Chapter 541 Burial Ceremony

They waited a long time.

It was not until the last moment of the agreed time that Pei Ziheng's black Rolls-Royce arrived.

The driver wearing white gloves opened the door for him, and the tall figure stepped out, his expression still extremely stern, looking oppressive in the gloomy sky.

He looked at the beautiful pair in front of him, his expression even darker.

The solemn funeral clothes set off the picturesque faces of the two people. The simple black and white has a kind of beauty that washes away the lead. It is not lively or noisy, but it matches so well. Compared with him standing far away, they look more like each other. A real couple. Thinking that the child was Li Lei, Pei Ziheng felt like a thorn in his heart.

He walked up to Xia Ling and said to her, "Let's go in."

He didn't even look at Li Lei from the corner of his eye.

Xia Ling turned her head helplessly and glanced at Li Lei.

Li Lei knew that he could not go in and accompany her. Last time I was rejected at the Pei family villa, I already knew what kind of character this shopping mall rival and love rival was. He was too domineering and arbitrary and would never allow his territory to be invaded in the slightest. He gave Xia Ling a reassuring smile: "I'll be waiting for you here. If you need anything, just call me." He handed something to Xia Ling and said, "Bring it to the baby for me and tell him that his mother is He is well taken care of now, so don’t worry about his soul in heaven.”

Xia Ling opened her palm, which was a small white daisy. The petals were trembling in the breeze.

Her nose was sore and she nodded.

He is the biological father of the child, but the only thing he can bring in is this little flower.

Pei Ziheng looked at Li Lei coldly: "My child, I won't accept your flowers."

Not to be outdone, Li Lei looked at him: "I don't give you this flower for the sake of your child. He is Xiao Ling's flesh and blood, and Xiao Ling is mine now."

Pei Ziheng was not good at such verbal disputes. He clenched his fists tightly at his sides, turned around with a cold face, and strode forward. Xia Ling looked at Li Lei with some worry and then at the flower in her hand. She knew that although Pei Ziheng didn't say it explicitly, there was no way this flower would be placed on the tombstone.

Li Lei's voice was very gentle: "It doesn't matter, it's just a flower. It doesn't matter whether you let it go or not."

He didn't want to see Xiao Ling in trouble.

The corners of Xia Ling's eyes were a little moist. This was not just a flower, but the only gift that the child's biological father could give to the child. She was so sad that she whispered, "I want my children to see what you gave me."

Li Lei was moved, turned around, looked at the nearby terrain, and said, "Isn't this simple? You and he go in and bury the child. When everyone has dispersed, I took the flowers and went to the child's grave to accompany him. say."

Xia Ling's expression improved now.

She whispered to Li Lei: "I'm going."

Turn around and walk into the depths of the cemetery in the direction Pei Ziheng left.

The burial ceremony was very simple. This was a child who died in infancy and could not enter the ancestral grave. Moreover, he was not Pei Ziheng's biological son. Except for Pei Ziheng himself, he had to come for the show. No one from the Pei family was allowed to follow him. Such a little scoundrel doesn't need any ostentation.

He was at the selected tombstone, watching Xia Ling's lone figure gradually approach.

Her expression was as pale as the mourning clothes on her body, crumbling in the gloomy sky. After finally reaching it, I looked at the cemetery with some sadness.

Although the cemetery Pei Ziheng chose is far away, it has good acupuncture points, is surrounded by greenery, and is quiet and peaceful - he is right, this is the best location in the entire cemetery.

In fact, it wasn't that Pei Ziheng had any sympathy, but that he was just putting on a show. Rather than making Li Lei suspicious in a bad position and missing the mark, it would be better to choose the best position. It's just a little extra money, and there won't be any real ashes in the tomb, just some plant ashes used to deceive Xiao Ling.

But Xia Ling didn't know.

She lowered her head, took the yellow paper and tinfoil from the entourage, lit them, and put them into the tomb. This is the first step in the burial ceremony, to warm the hole. The child will sleep peacefully in it, protected from the wind and rain from the outside world. She carefully warmed every corner of the small stone cave and murmured: "Baby... Shaohui, I'm sorry, mother failed to protect you. In the next life, I hope you will be reborn in a good family with harmonious parents." , don’t throw yourself into such a dangerous place like this time.”

Pei Ziheng's expression tightened slightly and he said nothing.

He stood aside, watching her warm her vagina, slightly in a trance, thinking of the little baby named Shaohui. Although he is not his biological son, the way he smiles is so pure and unprepared that I miss him after not seeing him for so many days. Pei Ziheng felt that he must be crazy to miss the child of a love rival.

Over there, Xia Ling had finished kneading the cave and laid a golden cloth on the bottom of the tomb.

The entourage handed the child's small urn to Pei Ziheng.

Pei Ziheng took it and put it into the dry and warm tomb. He turned slightly to the side and asked Xia Ling to lean over and cover the urn with a layer of silver cloth, and then covered the silver cloth with a layer of red cloth.

The tomb was not big, and the two of them were very close to each other. Pei Ziheng could smell the faint fragrance in her hair and the faint heat emanating from her skin. Perhaps, this was the last time in this life that he would be so close to her. This realization made Pei Ziheng suddenly feel a burst of unspeakable sadness in his heart, which was about to crush him.

There was uncontrollable grief in his expression.

Outside the cemetery, Li Lei circled around from a distance, entered through an inconspicuous wall, found the place where the child was buried, and under the cover of green pines and cypresses, quietly looked at the two people in front of the grave.

Xiao Ling seemed to be about to cry again, and Pei Ziheng also looked full of pain.

They are like countless couples who have lost their beloved children, grieving for the same person and the same thing.

As for Li Lei, he could only watch from afar, alone. He suddenly felt that he was a little redundant. The two people in front of him had experienced the entanglement of two lives, had conceived and raised a child together, and also experienced the pain of bereavement. And what is he and Xiao Ling?

He raised his head and looked at the leaden sky, feeling a little heavy.

The cold wind blew the leaves, and the pine needles fell on my body, causing a slight but sharp pain.

Over there, Xia Ling had covered the last layer of red cloth, and Pei Ziheng placed a shiny jade pendant and ancient copper coins on the red cloth. Although it was just a fake tomb, he had done enough work to make the funerary objects valuable and extremely exquisite. It's not for the sake of the child, it's to make Xiao Ling fall in love with him again.

Unfortunately, Xia Ling's whole mind was on sadness and she didn't pay attention to his mood.

She took the Fuyin soil from the staff and sprinkled it little by little in the tomb.