Don't mess with the rich girl

It's amazing. Su Cuiyun is Su Dashan's own daughter. Isn't she sad at all?

The car stopped on a half way covered with grass. There were many weeds and stones in front. The driver dared not drive the car rashly, and Mu Anren also said that there was no road in front, and the rest of the road had to rely on two feet.

She stepped on the edge of the ridge. Fortunately, she was wearing flat canvas shoes today and walked fairly smoothly. Su Cuiyun's situation is not very good. She is wearing a pair of slope heels and a white mink coat. She has a lot of barbs on the road and walks awkwardly. If Mu Anren hadn't helped her, she would have fallen into the field.

After climbing several steep slopes, Mu Qingqing looked at the mud house high above and felt familiar. The wild grass growing in spring almost drowned her. At the same time, it also covered the whole Su family, the whole house buried by wild grass. Fortunately, there is a weeded road ahead that allows them to walk in. She was sure that this was su Dashan's home, her grandfather's home.

"Qingqing, this is Grandpa's house." Mu Anren knew that she had been here when she was a child, but she must have no impression when she was too young, so she reminded her.

"I know." Mu Qingqing buried her head and then walked forward, feeling unprecedented heavy.

The families of the Su family and the Mu family are very different. The gap between the rich and the poor can be seen at a glance. The price of the house sold by the Su family is less than one ten thousandth of that of the Mu family.

But Su Cuiyun married Mu Anren. She looked back at Mu Anren. Was it really because of love that she married Su Cuiyun?

Walking into the open space of the Su family, a white headed woman with a snow-white filial piety scarf was sitting at the door. She was sitting on the bench in front of the door, crying and heartbroken.

Seeing several people coming up, Han Yuezhen slowly raised her head and looked at them.

"Mom." Su Cuiyun shouted to her, kicked the mud on her shoes on the edge of the cement steps, and looked back awkwardly at Mu Anren, as if she had scruples.

"It's Xiaoyu back." Han Yuezhen, with a sad face, got up and walked in the direction of Su Cuiyun.

"Mom, what are you talking about? I'm Cuiyun. You're old and confused." Su Cuiyun explained.

Han Yuezhen rubbed her crying eyes and wanted to come forward to pull Su Cuiyun's hand, but she avoided it.

"Aren't we back now? Let's do something." Su Cuiyun deliberately avoided, and Han Yuezhen was disappointed.

Mu Qingqing stepped forward, holding Han Yuezhen's hand without taboo, and said, "grandma, I'm Qingqing."

"Qingqing has grown so big..." Han Yuezhen was stunned.

"Well, Dad, how could something happen?" Su Cuiyun didn't bother to see what Mu Qingqing and Han Yuezhen said and went straight to the subject. She is not used to staying in this country for a long time, or she doesn't like here or home.

"In order to go to the forest to pick Xiaoyu's favorite raspberries as a tribute, your father slipped and fell off the edge of the cliff. A lot of blood came out of the back of his head. When I went down to find him, he was left with one breath." Han Yuezhen cried and looked sad.

Su Cuiyun's face was unnatural for a moment. But it was just a moment, and she soon recovered as usual.

"Where's the filial piety scarf? Put it on me." Su Cuiyun said with a pinch.

Han Yuezhen's short body turned around and took them to the small door next to her. When she came to the door, she stopped and said to Su Cuiyun, "don't come in when you are clear. The child is still young."

"HMM." Mu Qingqing obeyed and waited outside the door.

The main hall was an empty house. Everything in it had been moved to other houses. In the middle was a straw mat covered with white cloth. Mu Qingqing didn't dare to see it. She knew it was su Dashan's body.

Looking back on her last life, she didn't know whether Su Dashan died or not, because there was little contact between the two families, not even a phone call once a year. Maybe, but I didn't necessarily inform her.

But in this life, Mu Anren informed her, and she didn't know why.

It's very quiet here, with insects and birds, green mountains and green waters, and even no one from the Su family came to mourn. The silence was terrible.

Mu Qingqing felt a little seeping, but she couldn't help but use her perspective ability to see Su Dashan's body. Su Dashan's expression was very peaceful, just like the kindness of the past. Han Yuezhen washed his face without any blood on his face. Seeing this scene, Mu Qingqing bit her lips to keep her from crying. She is not a crying person.

In the room, after su Cuiyun and Mu Anren were dressed in snow-white filial piety clothes, Han Yuezhen took Su Cuiyun's hand and wrapped her eyes with tears, as if she had endured for a long time before she wanted to speak. She said, "Xiaoyu, your sister is gone, and the old man is gone. Your mother is the only daughter."

Su Cuiyun looked at her flustered and said, "Mom, what are you talking about? I'm Cuiyun. It's Cuiyu who died. You're confused."

"You two are mom's treasure in the palm. You eat the same food, wear the same clothes, and go everywhere together. People outside know that you are sister flowers, and no one can tell who is who. Mom is different from those outside, and I can tell my sister from my sister." what I didn't say outside just now, Han Yuezhen said it to Su Cuiyun.

"After all these years, your father has gone, Xiaoyu. You'd better use your own name." Han Yuezhen said from the bottom of her heart, holding Su Cuiyun's hand.

Su Cuiyun took his hand out of her hand and said impatiently, "stop talking. Let's finish dad's affairs."

Han Yuezhen looked at her and was speechless for a moment.

"The emperor loves his eldest son and the people love his youngest son. Xiaoyu, you are always our child. Mom doesn't want you to be unhappy." Han Yuezhen said sadly.

"I won't quarrel with you. I know dad is gone now. You are sad and confused. I said, I am Su Cuiyun, not su Cuiyu. Do you believe it or not." Su Cuiyun looked at her reluctantly.

"Mom, don't be too sad. We'll handle dad's affairs." Mu Anren comforted Han Yuezhen when he saw that Su Cuiyun was in a bad mood.

Han Yuezhen's lips moved, but looking at Su Cuiyun's unhappy face, she only said, "the old man is gone, and I'm an old woman."

"What are you talking about?" Su Cuiyun looked at her angrily.

"Mom, you talk, I'll see what to prepare." Mu Anren is a man who can breathe in the room. Naturally, he has to do everything.

Su Dashan left, and there was no coffin at home. Han Yuezhen sat at the door crying these days, and no one came to offer condolences. There were no items needed for the funeral. This is the top priority.

Mu Anren went outside and found that Mu Qingqing and the driver were gone, so he went in the direction of the car.

The car was still parked. The car was started. Mu Anren walked quickly to the car. He knew that there could not be a funeral home in the mountain, and the things needed for the funeral had to be arranged in the town.

"Qingqing, why did you get back in the car?" Mu Anren was relieved to see Mu Qingqing sitting inside. He was still worried.

"Dad is going to prepare funeral supplies? I wanted to go with the driver's uncle, but I had no money, so I had to wait for my father in the car." Mu Qingqing said honestly.

Mu Anren opened the co pilot's door and sat on it. "Don't be afraid. Your grandfather took you for a while before. He is a kind man."

"Dad, grandpa is gone. Can you take grandma to live with us? She will be very lonely if she lives here alone." Mu Qingqing thought a lot, even Han Yuezhen.

"These are adult affairs. We'll discuss them when we finish your grandfather's affairs." Mu Anren has his own plans.

Muqingqing looked at him in the rearview mirror and stopped talking.

I found a funeral train in the town. Mu Anren talked to his boss about what to buy. Mu Qingqing was responsible for sitting in the car in a daze.

Choosing tombstones and buying coffins, which seemed very far away from her, were suddenly in a mess. She realized that some people were slowly leaving her.

God gave her a chance to be reborn. Is it to let her come here to feel the pain of life and death? Mu Qingqing was confused.

The mourning hall of the Su family has been arranged, and Su Dashan's body has been properly put in the coffin. The sound of sadness and music is sad.

Han Yuezhen knelt on the futon and burned paper for him. Her eyes were silent.

"Qingqing, my mother's leg is bad. I was hurt some time ago. You help my mother kneel." Su Cuiyun divided a pile of paper money and gave it to Mu Qingqing in a soft tone.

Mu Qingqing stared at her for two seconds, looked back and saw Su Dashan's coffin and said, "Grandpa's spirit in heaven will bless your legs."

Su Cuiyun's face turned white and he knelt down. One hand threw the stack of paper money into the burning stove.

Mu Qingqing knelt beside her. It's not that she doesn't help Su Cuiyun kneel, but that she doesn't like Su Cuiyun's filial piety.

"Grandpa, go all the way." Mu Qingqing lifted her red lips and said sadly.

After death, some people came one after another. Mu Anren contacted the relatives of the Su family and the Han family. They were very sorry to hear that Su Dashan had died.

Su Dashan has always lived on the hillside. Since ten years ago, he hasn't been around much. Usually, no one wants to call them on the hillside for anything. He hasn't been in touch for so many years. No one knows when Su Dashan died. But Su Dashan was a good man and honest in the past. The people in the village still didn't have any bad comments on him and were willing to send him on the last trip.

Mu Anren arranged the funeral and agreed that they didn't have to give money, just give Su Dashan a ride. Many people sent wreaths to Su Dashan and filled the mourning hall.

After kneeling for a while, Su Cuiyun couldn't hold on. The slope heel shoes under her feet made her feel miserable. She got up and went to one side of the room and sat on Han Yuezhen's bed.