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Chapter 152 Chapter 153: Funeral (1)

After hearing what Pan Yang said, Ye Qingxin couldn't react for a while.

The family of four who just came in is not Tai Zhengting's family.

She recalled what Tai Shiyun and Tai Shishi were wearing, and asked Pan Yang: "Does the injured girl wear a skirt or shorts?"

Tai Shiyun is wearing shorts, and Tai Shishi is wearing a dress.

Pan Yang replied: "Put on a skirt, why do you think this father is so cruel, why is he so angry to beat his daughter to death? It's really a crime. If you can't save it, the whole family will be destroyed. Didn't you see that father How the hell is it so loud, I, a big man, feel sad when I look at it..."

Ye Qingxin looked at Jing Boyuan in a daze.

Tai Zhengting's sudden anger should have something to do with Jing Boyuan's words. Before Li Shufen came to her in a low voice, even though she didn't make any demands in the end, she guessed that Tai Zhengting's company must have encountered difficulties and wanted to use her to get in touch with her. Jing Boyuan.

The play just now was also performed for Jing Boyuan.

Jing Boyuan told Tai Zhengting that Zhou Qiaoqiao's death was related to Tai Shishi, and Tai Zhengting must have felt hopeless to climb Jing Boyuan, so he vented all his anger on Tai Shishi.

I'm afraid Tai Zhengting himself didn't expect such a result.

Pan Yang arranged for someone to deal with the blood at the door.

Ye Qingxin moved closer to Jing Boyuan, thought about her words, and asked him: "Why... told Tai Zhengting that my mother's death had something to do with Tai Shishi?"

At that time, although Tai Shishi brought Xiaoguo to the hotel to destroy the in-laws of the two families, but later, the appearance of Xiaoguo did not cause any bad things.

Ye Qingxin didn't want to excuse Tai Shishi for thinking this way, but she just didn't understand what Jing Boyuan meant by saying that.

With one hand in his pocket and the other hanging down, Jing Boyuan replied casually: "She has thought badly, so she should be responsible for her evil deeds."

Ye Qingxin didn't say anything else, she understood what Jing Boyuan meant, he wanted to use Tai Zhengting's hands to teach Tai Shishi a lesson.

In the past, Ye Qingxin's impression of Tai Shishi was neither good nor bad, but later she gradually felt that she looked innocent and harmless. Sometimes her words and eyes made people uncomfortable, and she also realized that she was not such a novice as she appeared on the surface, especially when she was waiting for her. She had fooled everyone into being with Chen Yu'an, which made Ye Qingxin feel that she was not simple.

That time at the hotel, Tai Shishi suddenly brought Ye Qingguo to the hotel, obviously out of uneasiness and kindness.

Ye Qingxin has always been like this, she treats others as others treat her.

Tai Shishi suddenly suffered such misfortune, although compared to her evil deeds, the punishment she received seems to be too severe, but Ye Qingxin will not repay her with virtue and blame Jing Boyuan for her.

What's more, Tai Zhengting directly caused Tai Shishi to become like this, and has nothing to do with others.

Someone outside the courtyard came in to express their condolences. Father Song was leading them to the mourning hall, and Jing Boyuan accompanied Ye Qingxin there.

The person who came was a man in his 40s. Ye Qingxin had never seen him before, and seeing that he was not like an ordinary person, he guessed which leader it might be. With words of comfort, he began to shake hands and chat with Jing Boyuan.

Jing Boyuan led people outside to talk.

Ye Qingxin turned her head to look over, and saw Jing Boyuan standing with that middle-aged man who was much older than him, both in terms of temperament and momentum, they were much better than these leaders, more like a leader than these leaders.

I'm in a trance.

"Xinxin." A familiar voice sounded.

Ye Qingxin looked away, and what caught her eyes was Wen Zeyan's caring and distressed face.

"Little Yan, this way." Father Song called Wen Zeyan.

Wen Zeyan withdrew his gaze from Ye Qingxin's face, scented Zhou Qiaoqiao, and respectfully kowtowed three times.

Father Song looked at Wen Zeyan and nodded.

In the past, Wen Zeyan took care of Ye Qingxin's family, and Zhou Qiaoqiao rushed to help with any work, and took good care of Ye Qingguo. Song's father and mother of Song could see that he liked Ye Qingxin, and he was a kind person. Excellent big boy, they were very optimistic about the two of them, and they all thought that Ye Qingxin would be with him in the future.

Unexpectedly, Wen Zeyan had no choice but to agree to the pursuit of Lu Jian's daughter, who was still the county magistrate, and use Lu Jian's power to clear up Wen's father's grievances.

After kowtowing, Wen Zeyan walked towards Ye Qingxin, "I have something to tell you."

This means to take a step to speak.

Ye Qingxin smiled distantly, "If you have something to say."

She felt that she and him had nothing to say behind their backs.

Seeing the persistence and indifference in her eyes, Wen Zeyan didn't know what it was like. Back then, the little girl who would discuss anything with him, followed him and called Brother Zeyan, and would walk with him hand in hand under the plane tree, was So lost by him.

He suppressed the surging emotions in his chest, and asked her in a deep voice: "Why didn't you tell me about such a big matter earlier?"

Yesterday he heard that the leaders of the city and the county had sent out condolences to a commoner, so he listened and didn't take it to heart. At noon today, he had no intention of hearing Lu Jian mention that the condolence person was Zhou Qiaoqiao. He asked for details. address, only to find out that Ye Qingxin’s mother had passed away.

Ye Qingxin said softly, "It's not too late for you to know now."

"Xinxin..." Wen Zeyan put his right hand into his pocket, took a step forward, then took out his right hand to hold Ye Qingxin's little hand, and stuffed something into her hand, "I was the one who was sorry for you. , We used to be together, I didn't give you any decent presents, I regretted it for a long time, I should have treated you better..."

Ye Qingxin felt what was in her hand, and asked with a smile: "So, do you want to compensate me? Or do you feel sorry for our helpless siblings?"

Wen Zeyan stuffed the card into Ye Qingxin's hand and withdrew it, took a step back, and kept a suitable distance, "I know you must not lack this now, but Xinxin, a man's heart is fickle, especially those with A man with money and power has too many women around him, and too many temptations..."

Before he came, he had heard from Lu Jian that Zhou Qiaoqiao's son-in-law was a nobleman from the capital, and a random donation would be the annual financial income of the city government. Such a man...would really like Ye Qingxin. Pretty girls who go out in small places?
There is no shortage of young, beautiful and attractive women in this society.

Men often just act on occasion...

Especially rich men.

"I'm afraid it's not the work of a gentleman to tell people's right and wrong behind their backs."

A familiar male voice came in, with a soft and casual tone, but the listener didn't dare to think that he was casual.

Ye Qingxin searched for the sound, and Jing Boyuan stood at the door with a cigarette in one hand and a bag in the other. He didn't know how long he stood there, and how much he heard.

It's just that the eyes he looked at were bottomless, resembling the Belize Blue Hole, visually inexplicable fear and fear in people's hearts.

Ye Qingxin tightly clenched the card in her hand, lowering her head and not daring to look into Jing Boyuan's eyes.

Jing Boyuan casually threw away the cigarette butt, stepped on it and walked over, took out the hand in his trouser pocket, took the card from her hand, then turned to Wen Zeyan, and said slowly, "Your surname."

Wen Zeyan looked at the man in front of him who was a little taller than him. Although he was not afraid, he was not at ease either.

Some people are born like this. You don’t need to deliberately do or say anything. Just watching with a pair of eyes can make you feel at a loss and mess up your thoughts.

This is a deterrent from the superior.

Wen Zeyan is only 26, no matter in terms of experience or temperament, he can't compare with a mature man who is nine years older than him.

He clenched his fists, "Your surname is Wen."

Jing Boyuan pursed his lips, wanting to smile or not, and said: "Mr. Wen, can you take a step to speak." Without waiting for Wen Zeyan's response, he directly raised his hand and made a 'please' gesture, "Please."

For this sake, even if Wen Zeyan is unwilling, it is hard to refuse.

Ye Qingxin watched the two walk into the yard, Jing Boyuan handed back the card in his hand to Wen Zeyan, he didn't know what he said, Ye Qingxin only saw that Wen Zeyan's complexion was a bit ugly, and she could also see his restrained.

Jing Boyuan occasionally raised his hand to pat Wen Zeyan's shoulder, like an elder encouraging a junior, Wen Zeyan's head lowered lower and lower.

As for identity and status, whoever has it is the leader.

Someone came to express their condolences, Ye Qingxin looked away from the two of them, she was busy entertaining guests, when Wen Zeyan had left, Jing Boyuan was shaking hands with a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes.

Today, in addition to relatives and city and county leaders, some businessmen came to express their condolences. The wreaths could no longer be placed, and Father Song arranged for some to be disposed of.

Almost all the dignified people in T City showed their faces, and the way relatives and neighbors looked at Ye Qingxin was quite different from before.

In the past, she was a pitiful creature in their eyes, but now she is a golden phoenix that can only shine.

After dinner in the evening, there were only neighbors chatting in twos and threes in the yard.

The sun was hanging in the west and hadn't set yet.

Pan Yang said, "The funeral car has been contacted and will be here at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

Father Song went on to say, "Mr. Feng Shui of the cemetery showed it to me. It was chosen not far from your grandpa and grandma. Yu Er helped find a few people to go to the grave tomorrow morning..."

Ye Qingxin nodded, "Thank you Uncle Song and Uncle Pan, thanks to your help, otherwise I don't know what to do."

Song's father said: "I didn't help much, so I just beat him up. Mr. Jing helped a lot. If it wasn't for Mr. Jing, Qiaoqiao would have walked away in desolation and loneliness. The cadres I met in the past two days were worse than I was. I’ve seen a lot of it on TV, if I say it in the future, I’ll see who dares to underestimate me..."

Mother Song saw that his words were getting more and more outrageous, so she kicked him under the table.

Father Song probably also realized that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly shut up and looked at Jing Boyuan with some embarrassment.

Jing Boyuan's expression didn't change, his legs crossed, his body leaned lightly on the back of the chair, calm and composed, as if he didn't hear those inappropriate words from Song's father at all.

He reached into his pocket and took out the cigarette case, and suddenly remembered something, and threw the cigarette case on the table casually.

Ye Qingxin naturally didn't care about Song's father's words, and changed the subject with a smile: "I don't know what happened to Tai Shishi?"

Pan Yang answered: "Is it the girl who was injured outside the yard today? I don't know." He didn't know Tai Zhengting's family.

Father Song sighed and said, "Just now I heard someone mention it. It is said that they are still being rescued. There is little hope of being rescued. Even if I save my life, I am afraid that I will be a useless person in this life..."

Song's mother said regretfully: "This Tai Zhengting's attack is too ruthless. My own daughter, how much hatred can she have when she is angry again, to make such a deadly attack, and I think that Shishi is very well-behaved, she is a lovely little girl."

At eleven o'clock at night, the yard was quiet.

Ye Qingguo fell asleep a long time ago, Ye Qingxin and Jing Boyuan were the only ones in the mourning hall, she leaned on Jing Boyuan's shoulder, the corners of her eyes were slightly moist, "Tonight is my last chance to accompany my mother, don't chase me away Did you sleep well?"

I have been busy with funerals for the past few days, so I have no time or thought to wash and tidy myself up. Jing Boyuan has the smell of a mature man after sweating, mixed with the smell of burning tobacco. It is neither heavy nor unpleasant. Qingxin's breath made her feel inexplicably at ease.

The heart that was hesitating because of the sudden death of his mother was slightly stable at this moment.

The reason why people love home is because there is a mother in the family. The mother is a rope tied to the child, leading thousands of children to find their way home no matter how far they go on the road of life.

When the mother is gone, the rope will be broken, and the child is a kite with a broken string. Wherever the wind makes you go, you will go there.

Jing Boyuan hugged her, stroked her hair with his thick and dry palms, and comforted her silently. He didn't force Ye Qingxin to go back to bed as he did the previous two nights, but Ye Qingxin opened her eyes again, still It's in my own room.

She was woken up by the alarm clock.

When I got out of bed, the sky was gray outside, and Dongfang had just spit white.

The relatives and neighbors who came to help have already come, there are quite a few people in the yard, they look busy, but they are also organized.

Jing Boyuan stood smoking outside the mourning hall.

Ye Qingxin noticed that his face seemed to be a little thinner than before, and the already cold and serious facial lines were even more stern, imperceptibly a little sharper.

Since he arrived in T City, he hasn't had a good night's sleep, and he has done all the things that should have been done by her.

Ye Qingxin walked over, stretched out her hand to hook the little finger of his right hand, and acted like a little girl.

"Boyuan..."

Seeing her coming, Jing Boyuan put out his cigarette, held her hand behind his back, "Go and eat something."

While Ye Qingxin was holding a bowl of porridge, some people came to the yard one after another. Wen Zeyan, who was caught by Jing Boyuan yesterday to 'encourage' a meal, also came, but he didn't come to Ye Qingxin's side, looking for Standing quietly in a corner smoking.

Tai Zhengting's family did not show up, and he knew that the Tai family must be in chaos now.

At six o'clock, the funeral car stopped at the entrance of the alley on time.

A group of people they knew and did not know followed the funeral car to the crematorium.

The moment Zhou Qiaoqiao was pushed into the cremation furnace, Ye Qingxin's legs gave way, and Jing Boyuan hugged her from behind.

Only at this moment did Ye Qingxin understand more deeply that from now on, there will be no such person as Zhou Qiaoqiao in this world, and she will never have a mother again.

　There are two updates.

　　Spoiler theater:

　　After the funeral, people went to the empty courtyard.

　　In the evening, under the quilt, Jing Boyuan hugged the girl, and covered the still flat belly with warm palms.

　　"Is that Wen Zeyan your first love?" He suddenly spoke, and what he said made Ye Qingxin's heart skip a beat.

　　Is this to settle accounts after autumn?
　　He didn't mention it from yesterday to today, she thought he had forgotten.

　　Jing Boyuan's inner OS: Forgot?hehe……

　　
　
(End of this chapter)