely, breathing in the cold air, and then he recovered.

Du Xia pushed aside the crowd and walked over, glanced sharply at them, "What's going on?"

Zhong Min put his hand on his chest, straightened up, his face was quite angry, he looked at the one who wanted to yell, but Du Xia asked him a question, but he kept silent, and just stood there with his face turning blue and turning pale.

Xi Wen slowly put his hands back into his pockets, lowered his head, "Today is the day my grandfather was buried, and I'm in a bad mood."

Du Xia looked at him with complicated eyes for a while, then softened his expression, walked to him, lowered his head and asked him, "Are you going to the car with Feng Tong? Or go to the front, and I will take you for a while, then you are considered I did my best."

Xi Wen only felt that his eyes were dry, and his throat was uncomfortable after being smoked for a long time, so he said hoarsely, "No need."

The crowd dispersed and moved forward again.

Zhong Min tugged at the neckline and straightened his clothes. Xi Wen walked up to him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive just now."

Zhong Min frowned and snorted coldly.

"What did you mean by that?"

Zhong Min squinted at him, and then said irritably, "Just pretend that I didn't mention anything, and you also know that what I said was off the mark, just to see you sluggish and talk nonsense, you must not take it seriously."

Xi Wen ignored him, and said to himself, "Before I left, the old man was indeed recovering, and there was no problem with his heart, and he was admitted to the hospital with 24-hour care. How could he die suddenly?"

Zhong Min took two quick steps, "How do I know, I'm not a doctor."

Xi Wen caught up, "You know what, right?"

"No." Zhong Min refused.

"Who are you suspecting?"

Zhong Min stopped, "I don't suspect anyone, and I have no evidence. If you want to know anything, you can check it yourself. If you don't know anything, you might as well see who gets the most benefit."

Xi Wen froze in place, quite at a loss.

In the first few days of the first seven days, the family will hold a banquet to pay homage.

Going to the grave to kneel and kowtow, Xi Wen said that he wanted to stay by himself for a while, and just stay in front of the tomb alone. The pure black granite has balanced lines, solemn and solemn.Paper cannot be burned now, and even the joss sticks have been changed to electronic ones. In the deserted cemetery, there are only two yellow electronic flames shining brightly.In winter, the yellow poplar tree is also in a slump, with jagged branches, and the pine tree next to it has lost a lot of needles, which are sparse and cold. The sky is gray and low, and there is no sunlight. Everything is reflected. Stiff and white, people can't breathe.

He sat down next to the tombstone.He folded his arms over his knees and buried his head in it.

There were so many things to do with the funeral, my ears were buzzing all day long, and now I was quiet, and I could be alone with no one to disturb me.

Tears flow down quietly. For this kind of thing, you either don’t cry, or you can’t stop crying once you start crying. The more tears flow, the deeper the emotion is touched, and the internal organs seem to be involved in pain. The past events become clearer. The coldness and loneliness of the cemetery became more and more vivid.

During his lifetime, Feng Yaohui talked about ostentation, he liked to be lively, he liked fine clothes and fine wine, so he must not get used to staying in such a deserted place for the rest of his life.Life and death are impermanent. If you haven't done your filial piety, you will be separated forever.

It took him a whole afternoon before he stood up, his face was numb, his feet were sloppy, his whole body was staggering, and his eyes turned black after he took two steps.In the past few days, I hardly eat or drink, and I have very little sleep, which drains my energy.

Unable to hold on, unable to stand firmly, he took two more steps, and he fell straight down. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the ground, he was caught by someone at the very moment.

Shen Qingye held the white flower used for sacrifice in one hand, and hugged the person with the other, feeling the temperature of his forehead with his lips, and said, "I have a fever."

Xi Wen opened his eyes wide, "How did you come here?"

Shen Qingye bent down to put the flowers in front of Feng Yaohui's grave, bowed again, and then straightened up. His gorgeous face was stained with frost, his facial features were solemn, and he said to Xi Wen, "I just found out about your grandfather's death." things, so it’s late.”

Xi Wen shook his head, his lips were still pale, "It's okay, I never thought you would come." Xi Wen was already very surprised that he could come, and he never thought of telling Shen Qingye about such a big event in their family , Maybe it's useless to talk about it, it's just plain worrying.

Shen Qingye stroked the back of his neck, "The dead are gone, the living still have to look forward."

Xi Wen lowered his head, tears streaming down his line again, "I know, it's just that this happened too fast. I was brought up by him since I was a child, and I haven't had time to do anything for him yet."

After getting into the car, Shen Qingye asked him where he was going back.

Xi Wen thinks of that empty mansion with all his childhood memories, every place reminds him of Feng Yaohui, seeing things and thinking about others will only make him more restless.Now Feng Tong and Zhong Min live here, Feng Tong fell ill, and he and that uncle have been talking nonchalantly, he doesn't want to go back and face these things, he just wants to shrink back like an ostrich, burying his head and not looking or asking.

He reported the address of the house that Du Xia had found for him, Shen Qingye was taken aback for a moment, and drove away without saying anything.

Sitting in the co-pilot, Xi Wen stared out of the car window for a long time, feeling that the air was stuffy, so he had nothing to say, "Is Chi Xiao finished filming?"

Shen Qingye nodded, "It's over, the rest is up to Director Wei."

"I wanted to see what your final scene was like."

"It took several times to shoot, and it took a whole day, which was very tiring."

Xi Wen smiled reminiscently, "Looking back now, there are a lot of people on the set, and everyone gathers together all day long, busy and lively."

The Bentley drove into the community and automatically recognized it and got out of the garage.

The whole process was too smooth, and Xi Wen hadn't reacted yet. When the two got on the elevator, Shen Qingye pressed the 15th floor instead of the 16th floor. Only then did Xi Wen remember that Shen Qingye hadn't asked him where he was. Shen Qingye's car was identified by the community and got out of the garage.

This building belongs to Du Xia's company, and Shen Qingye also lives here.

If he just said now that he lived downstairs, would it appear that he had bad intentions?

The author says:

I've been a little busy recently, and the update time is uncertain, but more than [-] per week can be guaranteed, and I will let you know when it is finalized.Thank you for the little angels who fed before. The comments are scattered in too many chapters, and I can’t find them anymore. Anyway, thank you very much~

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