Play Nice

Chapter 462 462: Born in Jingjia Village, buried in Xiulifeng
Jingjia Village is located in Heyuan Town.

Watermelons were grown in the fields on both sides of the cement path. No one looked at the melons, but there was a big black dog. .

The car was still far away and the dog started barking.

"Wang!"

"Wang Wang!"

Jing Zhao, who was standing under the street lamp with his head lowered, raised his head at this moment.

License plate 1112.

It's his car.

"Wang!"

The black dog rushed up.

The car stopped, the door just opened, the black dog ran back immediately, ran behind Jing Zhao, and continued to bark.

This is a very cowardly but aggressive dog.

The business leader got out of the car.

Jing Zhao, dressed in filial piety, walked over from the street lamp.

She remembered the boy who repaired street lamps eight years ago.The teenager was also on this road, with a black dog beside him.

The black dog barked at her.

"Is it prosperous?"

Jing Zhao said, "It is the son of Wang Cai."

No wonder.

Wang Cai never hides behind people and barks. Wang Cai is the fiercest dog in Jingjia Village.

Just as Ms. Lu was about to get off the bus, Jing Zhao came over.

Ms. Lu was afraid that she would cry, so she quickly turned her head to the other side.

"Jingjian." Jing Zhao said, "You drive the car to the open space in front of you. Dad is waiting for you there."

"Ah."

Jingjian drove the car over.

Jing Zhao and Shang Ling led their way back, only a short distance away, and the black dog followed them.

"Did you cry all the way?"

"No."

She was crying all the way, her eyes were red.

Jing Zhao led her to the entrance of the village.

"Will there be a funeral?"

"No, it's too late. My father left here very early, and no one recognizes him except for a few old people in the village."

The business leader Lingguang wanted to cry when he heard Jing Zhao speak.

She sniffed and held back.

"I lived here before, and the village chief still knew me. He and his wife helped to prepare everything for the funeral." Jing Zhaodu told the business leaders one by one, "The person carrying the coffin didn't ask for another , Chongbai and Jingyi are here, and they will carry the coffin."

Shang Lingling's eyes became more and more sour.

Jing Zhao grabbed her and stood on the side of the road. He took out a white cloth from his pocket, leaned over, and tied it to her hair: "You are a daughter-in-law. According to the funeral customs here, you must wear white."

"Jing Zhao."

"Hmm." Jing Zhao helped the businessman to straighten his hair.

She hugged him, hid her face in his arms, and hid her tearful eyes: "you should have taken me with you yesterday."

"It was your birthday yesterday."

She rubbed her tears on his clothes: "what's the matter with my birthday, I can miss it."

If he takes her there, then she may not be happy for her future birthdays, so he can't take her there, so he goes after the early morning.

Jing Zhao closed his eyes, leaned on her, and wanted to rest for a while.

There are very few people in Jingjia Village who still remember Jing Jiuqi, but there are many people who come to offer incense.

Jing Zhao and Shang Lingling stood beside the coffin and bowed to everyone who came to express their condolences.

The village chief's wife prepared refreshments.

After the guests finished their condolences, they drank tea in the courtyard.There is still a burial here in Jingjia Village, and the cemetery is on the mountain behind. If anyone in the village has a funeral, everyone will go to the mountain for a ride as long as they are free.

The one who cried the most was Ms. Lu.

Chai Qiu didn't cry, she stood quietly beside the coffin, occasionally calling out Jiu Ye.

"Leading." Jing Zhao was looking at the spiritual position.

"Ah."

Shang Lingling shook Jing Zhao's hand firmly and responded to him.

"No posthumous pictures."

Flowers, candles, meals, tablets...according to the custom, everything that should be put on the table, except for the photo.

"I have taken pictures of so many people, but my father has no pictures."

Jing Zhao never took pictures of Jing Jiuqi.

Jing Jiuqi doesn't like taking pictures very much, and he never takes pictures with others. That's a habit he left behind when he was a drug police officer.

Nine o'clock sharp, wake up.

Jing Jiuqi has been to many places and seen many scenery in his life. Andre once asked him where he wanted to be buried after his death.

He said, "That mountain doesn't even have a name."

There was no name before.

Eighteen years ago, the government took over the mountain title certificate of the mountain behind Jingjia Village and named it Xiuli Peak.

Golden World Lao Jiu Ye was born in Jingjia Village, Heyuan Town, and was buried in Xiulifeng, Heyuan Town.

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