Chapter 307 289: The Bosses Gather in the Capital!
Write the closing paragraph.
Old lady Song looked up at the clock on the wall.
It was already past five in the morning.
In a few moments, the children would wake her up for breakfast.
After thinking about it, Mrs. Song picked up the pen again and wrote the date.
Renyin year, the first day of the first month of the lunar calendar, at five o'clock in the morning.
Shangguan Suihe Liu.
this moment.
She is no one's wife, no one's mother, no one's grandma.
She is just herself.
Shangguan Suihe.
After a while, Mrs. Song put pen to paper, folded up the suicide note, and put it in a beautiful envelope.
Seemingly feeling that the words suicide note were too heavy, Mrs. Song picked up the pen again and wrote these words on the envelope: Fairy Shangguan Suihe has something to say.
No matter when, she is that happy little fairy.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Song's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and her eyes seemed to be filled with stars.
In fact, if you look carefully, you can see that Song Wei and Mrs. Song have the same eyes.
Both of them had a pair of very beautiful peach eyes.
Mrs. Song put the envelope on the desk, and then took out a photo from the cabinet.
The photos are a bit dated.
However, because it is well preserved, there is no fading in the black and white photos.
The man in the photo is about thirty-five years old.
Thick eyebrows and big eyes.
The eyes are deep, and the formal attire is very imposing. Just looking at it like this makes me feel extremely safe.
Here is Song Zhichuan, the old man of the Song family, when he was young.
Song Zhichuan joined the editorial at the age of 15, became famous throughout China at the age of 19, and met the old lady Song at the age of 22.
Both of them are vigorous and resolute characters, and they officially got married at the age of 24.
In the same year, Mrs. Song was disarmed and returned to the farmland, and lived a life of husband and son.
At the age of 24, the two had their first child.
26 years old with a second child.
Song Zhichuan likes her daughter very much. Originally, the two didn't want to have another child, but in order to satisfy Song Zhichuan's wish, at the age of 27, she gave birth to a third child, but unfortunately, the third child
It was also this year, when the mountains and rivers were turbulent, he took up the steel gun again and joined the battlefield without hesitation.
Mrs. Song has been waiting for three years.
But three years later, what she waited for was not her husband, but a bone of bones.
She was waiting for you to return with red makeup, but unexpectedly she was dressed in white to lead you back. Mrs. Song cried all day and night holding her husband's belongings.
Most of her hair turned white overnight.
Song Zhichuan was steadfast, and finally embarked on the road that made Xu Guo difficult for Xu Qing.
The next day, Mrs. Song wiped away her tears, put on her old uniform, entrusted the child to her parents, and stepped onto the battlefield without hesitation.
She knows very well the reason why the thieves are still at home.
Sometimes, defending the country is not just a man's responsibility, women should also take the lead.
This time, it will be ten years.
Returning again, she has changed from a 28-year-old young woman to a middle-aged woman who is nearly 40 years old.
She gave all the best years of her life to the battlefield.
But she has no regrets.
In the past ten years, she has created countless myths on the battlefield and made great contributions in a red dress.
After taking off her war robe, she let go of her past glory and became that ordinary mother again.
Many people advised her to remarry.
After all, she is still young.
The days to come are still long.
But she didn't.
How can a person who works with eagles be willing to live with sparrows?
"Zhichuan, I'm here to accompany you."
When Xu Shi recalled the past, Mrs. Song's eyes were very red. She held the photo close to her heart, and tears fell down one drop after another.
"Although we don't have a daughter, we have a very beautiful and sensible granddaughter. She is the pride of our family. You must have seen it in the sky, right?"
"You must bless our big family, prosperity and success."
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Mrs. Song said a lot.
Thinking that she would soon see her husband whom she hadn't seen for many years, she sat down on the dressing table again, took out her lipstick, and slowly painted.
Then he picked up the jewelry and put it on.
Although the person in the mirror is old, there is a kind of elegant beauty that cannot be ignored.
It is also in response to that sentence.
Lord Mo Xiao with white hair and flowers, time has never defeated a beauty.
After putting on her makeup, Mrs. Song lay on the bed with all her clothes on, holding Song Zhichuan's photo in her hand.
Her consciousness is slowly blurring.
Vaguely, she saw her boy walking towards her.
"Suihe, I'm here to pick you up."
"Zhichuan."
Looking at her long-lost face, Mrs. Song showed a happy smile.
8 o'clock in the morning.
Zheng Mei and her two sisters-in-law prepared breakfast.
"Yanyan, go ask your grandma to go downstairs for dinner."
"OK."
Song Wei wore a specially customized New Year's dress and went upstairs to call Mrs. Song.
She stands at the door.
Reach out and knock on the door.
"grandmother."
Perhaps the voice was too low, and there was no response from inside.
Song Hua increased the decibel.
But there was still no response.
At this time, Song Wei already had some bad premonitions in her heart.
It happened that Song Xiuwei passed by here.
"Second Uncle, come here."
"What's the matter Yanyan?" Song Xiuwei trotted over immediately.
Song Xiuwei frowned, "I came to wake grandma up for dinner, but she never responded."
Mrs. Song's health was not good, and Song Xiuwei also noticed the abnormality, and immediately went downstairs to call someone.
The door was locked from the inside.
Song Xiuwei contacted the master lockpicker, and Song Wei asked for a thin wire, "Let me try this."
On the first day of the new year, everyone is on vacation, and there may not be any master lockpickers working.
Slap.
As soon as the wire was inserted into the lock cylinder, the door opened.
Especially amazing.
But at this time, everyone was no longer surprised why Song Hua unlocked it, and rushed into the room immediately.
"mom!"
"grandmother!"
I saw that Mrs. Song was lying on the bed neatly dressed, with a scrutinized face, a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, holding a photo of Mrs. Song when he was young.
Song Hua immediately went to feel for Mrs. Song's pulse.
The old man had just left, his body was still warm, but he had no pulse.
"Huahua, how is your grandma?" Song Xiuwei asked anxiously.
Although he knew the situation was not good, Song Xiuwei still held a glimmer of hope in his heart.
Song Wei shook her head.
Mrs. Song is ninety-three years old this year, and her various organs are beginning to fail. In addition, she has been frostbitten by heavy snow, so it is already a miracle that she can survive until this Spring Festival.
If it weren't for the belief in his heart, the old man would not be able to survive until now.
Fortunately, the old man passed away happily.
She has no regrets in this world.
"mom!"
Song Xiuwei and his two younger brothers couldn't believe it
"Mom, how can you just leave?" Zheng Mei and several sisters-in-law knelt on the ground, crying bitterly.
Although they knew that Mrs. Song would not be able to last long, none of them expected that Mrs. Song would leave so suddenly.
Especially the daughters-in-law.
Mrs. Song is a very good mother-in-law.
The conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in other families are completely absent in theirs. Not only do they not exist, but they are peaceful.
Mrs. Song treated her daughters-in-law even better than her own son.
Therefore, several daughters-in-law also treated Mrs. Song as their own mother.
Now Mrs. Song passed away suddenly, and the three daughters-in-law couldn't accept it.
"grandmother!"
The people in the room knelt on the ground.
If Mrs. Song is still conscious, she should be very relieved to see the children and grandchildren everywhere.
The three brothers Song Xiuwei, Song Xiuwei and Song Xiuwei immediately went to prepare the old man's travel money.
The saying in the capital is that after the old man passed away, the children would personally burn paper money to buy roads for ghost messengers, otherwise the soul of the old man would not be able to walk across the Huangquan Road and set foot on the Naihe Bridge.
Although it is the first day of the new year.
But under Song Xiuwei's contact, the owner of the paper shop quickly sent paper money, boys and girls, and a carriage.
"Mom, you go all the way."
Song Xiuwei, Song Xiuwei, and Song Xiuwei brothers knelt on the ground to burn paper money, almost weeping.
Zheng Mei and the three sisters-in-law notified the funeral home to prepare for the funeral.
at this moment.
Zhao Ping found the suicide note left by Mrs. Song on the desk.
[The little fairy Shangguan Suihe has something to say. 】
Obviously it is a very heavy matter, but Mrs. Song expresses it in such a joking way.
Zhao Ping laughed while crying, "This little old lady is still so naughty when she is about to come."
As the eldest son, Song Xiuwei read the suicide note in front of everyone:
"Boys, I'm so happy to have a very happy new year with you."
"At this moment, I am very happy and very sober. I think this should be the happiest moment in my life."
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Mrs. Song has three sons, three daughters-in-law, five grandsons and one granddaughter.
Everyone she mentioned.
Even Song Boyang was kept in her heart.
In addition, she also divided her property into six parts.
Song Bochen, Song Boyuan, Song Boyang, Song Boyi, Song Boxan, and Song Wei each have a copy.
"Yanyan is a girl. She has suffered 18 years outside, so I gave more of these things to Yanyan. As elder brothers, you must remember to protect your sister, and don't allow anyone to bully our Song family. girl."
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"When the flowers bloom and fade, the end is actually a new beginning. I am just protecting you in a different way. Children, don't be sad, and don't be sad. I am really happy to have you with me in the last part of my life. .”
After reading a letter, Song Xiuwei burst into tears.
Hoarse voice.
The person kneeling on the ground also cried bitterly.
After a while, Song Xiuwei calmed down, looked at Song Bochen, and then said, "Go and tell Boyang to come back to attend grandma's funeral. Send her for the last time."
Since Mrs. Song mentioned Song Boyang, Song Boyang must be notified.
In fact, what people don't know is.
After returning to Song's house, Mrs. Song secretly visited Song Boyang again, but she didn't show up.
After all, he is a descendant of the Song family, and Song Boyang has indeed repented. After much deliberation, Mrs. Song decided to divide part of the property and give it to him.
"Okay." Song Bochen nodded.
Then, Song Xiuwei looked at Song Boyuan again, "You go to U City."
Mrs. Song has many old friends in U City.
The last part of life must be known to those old friends.
"good."
Song Xiuwei looked at Song Boyi again, "Boyi, you go to Jiangcheng. The old lady of the Su family has been friends with your grandma for many years. You must personally inform her about this matter."
Because Song Boyan is still young, there are no arrangements for the time being.
The two brothers, Song Xiuwei and Song Xiuwei, went back to their hometown and informed their relatives to come to the funeral.
Song Xiuwei needs to stay at home to receive the guests who came to express their condolences.
At this moment, Song Xiuwei seemed to think of something, "Huahua, please inform Xiaoyu."
Before leaving, Mrs. Song was quite satisfied with Yu Tingzhi.
After all, this person has passed the tests of Mrs. Song.
"Um."
Song Wei's eyes were red and swollen, she nodded, "Yeah."
This year is Song Boyang's first time celebrating the New Year outside alone.
In previous years, the Song family celebrated the New Year together.
one person.
How many are a little deserted.
However, he has no one to blame, and this is his own fault.
Just when Song Boyang was depressed, the doorbell rang in the air.
Song Boyang walked over to open the door.
When the door opened, he froze.
The person who came was actually Song Bochen.
He didn't expect that he would still see Song Bochen come over in his lifetime.
Song Boyang was flattered and even stammered, "Big brother."
Song Bochen was busy with travel and dust, and there was no other expression on his face, his eyes were still a little red, "Grandma passed away, you come home with me."
died?
Song Boyang's expression changed.
How, how could this happen?
After a while, Song Boyang continued: "Isn't grandma's operation quite successful? What's going on here?"
Hearing this, Song Bochen was stunned, "Have you been to grandma?"
This is what he did not expect.
I thought Song Boyang had lost his conscience, but he didn't expect Song Boyang to visit Mrs. Song quietly.
"Well, I've been." Song Boyang nodded.
After the words fell, Song Boyang immediately said again: "Brother, you, you are not kidding me, are you?"
On the day Mrs. Song was discharged from the hospital, he also went to see her in secret.
Mrs. Song is very energetic. When she walks, she can even kick stones.
did not expect.
I didn't expect things to turn out like this.
Song Bochen sighed, "Come back with me first."
Song Boyang's eyes turned red immediately, he simply tidied up, changed his clothes, and followed Song Bochen back home.
At this time, all the couplets and window grilles of the Song family had been torn off.
Instead, elegiac couplets and white lanterns.
A layer of sadness hangs in the air.
According to the customs of the capital, when an elderly person over 80 dies, it is called happy mourning.
Mrs. Song is ninety-three this year, and it is a happy funeral, so she has to stay at home for three days and entertain guests.
Also ask Taoist priests to come back and practice.
depends on the day.
The mourning hall of Mrs. Song was set up in the reception pavilion, and the old man was lying quietly in the ice coffin, with a faint smile on her lips, and her remains were peaceful.
Song Hua just knelt there, burning paper money.
There was clearly no expression on his face, but his whole body was covered by a layer of sadness, which made people feel distressed.
Song Boyang didn't dare to believe the truth until he saw the mourning hall, and ran in from outside crying, "Grandma, grandma"
I thought Mrs. Song had recovered.
How could the old man leave so suddenly.
"Grandma, I still have a lot of things to tell you! Why did you leave!" Song Boyang hugged the ice coffin, crying bitterly, "It was my fault in the past, it was my fault, open your eyes to see if I am okay Okay? Slap me again!"
"grandmother!"
At this time, Song Boyang regretted very much, regretted that he did not repent in front of Mrs. Song when Mrs. Song was still alive.
He was wrong!
He was so wrong.
the other side.
When Yu Tingzhi received Song Wei's message, he felt it was too sudden.
He immediately put down what he was doing, got on the plane and rushed to the capital.
Song Wei and Mrs. Song have such a deep relationship. At this moment, she should be the one who has the most difficulty accepting the reality.
Especially Mrs. Song was seriously ill because she wanted to pray for Song Hua.
Thinking of this, Yu Tingzhi was very disturbed.
Can't wait to appear in front of Song Wei all at once.
After all, the two-and-a-half-hour flight is still a bit long.
Jiangcheng and Beijing are two different weathers.
At this time, the sky in Jiangcheng was clear, and one had to wear sunscreen when traveling, but in the capital city, Yu Tingzhi had just stepped out of the airport when heavy snow fell outside.
The driver held up his umbrella and walked over, "Sir, be careful when slipping."
Yu Tingzhi did not speak.
Follow the driver to the back seat.
Yu Tingzhi asked his assistant to order a wreath.
It took about an hour to arrive at the Song Family Manor.
Yu Tingzhi didn't let the assistant follow, but took the black umbrella from the assistant's hand, "Go back first."
"Good sir."
The assistant turned and left.
Yu Tingzhi followed the servant's guidance and came to the mourning hall.
First, I greeted Song Xiuwei and Zheng Mei. The rule in the capital is that guests who come to express their condolences must drink a cup of hot tea before bowing to the deceased. Therefore, Yu Tingzhi had to go through all the procedures before going to the mourning hall.
Song Xiuwei aged several years in one day, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Yanyan is not in a good condition, Xiaoyu, please comfort her."
"Good Uncle, condolences to you and Auntie."
"Yes." Song Xiuwei nodded.
Saying condolences is easier said than done, after all, the person lying in the ice coffin is his mother.
The mother who gave birth to him and raised him.
Song Xiuwei didn't have a deep impression of his father, but when he was a child, whenever he mentioned his mother, his face would be full of pride.
Yu Tingzhi came to the mourning hall and bowed to Mrs. Song.
Have someone place the wreath.
Then, his eyes fell on Song Wei, his eyes were full of distressed expressions, he squatted down, and comforted in a low voice: "Huanhua, grandma is dying, don't be too sad, she just continued to guard her in another way. you."
Hearing this, Song Wei raised her eyes to look at Yu Tingzhi, as if something was touched in her heart.
because
Mrs. Song also said so in her suicide note.
After all, she couldn't hold back, hugged Yu Tingzhi, and cried out, "Brother Yu, I don't have a grandma anymore."
Seeing her finally bursting into tears, Song Xiuwei and Zheng Mei also heaved a sigh of relief.
Since Mrs. Song left.
Song Wei didn't say a word, she didn't cry, she wasn't angry, even though her eyes were red, she could hold back the tears.
The Song family is very worried about Song Hua.
I'm worried that she won't be able to survive if she can't find a breakthrough point.
Yu Tingzhi patted Song Hua's back and comforted him softly, "Hua Hua, grandma walked away with a smile, which shows that she was very happy when she was dying. Her old man has no regrets. Life has a beginning and an end. Grandma Compared with us, they just arrived at the station earlier."
How could Song Wei not know this truth?
But as long as she thought that Mrs. Song was unconscious in the snow because she wanted to pray for her, she couldn't control her emotions.
There will never be another such a good grandma in the world.
She will not let go of those who hurt Mrs. Song.
Absolutely not.
Yu Tingzhi took out the handkerchief that he carried with him, and carefully wiped away the tears on Song Hua's face.
the other side.
Jiangcheng.
Song Boyuan came to Su's house.
The old lady Su was making tea and watching a play. When she saw the servant bringing Song Boyuan over, she was a little surprised and said with a smile, "Boyuan, what's wrong with you? Where's your grandma?"
But what Song Boyuan said next made Mrs. Su's smile froze at the corner of her mouth.
"What, what?"
Old Madam Su shook her hand, and the teacup fell directly to the ground.
Slap.
Break it to pieces.
Song Boyuan said with red eyes, "Grandma Su, my grandma passed away around eight o'clock this morning, and my dad asked me to notify you."
"Suihe, Suihe."
The old lady Su almost burst into tears.
She was as old as Mrs. Song, and their fate was very similar.
One lost her husband in her early years, and the other lost her son in her later years.
Today, Mrs. Song finally lived a happy life, but at this time...
Old lady Su almost passed out.
Song Boyuan immediately supported the old lady Su, "Grandma Su, you have to take care of yourself."
The old lady Su suppressed her sadness and looked at Song Boyuan, "I was chatting with your grandma a few days ago, and she said she was in good health. Why, why did she leave suddenly?"
After a long time, Mrs. Su had to accept this reality, and went to the capital with Su Shiyue that afternoon.
Because the Song family had other relatives in Jiangcheng, Song Boyuan had to stay and inform other relatives.
Su Shiyue didn't have any special feelings for Mrs. Song. To him, she was just an old man who played better with his grandmother.
When the grandfather and grandson arrived in the capital, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.
It is not appropriate to go to condolences at this time.
Have to wait until tomorrow morning.
Tonight, the Song family was brightly lit, so it was destined to be a sleepless night.
at the same time.
Zheng family.
Mrs. Zheng was wearing a red mink coat and was asking her servant to paint her nails. "Old Zheng, I heard that the old lady of the Song family is gone?"
Zheng Xiangbang nodded, "Well, I left at eight o'clock this morning."
Hearing this, Mrs. Zheng narrowed her eyes, "Then are you going to pay condolences tomorrow?"
The Song family is the number one family in the capital, so Zheng Xiangbang naturally wants to go.
Mrs. Zheng frowned and said, "Remember to wear something to ward off evil spirits. You said that this old lady is really true. She will die sooner or later. She must die in the first month! The bad luck is dead."
Unfortunately, they had to go.
As long as she thought that Zheng Xiangbang would go to Song's house to mourn on the morning of the second day of the first lunar month, Mrs. Zheng's heart would panic.
I have already scolded Mrs. Song a thousand or eight hundred times in my heart.
Zheng Xiangbang was not as thoughtful as women and Taoists. He curled the corners of his lips and continued, "Mrs. Song is ninety-three years old, and she is considered to be at the end of her life. However, once the old lady leaves, the sky in the capital may change."
Why can the Song family cover the sky with one hand in the capital?
It's not because of the big tree Mrs. Song!
When Mrs. Song was young, she lived a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife, so she accumulated a lot of contacts and influence. In the capital, whoever mentioned Mrs. Song immediately gave a thumbs up and praised a hero among women!
The old lady Song's departure is equivalent to the tree falling and the monkeys scattered. At that time, can Song Xiuwei support the Song family?
What a joke!
Therefore, after Mrs. Song's death, the power in the capital must be cleaned up again.
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zheng immediately withdrew her hand from doing manicure, looked at Zheng Xiangbang, "Yes! Why didn't you think of it!"
Now, the Song family is the dominant family in the capital, and the Bai family is no exception.
The ninth child of the Bai family seems to be stingy and has nothing to do with a man, but he is definitely not someone to be taken lightly.
Only the Zheng family's status in the capital is very embarrassing.
The Zheng family is no better than the Song family, and the Bai family is no better than the Bai family.
Zheng Xiangbang lit a cigar, "It's time to come to our Zheng family!"
Their Zheng family has been suppressed by the Song family for too long.
Mrs. Zheng nodded with a smile. As long as she thinks that she can be like Zheng Mei in the future, no matter where she appears, she will be a star-studded existence, and she will be very excited.
Born as a human being, who doesn't want to be a master who is sought after by others?
the second day.
Mrs. Su and Su Shiyue came to Song's house first.
The two came to the mourning hall after drinking hot tea.
Looking at her old friend in the coffin, Mrs. Su's emotions, which had finally stabilized, collapsed at this moment, "Suihe! Suihe! Why did you go?"
Scenes of the past seem to be happening right in front of my eyes, but my old friend who fought side by side with me in the past is already lying in a cold coffin.
"Suihe! Open your eyes and look at me!"
Su Shiyue's mood was fairly stable, and he stood aside and bowed to Mrs. Song.
At this moment, Su Shiyue's eyes were attracted by the back of the girl who was burning paper money.
It's just a back view, but it feels so familiar.
yes.
Song Wei!
Su Shiyue suddenly remembered that Song Hua was the daughter of the Song family who had been missing for many years.
Thinking of his absurd guesses before, Su Shi felt even more ashamed.
Su Shiyue was in a complicated mood, hesitating whether to step forward to comfort Song Hua.
At this moment, a slender figure walked out from the nearby room.
The man was wearing a black windbreaker. He was tall and had long legs. His face was like a jade crown. He held a black coat in his hand and gently put it on Song Wei's back. "Are you thirsty? I'll get you some water."
"Not thirsty." Song Wei shook her head slightly.
Yu Tingzhi took the paper money from Song Hua's hand, "I'll take a look here, you go into the house and rest for a while."
"I am not tired."
Yu Tingzhi sighed softly, he understood Song Hua's mood at this time, and didn't say anything more, and knelt here with Song Hua.
Su Shiyue's eyes fell on Yu Tingzhi, a little puzzled.
Who is this man.
He heard Song Xiuwei calling him Xiaoyu again.
Su Shi Yue frowned slightly.
Could it be
This man is Yu Tingzhi.
Song Hua and Yu Tingzhi's engagement has not yet been dissolved?
Thinking of this, Su Shiyue was very surprised.
Next, Zhou Zi and Mr. Bai also followed.
Mr. Bai, who has always been frugal, suddenly became very generous and asked someone to send a row of wreaths.
In his words, there is nothing important except life and death.
Mrs. Song has already left.
Naturally, he wouldn't be stingy about this kind of thing.
If people have to calculate such things, then life is too boring.
Compared with Zhou Zi, Mr. Bai's mood is quite normal.
After all, he doesn't have any deep relationship with Mrs. Song.
Zhou Zi empathized with Song Wei, hugged Song Wei, and cried, "Grandma Song is so nice, she just left!"
It's all Si Yue's fault!
If it wasn't for Si Yue, Mrs. Song would definitely be fine.
Zhou Zi scolded Si Yue ten thousand times in his heart.
There will be no good retribution for Si Yue.
Knowing that Mrs. Song had an accident, Li Yan and Yun Shiyao, who were far away in Jiangcheng, also rushed over by plane overnight.
Yue Dengfeng and Sun Qian's couple also brought their children.
Although someone persuaded them that children under one year old cannot attend the funeral, the couple didn't care so much.
Song Wei is the benefactor of their family, and now that Mrs. Song has passed away, they should bring their children to send the old lady off for the last time.
Ten o'clock in the morning.
Yue Dengfeng and Sun Qian rushed to Song's house with their children.
After the couple bowed to Mrs. Song, they came over to comfort Song Wei, "Miss Song, the dead have passed away, and the living must be strong. The old lady is ninety-three this year, and she is a blessed person. We should pay her respects. Happiness is."
Under normal circumstances, joys and sorrows are joyful, after all, everyone will go through this way.
Looking at the smile on Mrs. Song's face, one could tell that the old man walked very peacefully.
No regrets, no pain.
"Well," Song Wei nodded slightly, her eyes fell on the child Yue Dengfeng was holding, "Why did you two bring Ning Ning?"
Under normal circumstances, people with children at home would be very taboo about this matter.
Because children's eyes are very clean and pure, it is easy to see some spirits.
Sun Qian said: "It's okay, we don't pay attention to this. Besides, the old lady is a blessed person. We would rather come here, and we can follow the old lady's blessing of longevity!"
A few words are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Those who listen feel comfortable.
Not long after, Li Yu and Yun Shiyao also arrived. Seeing them coming, Zhou Zi was very surprised, "I thought you wouldn't come!"
Li Yan said: "Grandma Song left for such a big event, how could we not come?"
Yun Shiyao looked at Zhou Zi, and asked worriedly, "Brother Hua, are you okay?"
Zhou Zi sighed, "It's neither good nor bad."
Li Yan said with red eyes: "Grandma Song and Brother Hua have such a good relationship, Brother Hua must be very sad now!"
Not to mention Song Wei, even when they heard the news, they couldn't accept it.
Several people bowed to Mrs. Song and came to comfort Song Wei.
Song Wei said: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry. It's hard work for you, I came here on the second day of the new year."
Hearing this, Li Yan frowned slightly, "Brother Hua, what are you talking about! We are best friends! Not to mention the second day of the Lunar New Year, even if it is the 30th of the Lunar New Year, we will come directly!"
Yun Shiyao followed suit and nodded.
There are many guests from the Song family.
Almost all the bigwigs from the capital came.
The Zheng family is naturally among them.
Zheng Xiangbang came with his wife.
After all, this kind of thing is too unlucky, especially now is the new year.
But Mrs. Zheng was still a little curious, and wanted to make friends with more noble ladies during the funeral, so she followed along.
In order not to be affected by bad luck, Mrs. Zheng also stuffed several Buddhist items to ward off evil spirits into the bag.
Looking at the door, there are rows and rows of wreaths.
Mrs. Zheng walked up to the wreath, looked at the signature on it, her face was full of surprise, and she couldn't help sighing: "As expected of the Song family! Those who come to send the wreath are basically the famous people in the capital!"
Zheng Xiangbang looked around and saw that there was no one around, raised the corners of his lips, and said disdainfully: "This is the last time!"
These people can send wreaths, basically because of the face of the dead.
After Mrs. Song was buried, who would care about Song Xiuwei's face?
Totally impossible!
Zheng Xiangbang has worked hard in the mall for a long time, so he naturally knows that there is no real emotion in the business field.
"The Bai family and the Zhou family are also here!" Mrs. Zheng suddenly saw the name of the head of the Bai family.
It stands to reason that the Bai family and the Song family are in a competitive relationship. At this time, the Bai family shouldn't come here.
Hearing this, Zheng Xiangbang squinted his eyes, and he saw the wreaths sent by the Bai family and the Zhou family.
After a while, he seemed to think of something, and continued: "I heard that the ninth son of the Bai family has a deep friendship with Song Bochen."
Regardless of whether it is true or false, at this time, you should talk about your feelings.
Just when the two were about to leave, a group of people brought wreaths and quickly arranged them. At the same time, a stretched Lincoln stopped at the door.
Zheng Xiangbang was about to walk into the gate of the Song family, but at this moment, Mrs. Zheng took his hand.
"Wait a moment."
"What's wrong?"
Mrs. Zheng's voice trembled a little, "You, you, look at whose signature is on the wreath?"
Zheng Xiangbang looked over.
I saw that the signature on the wreath was Lu Yan.
"Lu, Governor Lu?"
Even if Zheng Xiangbang was thinking about it, he couldn't imagine that Lu Yan had any friendship with the Song family.
Why did Lu Yan also send a wreath?
Before Zheng Xiangbang could react, a new wreath was delivered.
This time, the name on the wreath surprised Zheng Xiangbang even more.
Country P.
Garcia family.
Who doesn't know that the Garcia family in country P is a noble among nobles.
There is also the Royal Chamber of Commerce in country P.
The wreaths were constantly updated, and Zheng Xiangbang even saw political figures who could only be seen on the news
Best of all, there's more than one.
It is not a secret in the capital that Mrs. Song is a female general.
But Zheng Xiangbang never expected that Mrs. Song's identity would be so powerful.
Even such big bosses are here!
For a moment, Zheng Xiangbang was even a little dizzy.
It took a long time for Zheng Xiangbang to react.
The two then came to the hall of the Song family.
Because there were too many guests, the three brothers of the Song family all joined the team to receive the guests, including several grandchildren of Mrs. Song.
Song Boyang was also included.
Seeing Song Boyang, Zheng Xiangbang was a little confused.
Didn't it mean that Song Boyang was kicked out by the Song family? And crossed his name out of the family tree?
But Zheng Xiangbang did not show it, and symbolically comforted Song Bochen who received him, "The dead are dead, and the living are like this!"
Song Bochen nodded, "Uncle Zheng, please, there are too many visitors today, please forgive me for not being well received."
"Nephew Song Xian, what are you talking about! They are all our own people, so don't look outside!"
After receiving Zheng Xiangbang, Song Bochen was busy receiving the next guests.
Thanks to the relatively large Song Family Manor, otherwise, it really wouldn't be able to accommodate so many guests.
Zheng Xiangbang walked along the way, and met many important people who can only be seen in the news. He wanted to go up to make acquaintances, but he didn't know what excuse to find.
If you are ignored by a big shot, you will be ashamed!
Zheng Xiangbang looked at Mrs. Zheng, and said in a low voice, "Ms. Song's funeral is so beautiful! I don't know if we can have half of it!"
Mrs. Zheng was speechless, "Why are you saying such unlucky things?"
Zheng Xiangbang laughed directly, "Can you still not die?"
He just felt it.
Mrs. Zheng's gaze was attracted by a figure in front of her, "Look, is that Miss Song?"
Hearing this, Zheng Xiangbang looked up.
"is her."
Mrs. Zheng swallowed her throat, her eyes were full of sighs, she didn't believe that Miss Song looked like a fairy.
did not expect.
Miss Song is even more beautiful than rumored.
It's just so beautiful!
Mrs. Zheng's tone was a bit sour, "Zheng Mei looks just like that, why is her daughter so pretty?"
"Zheng Mei looks like that?" Hearing this, Zheng Xiangbang said speechlessly, "Are you blind?"
Zheng Mei is a well-known beauty in Beijing. She also has an older sister who is even more beautiful. Zheng Xiangbang never expected his wife to say such a thing.
Hearing this, Mrs. Zheng frowned and said, "No wonder people say that you have a crush on Zheng Mei! Tell me! Do you really like her?"
"Make trouble for no reason!" Zheng Xiangbang didn't bother to talk to her.
Mrs. Zheng was relentless.
Zheng Xiangbang was a little angry, "Please pay attention to the occasion! This is the mourning hall of Mrs. Song, so what if I like Zheng Mei? I'm already married to you and have a child!"
Besides, Zheng Mei wouldn't take a fancy to him either.
Who didn't have a white moonlight when he was young?
Mrs. Zheng was about to die of anger, but she couldn't say anything more.
After drinking tea, the two came to the mourning hall to bow to Mrs. Song, only to realize that there was still a queue for bowing!
Because there are too many people who came to see Mrs. Song off!
Soon, the three-day suspension time passed.
It was the day of Mrs. Song's funeral.
Early in the morning, the hearse set off.
The cars of the Song family and relatives who saw him off followed behind.
Very slow.
Not long after leaving the Song Family Manor, the hearse in front stopped.
The car stopped suddenly, Song Bochen frowned slightly, and looked at the driver, "What's going on?"
The driver was also puzzled.
At this moment, the sound of firecrackers sounded in the air.
Song Xiuwei immediately opened the door and got out of the car, "There are people on the road, let's get out of the car."
Road sacrifice is a tradition preserved in ancient times.
On the way to the funeral of some respected old people who have made great contributions to society after their death, the people learned of the situation and spontaneously set up tributes to pay homage to them.
However, it has been many years in the capital that after the death of an elderly person, the people have road sacrifices.
Mrs. Song was the only one.
Mrs. Song is a heroine whose name is engraved in the history books. Therefore, the eyes of those who came to see him off, old and young, were all red-eyed.
All the Song family members wore sackcloth and filial piety and knelt before the altar.
The scene was solemn and magnificent.
moving.
Even TV reporters brought photographers over to shoot.
However, they just quietly recorded this second, and did not come forward to disturb the Song family.
There is a road sacrifice almost every 100 meters along the way.
It is enough to see the status of Mrs. Song in the hearts of the people.
"Huahua, look there." Zheng Mei seemed to have discovered something suddenly, and said with red eyes: "Your grandma will be very relieved in the sky, the people have not forgotten her."
Song Hua looked back out of the window.
On both sides of the road, some people held banners with the following words printed on them: [Little Fairy Suihe, go all the way. 】
【Grandma Suihe, we will always remember you. 】
[Thank you for protecting the mountains and rivers in the world! 】
[Grass and trees mourn together, mountains and rivers sob. Salute to General Shangguan Suihe. 】
Good morning everyone~
This chapter is still 10,000 words.
So my dears, don’t you really vote for such a good grandma?
See you tomorrow mua! (*╯3╰)