Miss, you are my future wife

That night, Xiao Yao went home to get some changes of clothes for his grandma.

The landline phone at home suddenly rang with a sharp sound.

Xiao Yao never liked hearing this sound at night because it always made him feel scared.

And it always brings bad news.

For example, the homeroom teacher made a complaint phone call.

"Hello?" When Xiao Yao answered the phone, his tone was still sobbing.

"Xiao Yao, it's me." Yu Luying's voice sounded on the phone.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Yao had already vaguely guessed what Yu Luying was going to say.

"...Grandma." Yu Luying said after a long silence.

"I understand." At this moment, Xiao Yao's heart stopped: "I'm coming over now."

There was no need to bring grandma's change of clothes, so he hailed a taxi and rushed to the hospital in a hurry.

On the way, Xiao Yao took out his mobile phone and opened QQ.
The QQ interface showed that Don Quixote sent a friend request a few hours ago, and "It's Xiaojie~" passed the verification request about 10 minutes later.

"Don Quixote:
[expression]
Don Quixote:

Why did you change your QQ name?
It’s Xiaojie~:

Ok.

Don Quixote:

are you home yet?

It’s Xiaojie~:

Ok.

Don Quixote:

Thank you again today.

It’s Xiaojie~:

Ok.

It’s Xiaojie~:

To take a bath. "

The above is the entire chat record. Shen Jie replied to him with six words in total, um, um, um, go take a shower.

Xiao Yao wiped his eyes and began to edit the information.

"Don Quixote:
have you slept? "

After waiting for two minutes, Shen Jie didn't reply.

"Don Quixote:
My grandma is gone.

It’s Xiaojie~:

节哀
It’s Xiaojie~:

By the way"

This time, it came back in seconds.

--split line--

"What do you mean you can't come back from Equatorial Guinea?" Xiao Yao picked up the receiver of the landline phone and almost roared: "That's your mother! Your mother's memorial service!"

"You don't need to remind me," Xiao Tu said tiredly: "On the one hand, the construction schedule here is tight, and on the other hand, all the flights back to the Magic City have been stopped due to the weather. I can't see it and you can't see it no matter what the weather is outside? "

Xiao Yao: "..."

"I'll send you the money for the funeral arrangements."

Xiao Yao had participated in the funeral affairs of other elders when he was a child, but he had never done the funeral arrangements.

Such a big thing falls on Xiao Yao and Shen Tianyun, two 15- and 6-year-old children. No one has experience, so the pressure can be imagined.

"Does Grandma have no other children besides your father?" Tianyun complained, "Why do I remember that's not the case?"

"My dad has a younger brother, a younger sister, and another younger sister," Xiao Yao told Tianyun: "But do you still remember? As soon as Nima left yesterday, she summoned all her relatives and the will notary to explain what happened. She will leave this house and all her savings to her eldest grandson, me."

"Just for this shabby house," Tian Yun said in disbelief: "They don't even care about their mother's death? Are all your relatives so snobbish?"

"It's not like they are indifferent," Xiao Yao said tiredly: "But they must be unhappy. They said that since I am the eldest grandson, my rights and obligations are equal, and I should pay and contribute to the funeral - —Just keep your temper."

"Everyone in your family is an ungrateful bastard," Shen Tianyun was furious and started to curse, "None of them is a good person!"

"Yes," Xiao Yao agreed tiredly: "Everyone in our family is a white-eyed wolf, and no one is a good person."

"I mean your surname is Xiao," Tian Yun thought for a moment and thought that the above words were not appropriate and that it had somewhat rubbed off on herself, so she revised it to: "None of your Xiao family members are good!"

"Yeah whatever." Xiao Yao said: "You guys named Shen are all good people. It's especially good to abandon your husband and daughter."

Although the funeral was a big deal, there were still people who helped.

First of all, Yu Luying, her parents, and uncle all came to help organize.

But Yu Luying is also a half-grown child herself. No matter how close the Yu family(s) are to Xiao Yao, they are still considered outsiders.

Uncle Xiao Yao, who lived next door, was more conscientious than Xiao Yao's faceless mother. He helped a lot in and out.

As for Xiao Tu's younger brothers and sisters, although they said they didn't care and were really spending money, they still worked hard in the end.

He even had a dispute with Xiao Yao.

"Are you asking the priest to say mass? Are you kidding me? I'm crazy." said the eldest lady.

"(Your) uncle recognizes the abbot of Xiahai Temple," the maid said, "Inviting the monk from Xiahai Temple to perform dharma rituals can give you a huge discount."

When Xiao Yao heard the words "Xiahai Temple", he thought that Shi Hui's old bald donkey hadn't been caught yet, and shook his head.

"Come and get it for you," the uncle said: "I am a priest and a monk. Now we are advocating green environmental protection and frugal funerals. I think we should find a one-stop service with a low price-"

Thinking in a kind direction, the uncle might have good intentions and wanted to save some money for the eldest grandson, but Xiao Yao didn't appreciate it.

"Come on!" Xiao Yao raised his hand to interrupt their argument: "Since everyone keeps emphasizing that I am the eldest son and grandson, since everyone voted for me to arrange grandma's funeral, and since everyone agreed that I will be responsible for all expenses, then I have the final say. Whatever I say will be done.”

The eldest maid, the younger maid and the uncle were all stunned for a moment when they saw that this junior had such a tough attitude and looked at each other.

Then, the two maids jumped up and started arguing with Xiao Yao.

Shen Tianyun covered her ears irritably, wrapped her quilt tightly, and turned over on Xiao Yao's bed.

"Also, who is she? Why are she always here?" asked the little maid, pointing to Tianyun's back wrapped in quilt.

"There are so many people here who don't know who they are, why don't you ask yourself?" Xiao Yao replied impatiently.

"How can a child like you talk to the adults at home?" the eldest lady shouted sternly.

"How can someone as big as you talk to the head of the family?"

……

It is tradition that the funeral should be held three days after the death of the deceased.

But because Xiao Yao and Tian Yun were really inexperienced, by the time they learned about this tradition, it was already noon the next day.

However, the endless arguments with relatives resulted in nothing being done that should be done.

Then, the content of the dispute was added with accusations and accusations that the funeral would definitely be postponed. In the end, Xiao Yao simply made a decisive decision and invited all these adults who did not obey orders and made a lot of troubles out, telling them that the funeral would be held on time and there was no need to see each other before.

Then, Xiao Yao asked his relatively experienced uncle for advice on the basic process, and after communicating with Yu Bo for adjustments, he put together a work plan. Then, he caught all the little bears, hairtail fish, Zhang Jialong, etc. that could come. In addition to Yu Luying and Shen Tianyun who were already there, a group of children worked in pairs, assigned work areas that each was capable of, and ensured communication tools. Xiao Yao himself sat in the army, coordinating in the middle, liaising with Shen Tianyun to run errands and paying related expenses. .

The preparations for the funeral finally began to move forward in full swing.

Three days later, Miao Jinfang's memorial service was held at Longhua Funeral Home as planned.

It was still the same place and street. Xiao Yao felt that this seemed to be the venue used by Song Haijian a few months ago, but Zhang Jialong was responsible for this part, so it was normal that he didn't pay attention - it didn't matter.

The funeral did not involve a master of ceremonies from the Longhua Funeral Home. The memorial service was presided over by Abbot Yu Bo. It was actually a mass to redeem the souls of the deceased.

The details of the memorial service are not what readers want to see, so I won't go into details here. However, it is worth mentioning that Mr. Carl Schedlin came uninvited and attended on behalf of the "Mingye Watchmen" and sent a lot of condolences. gold.

Xiao Yao was not polite to him and handed the money to Yu Bo, asking him to offer thirty-three more masses for Miao Jinfang in the future in accordance with the medieval tradition.

In addition, Xiao Yao met his cousin and cousin whom he had not seen for a long time. They thought Tianyun was Xiao Yao's girlfriend, and they all exclaimed that the youngest grandson was a fool and a fool.

Their evaluation was that Xiao Yao and Tian Yun looked very much like a couple. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, Xiao Yao would have burst into laughter.

The snow started to lighten a bit that day, and stopped completely one hour before the memorial service was to begin in the afternoon.

Xiao Yao and Shen Tianyun stood at the door of Yong'an Hall, welcoming the visiting guests and accepting their contributions.

The maids and maids stood on the other side of the entrance of Yong'an Hall, helping to welcome the guests and supervise the amount of the members' money - they claimed that they had a share in it. Xiao Yao was not sure whether this was in compliance with the rules, but it seemed that they had a good attitude today. For their sake, it's up to them.

"Go in," Xiao Yao lowered his voice and said to Tian Yun, "What are you doing standing here?"

"Can't I just stand here?" Tian Yun whispered, "I am also a direct relative."

"How can I explain it to my relatives," Xiao Yao said with a wry smile: "They only think of you as the object of my puppy love, my little girlfriend - a bad boy."

"You can do whatever you want," Tianyun said, "It's so honorable for you to find such a good-looking girlfriend like me."

"That's right, don't my brothers and sisters say that we are a couple?" Xiao Yao said: "It seems that you still look a bit like me. This is all because I am good-looking first and have strong genes."

"You don't have any shame, Yue." Tian Yun said, "If I looked like you, my life would be overturned."

"Oh, here we come," Xiao Yao said as he took two steps forward: "Auntie, Yingying."

The visitors were mother and daughter Yu Luying and Yu Lihua.

After the two of them entered the Yong'an Hall, Xiao Yao originally wanted to ask Tian Yun, "You are my girlfriend, and who is the person who just entered?", but after thinking about it, he forgot it.

Don't be a nuisance.

"Are you standing here waiting for her?" Xiao Yao looked at the entrance of Longhua Hall.

"Otherwise?" Tianyun said, "Who else can we wait for?"

"She may not come." Xiao Yao said.

He hoped he was wrong.

"Did she say she couldn't come?" Tian Yun looked at Xiao Yao.

"I didn't say," Xiao Yao replied, "What she said on QQ is, it depends on the situation."

"Isn't that okay?" Tianyun said, "She will definitely come."

"Yeah." Xiao Yao said perfunctorily.

But he hoped she was right.

But as time passed by, and the closer it got to 3 p.m., the hearts of the father and daughter sank deeper and deeper.

It's getting heavier and heavier.

"Xiao Yao," Yu Luying's timid voice came from behind Xiao Yao: "It's about to start, uncle is calling you to come in."

The eldest maid and the younger maid also raised their phones to check the time, then turned and walked into the Yong'an Hall.

Xiao Yao took a deep breath and turned to Tian Yun: "Let's go in, let's start."

"..." Tian Yun pursed her lips, did not speak, and did not move. She just continued to stare at the door helplessly, as if she was about to cry.

Xiao Yao stretched out his hand to mess up Tian Yun's hair, and tried to give her a comforting smile that only belonged to his father: "Let's go."

The young man paused and then added softly: "Daughter."

After the memorial service, Xiao Yao took his uncle and maid in, arranged for them to follow up on the cremation and pick up the box, and called the rented bus driver to pick him up in half an hour.

He took the guests into the car, counted the number of people, and then drove to the "SF Hotel" booked yesterday to have a dinner.

Only then did the young man, who had been as busy as a top, take out his cell phone and type "?" to Shen Jie.

After thinking about it, I didn’t send it and deleted the “?”

Just as Xiao Yao was thinking about how to phrase his words on his phone, his phone vibrated.

A message proactively sent by Shen Jie.

"It's Xiaojie~:

Sorry, I think I won't go.

It’s Xiaojie~
I will pray for her. "

Xiao Yao's fingers typed the three words "It doesn't matter" on the keyboard, and then deleted them.

He leaned heavily on the back seat of the bus, closed his eyes, and muttered: "Go to hell."

Shen Tianyun beside him raised his face and looked at him, stretched out his hand to hold him, and squeezed him twice.

Xiao Yao didn't open his eyes, but just squeezed Tian Yun's little hand twice in response.

After finishing everything that night, Xiao Yao said goodbye to his classmates and friends who came to help, dragged his tired body, and led Tian Yun back to his empty home.

He opened the closet and planned to change out of his formal clothes.

However, the first thing that caught my eye in the closet was the change of clothes that I had packed at home three nights ago and was going to take to grandma later.

Xiao Yao suddenly burst into tears.

The collapse of a minor happens in an instant.

Xiao Yao held the open door of the closet with his hands, his head and entire upper body submerged into the closet, his head pressed against the mirror that he had walked through countless times in the past six months, and he cried like a 1200-kilogram savage.

"Crying like a 1200-kilogram savage" is what Tianyun said before. God knows what the bad jokes of their time meant.

Tianyun came up and hugged Xiao Yao from behind, gently patting her little daddy's chest with her beautiful hands.

Xiao Yao turned his head, his face full of tears, his voice hoarse: "You know that, right?"

"What do you know?" Tian Yun said inexplicably.

"Did grandma pass away in 05?" Xiao Yao sobbed and asked Tianyun: "If so, why didn't you warn me earlier and make me mentally prepared? Maybe we can deal with it in advance and change -"

"I don't know," Tian Yun shouted, "I really don't know!"

"You don't know when my great-grandmother passed away?" Xiao Yao asked.

"Uncle Abba!" Tian Yun was furious: "I know you are in a bad mood, but who is feeling better? Can you please don't take it out on me? Do you know when your great-grandmother passed away?"

Xiao Yao was silent.

For Tian Yun, the great-grandmother who raised her father single-handedly (at least for more than a year) was indeed an old man whom she had never met and whose name she did not know.

As for her lack of understanding, the main person responsible is undoubtedly Xiao Yao himself. (End of chapter)