The famous family loves marriage, sweet to the point

Chapter 150 151: I am her son-in-law
The funeral was held in T city.

Zhou Qiaoqiao was not familiar with the place where she was born in the capital, if she buried her bones in a foreign land, wouldn't she be a lonely ghost?

T City is far away from the capital city, and the country has strict management over the cross-border transport of corpses. With Jing Boyuan's trust, all procedures were completed at noon the next day, and the funeral parlor was responsible for transporting Zhou Qiaoqiao's body back to T City.

Master Lu followed behind the funeral car in a white Land Rover, and Jing Boyuan sat in the back seat with Ye Qingxin in his arms.

Ye Qingxin was in a muddled state, she didn't know what was going on in her head, her eyes were hazy, and she couldn't see a trace of her former spirit.

Accompanying them were Ji Yi and Jing Jun, who were appointed by Mrs. Jing to help, which can be regarded as representing the etiquette of the Jing family.

Mrs. Jing originally wanted He Su'e to come over. After all, He Su'e was Zhou Qiaoqiao's serious in-laws, but she also considered that He Su'e had always been cold and arrogant, and she was not as considerate and tactful as Ji Yi in her dealings with others.

Ji Yi looked at the funeral car with a Land Rover in front of her, and suddenly felt that the world was changing. Originally, she was in charge of the marriage, but in the blink of an eye, the marriage turned into a funeral.

Jing Yuan was temporarily arrested as a strong man, and he was very unhappy.

"I'm not married, and I'm not even a member of the Jing family. It's fine for the elder brother to come, and let us follow. What does grandma think?"

Ji Yi heard her daughter's stupid words, turned her head and glanced at her, and couldn't help frowning, "Don't say a few words, the dead will be the worst."

Jing pouted one after another and said nothing more.

A group of people stayed in the hotel for one night.

The hotel had made arrangements in advance. As soon as they arrived, the hotel manager directed the people below to cover the funeral car with tarpaulins.

The funeral car is too eye-catching, and most people would think it is bad luck. What's more, there are corpses inside, so if you don't cover it up, I'm afraid that other guests will have opinions when they see it.

Ye Qingguo probably understood something, and seemed extraordinarily quiet along the way.

Ye Qingxin looked at the funeral car covered by a large dark green tarpaulin, her eyes turned red again.

"Let's go." Jing Boyuan hugged Ye Qingxin's arm tightly, his voice sounded particularly deep and mellow at night.

"I want to stay with her." Ye Qing thought to herself, would she be afraid of leaving her mother alone in the parking lot?Will you feel lonely and desolate?

"Xinxin, your body needs a good rest."

Ji Yi and Jing Junjun didn't know about Ye Qingxin's pregnancy. Jing Boyuan originally planned to have a wedding, and he didn't want people to underestimate Ye Qingxin.

Now that the wedding can't be done, it seems that there is no difference between talking about the pregnancy sooner or later, but he feels that this situation is not a good time to announce the good news, so he didn't directly say that Ye Qingxin is pregnant Come.

Ye Qingxin understood his concerns, but she didn't want her mother to be alone.

There were two drivers of the funeral car, both of them were middle-aged uncles. Seeing this, Mao recommended himself: "Why don't we come and watch over it. Mr. Jing and Mrs. Jing go up to rest. We often deal with corpses, so we are not afraid."

Going upstairs, before entering the room, Ye Qingxin said: "Those two uncles are good people."

Jing Boyuan understood her meaning, pushed open the door and said, "I won't treat them badly, don't worry."

Nesting in Jing Boyuan's arms at night, his arms were generous and warm, Ye Qingxin's restless heart seemed to settle down a little, and she slowly fell asleep.

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

Return to T City at [-]:[-] in the afternoon.

The closer to the alley of Ye Qingxin's house, the louder the suona's voice became.

Yesterday Jing Boyuan asked for the Song family's phone number from Ye Qingxin, and told about Zhou Qiaoqiao. The Song family helped arrange the funeral yesterday, arranged the mourning hall, and invited the funeral band.

It is a custom in T City that when someone dies in the family, the funeral band will be invited to play the suona to express condolence and yearning for the deceased.

Zhou Qiaoqiao has not been around with relatives outside these years, and she is not indifferent to her neighbors. When Ye Qingguo had an accident, the mayor led all the leaders to visit Zhou Qiaoqiao in the hospital in the middle of the night. He also became enthusiastic about Zhou Qiaoqiao for a while, thinking that through Zhou Qiaoqiao, he could get on the big Buddha of the mayor, but Zhou Qiaoqiao refused coldly, which annoyed many people for a while.

Now that she is gone, the suona starts to play early in the morning, and everyone within a mile can hear it, but few people come to express their condolences.

When the funeral car arrived, Song Jiu's family was waiting at the entrance of the alley, along with a middle-aged man who looked very strange.

Ye Qingxin got out of the car, Song Jiuhong came up to meet her, hugged Ye Qingxin and cried, "Aunt Zhou was fine when she left, it's only been a few days, why did she come back like this?"

When Ye Qingxin was told by her, her tears couldn't stop falling again.

The middle-aged man who looked strange walked straight up to Jing Boyuan, and respectfully called out: "Mr. Jing."

Jing Boyuan, in a gray shirt and black trousers, stood tall and tall under the setting sun, with a resolute momentum, and nodded slightly to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man greeted, and began to arrange for people to carry the ice coffin into the yard and place it in the mourning hall.

In the small courtyard, apart from Jing Boyuan and his party, only Song Jiu's family and the middle-aged man in his 40s, a few wreaths were placed outside the mourning hall, which looked very deserted.

The noisy suona can't drive away the desolation lingering here.

Ye Qingxin stood in the yard, looking at the ice coffin being carried into the mourning hall, Zhou Qiaoqiao closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep, but it was only the gray life that reminded Ye Qingxin that she was not just asleep So simple.

Ye Qingxin suddenly felt a throbbing pain in her heart.

When my mother was alive, she didn't have any relatives around her, but now that she's gone, she's so depressed and hopeless.

Heartbroken, nausea rolled in her stomach, Ye Qingxin couldn't hold it back for a moment, ran out of the yard and leaned on the wall and retched, because she had never had any appetite to eat, and all she vomited was yellow-blue gastric juice.

My throat hurts from burning.

Ji Yi and Song's mother are both experienced people. When they saw her like this, they had some guesses in their hearts.

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

After Ye Qingxin vomited, her stomach felt a little better, and she didn't deny it.

Ji Yi suddenly understood why Jing Boyuan suddenly wanted to hold a wedding.

Song's mother thought of another question, "You can't wear a shroud for Qiaoqiao when you are pregnant. What should I do? Can a small country do it?"

It is a custom in T City that children have to wear shrouds for their dead parents, otherwise they will be unfilial and will be drowned with spitting stars.

Ye Qingxin said: "I can."

Song's mother disagreed: "This is not good, it is not good for the child."

At this time, Father Song came from the main room, "Xinxin, come quickly and put on your mother's shroud, it's getting dark, hurry up."

Father Song, who was not drunk, looked very reliable.

Song's mother said: "Xinxin is pregnant."

Father Song was taken aback for a moment, obviously not expecting it, he hesitated for a moment, turned around and called Ye Qingguo.

No matter how obedient Ye Qingguo is, after all, his intelligence is limited, and it has been two days and two nights since Zhou Qiaoqiao passed away, his limbs are stiff, and it is difficult to wear a shroud. superior.

Ye Qingxin wanted to help, but Song's mother stopped her from approaching, Ye Qingxin was so anxious that she burst into tears.

Jing Boyuan suddenly said, "Except for the children, can other people in the family not wear it?"

The funeral customs in Beijing are slightly different from those in T city.

The middle-aged man heard the words and replied: "When necessary, the daughter-in-law and son-in-law are also fine. If there are no children, daughter-in-law and son-in-law, the closest nephew and niece are also fine."

In short, the closer you are to someone, the better.

This is filial piety.

Jing Boyuan took a few steps forward and pulled Ye Qingguo aside, "I'll do it."

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

It has been two days and two nights since the person died, and the exposed skin has already had corpse spots, and it is summer again, even if it is placed in an ice coffin, the smell is still not good.

The middle-aged man is the director of the Pauway Group's branch in City S. Because it is close to City T, he was sent to take care of the funeral expenses yesterday, and help with the arrangements by the way.

Jing Boyuan rolled up his sleeves and said, "I am her son-in-law."

The middle-aged man was even more surprised. He glanced at Ye Qingxin and said nothing.

He said how the big boss, who was far away in 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 never frowned, his eyes were calm and calm, because it was not easy to wear, and after some effort, his nose was slightly sweating, and the back of his shirt was smeared with wet marks.

Ye Qingxin stood at the door of the main room and watched, suddenly an indescribable emotion welled up in her heart, which made her chest full, sore and swollen.

Her eyes were fixed on Jing Boyuan, the man lowered his head and bent his waist, but at this moment, in Ye Qingxin's view, he was taller than ever before.

After wearing it, put the ice coffin back on, everyone burned incense, Song's mother asked Jing Boyuan and the others to wash their hands.

By this time the sun had set.

Because there were not many people, there was no cook to cook. Song's mother cooked a large pot of noodles, and Ji Yi helped stir-fry a few dishes.

Ye Qingxin had no appetite, and under Jing Boyuan's watchful eyes, she barely ate half of the bowl. Before she could put down the chopsticks, she felt nauseated again in her stomach. She rushed out of the yard and threw up while leaning against the wall.

Jing Boyuan followed and helped her to follow her back. The man's palm was thick and warm, and the force he used on her was neither light nor heavy. After a while, Ji Yi followed, holding a glass of warm water in her hand, waiting for Ye Qingxin to stop vomiting. , she handed over the water glass: "Wash your mouth."

Ye Qing thanked her heartily and reached out to take it.

Back in the yard, someone from the funeral band who was having dinner said, "I swear this is the most deserted funeral I have ever encountered. No relatives or friends came to express their condolences. How unpopular this person was when he was alive—"

Before he finished speaking, the person sitting opposite him raised his head and saw Ye Qingxin standing at the gate of the courtyard, and then looked at Ye Qingxin's expression, he knew he heard it, and quickly gave his companion a wink.

The person who spoke turned his head and saw Jing Boyuan behind Ye Qingxin. The man's figure was elevated and his aura was strong. He didn't say anything, but just looked over with a pair of dark eyes. The person who spoke was suddenly at a loss. It feels, that feels, like a criminal facing an interrogating police officer

He stood up trembling, and apologized stutteringly: "Yes, I'm sorry, I, I was talking nonsense..."

Ye Qingxin didn't say anything, and walked straight into the mourning hall.

Jing Boyuan 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, her pale face was criss-crossed with tears.

He used to lift the girl up from the ground, put him on a bench beside him and sat down himself, hugged the girl into his arms, and stroked the girl's head with his palm, as if to comfort her.

Ye Qingxin hugged his waist and gradually cried out.

The suona outside blew for a while, and then stopped at some point, and the whole night seemed very quiet.

Ye Qingxin didn't know if anyone was still outside, and she didn't care about it, all she could think about was the words she heard at the door.

"Before I was ten years old, although my father was often away from home and didn't care about me and Xiaoguo, at least I still had a complete family at that time. At that time, my mother had a good relationship with relatives and neighbors. Well, I remember that there was an old man next door to my house who had no children. My mother often asked me to deliver food to her. She liked me very much and treated me like her own granddaughter..."

"Then suddenly one day, my father divorced my mother suddenly, and left without looking back, and never came back. My mother couldn't afford it because of this. The family was not rich. My mother's illness The family's meager savings were quickly used up, you know my brother's situation, my mother was sick, I was young, my brother was like that, and our relatives started to alienate us."

"Later, I don't know where there were rumors that my mother had killed someone, and I don't know why the neighbors believed in the rumors so deeply, why they hated my mother so much, and went to court for the people who were killed by my mother in the rumors. Our family threw stones and rotten vegetable leaves, do you know who took the lead? It was the old man who my mother often asked me to send food to.”

Ye Qingxin buried her face in Jing Boyuan's arms, tears wet his gray shirt, leaving strange dark wet marks.

"One time when I came back from school, those people blocked my door. I squeezed into the crowd and saw a few aunts and aunts who were on good terms with my mother on weekdays, grabbing my mother by the collar and calling her a villain. I sprayed all the saliva on her face, and from then on, my mother never talked to anyone in the neighborhood or had any contact with relatives, and even suffered from depression later..."

Jing Boyuan hugged her tightly and listened quietly without opening his mouth.

After a moment of 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 be so cruel to abandon us, and our relatives would not be alienated." We, the neighbors, won't fall into trouble just because of a rumor..."

Ye Qingxin didn't know when she fell asleep, and when she woke up, she found herself lying on the bed in the room.

The first thing that came into her ears was the piercing decibel suona, playing the mourning music in full swing. Under the mourning music, there seemed to be buzzing voices.

Ye Qingxin got out of bed and opened the door to go out. She was stunned when she saw a yard full of people and a wreath placed at the gate of the yard.

　half an hour late, sorry

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