Rebirth of the rich and famous

Chapter 316 The Dust Settles
Quickly approaching, Song Xiaoye said lightly: "Take it in! Don't pay attention to this young lady..."

The worker who was arguing with Song Yazhi turned his head, caught a glimpse of Song Xiaoye, and was taken aback, "Ah, it's really Ms. Ye—well, okay, let's take it in and set it up first—"

Passing Song Yazhi, a few of them moved the wreath inside, and Song Yazhi immediately got annoyed, "Song Xiaoye, what are you doing? What kind of green onion are you! You came here to pretend to be the master's house, right?!"

Song Xiaoye frowned, and glanced coldly at Song Yazhi, "I seem to have seen a reporter just now..."

In a word, Song Yazhi immediately calmed down, subconsciously raised her hand to stroke her hair, and swept her eyes around.When no one was found, he glared at Song Xiaoye and drank in a low voice: "Are you kidding me?!"

"It's not to tease you, but to remind you to pay attention to your behavior and not lose your manners in front of guests."

Song Yazhi laughed, "Are you a guest?!"

Looking at Song Xiaoye, and then glanced at the few people behind her, Song Yazhi was even more flamboyant, "Song Xiaoye, ah, no, Ye Xiao, you are not a guest of our Song family, those few, you don't know where The ones brought here are not even the guests of the Song family."

Frowning, Song Xiaoye turned her head, nodded apologetically to Mao Yuxin and the others, then turned her head and waved at Song Yazhi, "Get out of the way! Whether I am a guest or not is up to you! Maybe, when you can You're welcome to treat me after the Song family is truly the master of the house..."

Looking up, Song Xiaoye looked behind Song Yazhi, smiled and called: "Third brother."

Song Yazhi didn't look back, but just sneered, "You really can't change it, and now you still want third brother to help you?"

Before she finished speaking, a cough sounded behind her, "Yazhi, what are you doing?"

Song Haohua blamed Song Yazhi in a low voice, glanced at Song Xiaoye, he nodded and smiled, and then looked at Mao Yuxin and the others, "I don't know, who is Director Mao of the Zhejiang Cultural Bureau?!"

Obviously, they have seen the inscription on the wreath.

To the Song family, officials from the mainland were a bit distant and irrelevant, but since they came to attend Song Shuhua's funeral, the Song family naturally had to warmly entertain them.

Seeing Song Haohua politely chatting with Mao Yuxin and others, and leading several people to the mourning hall, Song Yazhi twitched her lips, still not knowing what she did wrong.

"Isn't it just some kind of bureau chief? What is it? A big sesame official, even the chief executive is respectful when he sees grandpa..."

"It's a pity it's not for you." Couldn't help but interrupt, Song Xiaoye ignored Song Yazhi who was glaring over, and directly pulled Qiao Xuan into inspiration.

Although Grandma Jiugu believed in religion, the funeral was a combination of Chinese and Western styles.

The cemetery where they were buried later was a church cemetery, but now most of the mourning halls are decorated in Chinese style.

At a glance, there are already many guests in the mourning hall. In the front row, the Song family members are sitting. The old man is sitting in the middle, with his lips tightly pursed, and his eyes are only fixed on the portrait hanging in front of the gate. .

Beside him, the eldest wife Li Guanhua was sitting, next to him was the eldest son Song Zhenhai, and on both sides was his daughter Ma Song Shihui, but Song Zhenfeng and Wang Meiling were sitting far away.

Song Zhenfeng was alright, just with a straight face, but Wang Meiling looked a bit haggard.Although she had dressed up carefully, the dark circles under her eyes could not be covered.

Obviously, the so-called "pushing pregnant women off the elevator" really troubled Wang Meiling.This kind of thing, if you really did it behind your back, you'll do it, but it's not necessarily her who did it, and it's really annoying to be caught.

Under the guidance of Song Haohua, Mao Yuxin turned to his seat after the worship, and was being introduced to Mr. Song.

Although Mao Yuxin was personable, Mr. Song's smile was always a little cold.

Presumably, after seeing Mao Yuxin's inscription, the Song family also learned about Mao Yuxin's details from Ma Xinru.If it wasn't for the fact that Mao Yuxin now has the title of deputy director of the Cultural Bureau, Mr. Song probably wouldn't even see him.

With a glance, Song Xiaoye withdrew his gaze, and then saw the posthumous photo.

The posthumous photo was not a recent photo of Song Shuhua, but an old photo from a long time ago, which was refurbished and refurbished from an old photo that had been preserved for more than 50 years.

Just like in her previous life, Song Shuhua only hoped that the last image left was her beauty in full bloom.

In front of the plain white altar, Ma Xinru sat kneeling on the ground, wearing a hat made of linen, and holding paper money to be thrown into the altar in her hand. When the master of ceremonies called "A guest is here", she sat upright Body, to pay respects to the guests who came to express their condolences.

This kind of dress, this way of doing it, is clearly a self-proclaimed send-off for a mourning girl.

When Song Xiaoye came to the spirit table, Ma Xinru raised her head and stared at Song Xiaoye, her eyes did not hide the complacency.

Song Xiaoye didn't look at her, and took the three sticks of incense from the staff next to her. She respectfully offered the incense, bowed, and then turned to Ma Xinru.

"Family..." Before the master of ceremonies finished shouting, someone came out from behind the white curtain.

Someone called again, "Wait a minute..."

Song Xiaoye blinked, looking at Song Shifen in hemp clothes and a hemp hat, and Yu Li behind her, she just thought this was really funny.

"Still kneeling..." Yu Li touched Song Shifen, glanced around, and said with a smile: "Our aunt had no children before she was alive, so I have to show some filial piety to these juniors."

That's right, to show filial piety, wear hemp and filial piety, and send Jiugu's grandma for the last time, is it a matter of contention.

Song Xiaoye glanced over, Song Shifen met her eyes, but nodded with a smile, and greeted very politely, "Xiaoye, you're here..."

Her gentle attitude is much gentler than Ma Xinru who always pretends to be a lady in front of others.It seems that her relationship with Song Xiaoye has always been very friendly.

After greeting Song Xiaoye, she turned her head to look at Ma Xinru and said with a smile: "Xinru, you don't mind! Anyway, my surname is Song. Sending Aunt Jiu away will make her feel more at ease..."

"How could it be! Little aunt is willing to rush back, aunt does not know how happy she is!" Ma Xinru smiled without showing the slightest reluctance, and even made way for Song Shifen to kneel beside her.

Song Xiaoye lowered her eyes, her eyes fell on Ma Xinru's hand holding a corner of the sackcloth, and the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously.

"I want to see Grandma Jiugu for the last time..." She whispered, before waiting for others to respond, she turned to the back.

She had just entered the back hall when she heard footsteps behind her, but it was Ma Xinru who followed quickly.

Sensing that Ma Xinru was standing behind her, Song Xiaoye didn't look back, she took a few more steps, stood in front of the coffin and looked down at Grandma Jiugu who was sleeping in the coffin.

Although she had put on make-up, the face of the dead was still somewhat terrifying.No wonder Ma Xinru didn't follow her again.

"What else are you here for? The dust has settled, and it's useless for you to come now..."

Song Xiaoye raised the corners of her mouth, wondering why Ma Xinru gave in so politely just now.

Yes, at this time, it is too late to pretend to be filial.

"I'm just seeing off Grandma Jiu Gu, so I can't just pretend I don't know?! Why should Ms. Ma be nervous? Anyway, you said the dust has settled..."

Ma Xinru raised her eyebrows, then stared at Song Xiaoye who had a normal expression, then turned around and went out with a snort.

As soon as Ma Xinru left, Song Xiaoye immediately took out the small bottle from his pocket, found the cap, and scattered the ashes inside into the coffin with shaking hands.

She was also a little nervous about this.

"Well, grandma Jiugu, this is a fulfillment of your wish, right?! No matter what you asked for before, my master refused to give it to you..." Sighing softly, Song Xiaoye looked at it again, and felt that the face in the coffin The corners of the mouth are slightly upturned.

"Goodbye, Grandma Jiugu, I hope you and Shizu are happy in heaven..."

Turning around, Song Xiaoye sniffed, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes before walking out of the curtain.

"Really, why can't I be a mourner..."

When Song Xiaoye walked to her seat, she happened to hear Song Yazhi whispering.

Wang Meiling might be tired of hearing it, she shook off Song Yazhi's hand, and shouted: "I don't have that ability, so I just say a few words..."

Scared by Wang Meiling, Song Yazhi didn't dare to say any more.

Snorting coldly, Wang Meiling turned her head, met Song Xiaoye's eyes, and immediately frowned, not hiding her displeasure.

As if she didn't see it, Song Xiaoye sat in the back row, whispered to Mao Yuxin and others, and smiled at Qiao Xuan who came to hold her hand.

At ten o'clock, the hearse drove to the cemetery.The Song family had already arranged cars to pick up and drop off the guests. There were more than a hundred black extended Bentleys driving slowly along the long street in a long motorcade, with a solemn and luxurious look.

Sitting in the car, Qiao Xuan couldn't help but look back at the convoy behind him. Although he didn't say it out loud, he felt that such a scene was really like a story in a movie.

If you don't come to Hong Kong, you still don't know what kind of wealthy Song family is.Even in the mourning hall just now, he was shocked that the chief executive and several dignitaries who often appeared on TV also came to express their condolences!
There was also the man sitting next to him just now, he felt familiar at first, but after thinking about it, he remembered that it was the rich man who was famous for being a female star in the entertainment circle.

The guests who came to express condolences may not look so outstanding, but it is hard to say which one is the most important tycoon in Hong Kong!
Xiaoye, who grew up in such a family, is indeed worthy of the reputation of Miss Qianjin.

"What are you thinking?" Song Xiaoye turned her head and asked in a low voice.

Qiao Xuan smiled and did not hide it, "You know, many netizens on the Internet praised you as a natural daughter and aristocratic temperament."

"A daughter?!" Song Xiaoye laughed, "Some people say that I am an illegitimate daughter——Qiao Xuan, I have never been a daughter before! I haven't before, and I won't ever be."

Although her tone was calm, Qiao Xuan could feel the sadness behind her indifference, and couldn't help reaching out to hold her hand.

The sky was gloomy, and when the coffin entered the cave, it began to rain lightly.

In the solemn cemetery, with black dresses and white roses, some people were weeping softly, some were whispering wishes, and Ma Xinru had even fainted in the arms of her male companion.

In the sad atmosphere, Song Xiaoye sang in a low voice: "My family has little sister Jiu, who is admired for being smart and smart. She is an expert at drawing dragons, embroidery and phoenixes. She is good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I am looking for a famous teacher in Hangzhou. Jiumei wanted to come with her wholeheartedly. I thought that a man must study classics, but a daughter should too. I just blamed my father for being too stubborn, and finally left little Jiumei..."

It was the libretto in the Yue opera "The Butterfly Lovers". Before Song Shuhua, I heard it hundreds of times, but I never heard it again...

She sang the libretto so abruptly that many of the funeral guests looked sideways.

The Song family even frowned, and Song Zhenhai called out in a low voice: "Zhenfeng, don't worry about it..."

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