Chapter 147

The funeral was back in T city.

Zhou Qiaoqiao was not familiar with her life and land in Beijing. If she was buried in a foreign land, wouldn't she want to be a ghost.

T city is far away from the capital city. The state strictly controls the cross-border transportation of corpses. Jingboyuan entrusted her with the relationship. At noon the next day, all procedures were completed, and the funeral home was responsible for transporting Zhou Qiaoqiao's body back to T city.

Master Lu drives a white Land Rover behind the funeral car, while jingboyuan holds Ye Qingxin in the back seat.

Ye Qingxin's state of the whole person is muddled, and he doesn't know what he is thinking. His eyes are hazy, and he can't see a trace of the old look.

Accompanied by Ji Yi and Jing one after another, they are assigned by old lady Jing to help, which also represents the courtesy of the Jing family.

Mrs. Jing originally wanted to let he su'e come here. After all, he su'e is Zhou Qiao Qiao's serious in laws. But considering he su'e's cold and proud nature, she is not as considerate and smooth as Ji Yi.

Ji Yi looks at the funeral car with a Land Rover car in front of her. She suddenly realizes that things are changing. Originally, she is engaged in marriage, but in the blink of an eye, marriage becomes a funeral.

Jing has been temporarily arrested to be a strong man, but the eldest is not happy.

"I'm not married, and I'm not even a member of the Jing family. I just want my elder brother to come with us. What's grandma thinking?"

Ji Yi hears the nonsense in her daughter's mouth. She turns her head and looks at her. She can't help but frown, "say less, the dead is the biggest."

Jing turned his lips and said nothing more.

In the evening, they stayed in the hotel for one night.

The hotel had arranged in advance. As soon as they arrived, the hotel manager instructed the people at the bottom to cover the funeral carriage with oilcloth.

The funeral carriage is too eye-catching. Most people think it's bad luck. What's more, there are still corpses in it. If we don't cover it up, we're afraid that other guests will have opinions when they see it.

Ye Qingguo knew something about it, and it was very quiet all the way.

Ye Qingxin looks at the funeral carriage covered by dark green oilcloth, and his eyes turn red again.

"Let's go." Jingboyuan hugs Ye Qingxin's arm, and his voice sounds very deep and mellow at night.

"I want to stay with her." Ye Qingxin thought, will she be afraid to leave her mother alone in the parking lot? Will you feel lonely and desolate?

"Heart, your body needs a good rest."

Ji Yi and Jing don't know about ye Qingxin's pregnancy. Jingboyuan originally planned to hold a wedding, but they don't want to let people look down on Ye Qingxin.

Now the wedding can't be done. It seems that it doesn't make any difference to talk about pregnancy sooner or later. He just doesn't think it's a good time to announce good news, and he doesn't directly tell Ye Qingxin that she is pregnant.

Ye Qingxin understands his worries, but she doesn't want her mother to be alone.

There were two middle-aged uncles driving the funeral carriage. Seeing this, they volunteered: "why don't we guard it? Mr. and Mrs. Jing go to have a rest. We often deal with corpses, but we are not afraid."

Before going upstairs and entering the room, ye Qingxin said, "those two uncles are good people."

Jingboyuan understood her meaning and pushed the door open while saying, "I won't treat them badly. Don't worry."

At night, he nests in jingboyuan's arms. His arms are generous and warm. Ye Qingxin's troubled heart seems to be a little more stable and goes to sleep slowly.

The next morning, at five o'clock, the crowd got up, had breakfast in the hotel cafeteria, and started on the road.

I'll be back in T city at more than five in the afternoon.

The closer to Ye Qingxin's alley, the louder the sound of Suona.

Yesterday, jingboyuan wanted to leave from ye Qingxin. The Song family called and told her about Zhou Qiaoqiao. Yesterday, the Song family helped with the funeral, arranged the funeral hall and invited a funeral band.

It's a custom in T city that if someone in the family dies, they should ask the funeral band to play the suona to show their mourning and missing for the dead.

In recent years, Zhou Qiaoqiao didn't move around with her relatives and didn't care about her neighbors. When ye Qingguo's accident happened, the mayor led all the leaders to visit Zhou Qiaoqiao in the hospital in the middle of the night. Her relatives and neighbors were also enthusiastic about Zhou Qiaoqiao for a while. They thought that they could build the Buddha through Zhou Qiaoqiao. Unexpectedly, Zhou Qiaoqiao coldly refused, which angered many people.

Now that she's gone, the suona has been playing since early in the morning. People all over the country can hear it, but few people come to mourn.

When the funeral car arrived, the song Jiu's family were waiting at the entrance of the Hutong, and there was a middle-aged man who looked very strange.

Ye Qingxin got out of the car. Song Jiuhong came up with her eyes, hugged Ye Qingxin and cried, "aunt Zhou was fine when she left. It's only a few days. How can she come back like this?"

Ye Qingxin is said by her, tears can't stop falling down again.

The middle-aged man, who was looking at a strange man, went straight to jingboyuan and called respectfully, "President Jing."

Jingboyuan grey shirt, black trousers, long body Yuli standing in the setting sun, momentum is firm, toward the middle-aged man nodded slightly.

The middle-aged man said hello and began to arrange for the ice coffin to be carried into the courtyard and placed in the mourning hall.

In the small courtyard, except for Jing Boyuan and his party, the song Jiu family and the middle-aged man in his forties, there were several wreaths outside the hall, which seemed very lonely.

The sound of Suona can't drive away the desolation lingering here.

Ye Qingxin stands in the yard, looking at the ice coffin that was carried to the mourning hall. Zhou Qiaoqiao closes her eyes, as if she is asleep. It's just the dead air of grey, which reminds Ye Qingxin that she is not just asleep.

Ye Qingxin suddenly feels throbbing pain in her heart.

When my mother was alive, she had no family around her. Now she is gone, she is so depressed and depressed.

Her heart was pathetic, and her stomach was full of nausea. For a moment, ye Qingxin couldn't help it. She ran to the outside of the yard and helped the wall to retch, because she had no appetite to eat, and all she vomited was yellow and blue gastric juice.

The fever made my throat ache.

Ji Yi and song's mother are from the past. When they see her like this, they have a guess in their hearts.

"Heart, do you have it?" Ji Yi asked with concern.

The leaf poured out the heart, the stomach was more comfortable, smell speech didn't deny.

Ji Yi suddenly understands why jingboyuan suddenly wants to hold a wedding.

But song's mother thought of another question, "when you are pregnant, you can't give Qiaoqiao a birthday dress. What can you do? Can a small country do it? "

It's a custom in T city that children should wear birthday clothes for their parents, otherwise they will be unfilial and drowned with spitting star.

Ye Qingxin said: "I can."

Song's mother disagreed: "it's not good. It's not good for children."

At this time, song's father came from the hall, "Xinxin, come here quickly and put on your mother's birthday clothes. It's going to be dark. Hurry up."

Song's father, who is not drunk, looks very reliable.

Song mother said: "the heart is pregnant."

Song's father was stunned. He hesitated and turned to call ye Qingguo.

No matter how obedient Ye Qingguo is, after all, his intelligence is limited. Moreover, it has been two days and two nights since Zhou Qiaoqiao passed away. His body is stiff and he can't wear the shroud. Even with the help of song's father and the middle-aged man, ye still can't put it on clumsily.

Ye Qingxin wants to help. Song's mother keeps her away. Ye Qingxin tears in her eyes.

Jing Boyuan suddenly said: "in addition to children, other people in the family can not wear it?"

The funeral custom in Beijing is slightly different from that in T city.

The middle-aged man replied, "when necessary, daughter-in-law and son-in-law are OK. If there are no children, daughter-in-law and son-in-law, the closest nephew and niece are OK."

In short, the closer people are, the better.

This is filial piety.

Jingboyuan steps forward and pulls Ye Qingguo aside. "I'll come."

The middle-aged man was surprised, "Mr. Jing?"

It has been two days and two nights since people died, and the naked skin has been covered with body spots. Now it is summer, and even if it is put in an ice coffin, it still smells bad.

The middle-aged man is the director of Bowe group's branch in s city. Because he is close to T City, he was sent to take charge of the expenses of the funeral yesterday and helped to handle it.

Jing Boyuan rolled up his sleeve and said, "I'm her son-in-law."

The middle-aged man was even more surprised. He fell in love with his eyes and said nothing more.

He said how the big boss, who was far away from the capital, suddenly came to the small town to care about the funeral of such an ordinary family. It turned out that there was such a relationship.

Jing Boyuan didn't frown from the beginning to the end. His eyes were calm and quiet. Because he was not easy to wear, he had to work hard. The tip of his nose was sweating slightly, and the shirt on his back was wet.

Ye Qingxin stands at the door of the main room and looks at it. Suddenly, an indescribable emotion surges out of her heart, which makes her chest full of acid.

Her eyes locked jingboyuan, the man bowed his head, but at this moment, in Ye Qingxin's view, he was never tall.

After wearing it, the ice coffin was covered again, and everyone was perfumed. Song's mother asked jingboyuan to wash their hands.

By this time the sun had set.

Because there were not many people, there was no cook to cook. Mother Song cooked a large pot of noodles, and Ji Yi helped cook a few dishes.

Ye Qingxin has no appetite. Under the gaze of Jing Boyuan, she barely eats half a bowl. Before she can put down the chopsticks, her stomach starts to feel sick again. She rushes to the outside of the yard and spits against the wall.

Jingboyuan follows her and helps her along her back. The man's palm is thick and warm, and the strength used on her is not light or heavy. After a while, Ji Yi follows her, holding a cup of warm water in her hand. When ye Qingxin doesn't pour out, she hands over a water cup: "gargle."

Ye Qingxin thanks and reaches for it.

Back in the yard, someone from the funeral band who was eating said, "I swear this is the coldest funeral I've ever met. There is no family or friends to offer their condolence. How bad is the popularity of this person when he is alive --"

Before the words were heard, the person sitting opposite him looked up and saw Ye Qingxin standing at the gate of the yard. Then he looked at Ye Qingxin's face and knew that he had heard it. He quickly gave his companion a look.

The speaker turned back and saw jingboyuan behind Ye Qingxin. The man was promoted and had a strong aura. Without saying anything, he took a pair of dark eyes to see him. The speaker suddenly felt at a loss. It felt like a criminal facing an interrogating police officer

He stood up shivering and apologized: "yes, I'm sorry, I'm talking nonsense..."

Ye Qingxin didn't say anything and went straight into the Lingtang.

Jingboyuan called the middle-aged man to explain a few words, and then walked into the mourning hall. The girl knelt in front of the ice coffin, tears crisscross her pale face.

He used to lift people up from the ground and sit on a bench beside him. He sat down with them, put them in his arms, and stroked the girl's head with his palm as if he were comforting.

Ye Qingxin hugged his waist and began to cry.

The suona outside was blowing for a while again. Later, I didn't know when it stopped. The whole night seemed very quiet.

Ye Qingxin doesn't know if there is anyone outside, and she doesn't have the heart to manage. All she wants is the sentence she heard at the door before.

"Before the age of ten, although my father was often away from home and didn't care about me and Xiaoguo, at least I had a complete family at that time. At that time, my mother had a good relationship with her relatives and got along well with her neighbors. I remember there was an old man next door who had no children. My mother often asked me to deliver food to her. She liked me very much, Treat me as my granddaughter... "

"Then suddenly one day, my father divorced my mother and left without looking back. Since then, she never came back. My mother couldn't afford to be ill, and the family was not rich. My mother's illness soon consumed the meager savings of the family. You know the situation of my brother, my mother was ill, I was still young, and my brother was like that, so the relatives began to alienate us."

"Later, I don't know where the rumor spread that my mother had killed people. I don't know why my neighbors believed in the rumor and hated my mother so much. They threw stones and rotten vegetable leaves at our house for the people who were killed by my mother in the rumor. Do you know who took the lead? It's the old man my mother used to ask me to deliver food. "

Ye Qingxin buries his face in jingboyuan's arms. Tears wet his gray shirt, leaving strange dark wet marks.

"Once when I came back from school, those people were blocking my door. I crowded into the crowd and saw several aunts who usually made friends with my mother, clutching my mother's collar, scolding her as a villain and spitting on her face. From then on, my mother would never talk to anyone in the neighborhood or with relatives, and even suffered from depression later..."

Jing Boyuan put his arms around her and listened quietly without opening his mouth.

After a moment's silence, ye Qingxin's voice came out of his arms again, "maybe that person is right, my mother is not popular, otherwise my father would not abandon us so ruthlessly, my relatives would not alienate us, and my neighbors would not fall into the well because of a rumor..."

Ye Qingxin doesn't know when he fell asleep. When he wakes up, he finds himself lying on the bed in the room.

The first one that ran into her ears was the harsh suona, which played the sad music in full swing. Under the sad music, there seemed to be a buzzing voice.

Ye Qingxin gets out of bed and opens the door. He is stunned to see a yard full of people and a wreath at the gate of the yard.