Chapter 1748

Compared with gongs and drums, many departures in the world are actually silent.

Even, often without realizing it, some people have already seen each other's last face.

Five years ago, Yao Chenxi, who left home to return to the East China Sea at the end of that long vacation, should not have expected that the difference between her and her mother had become a farewell.

Like many people, she always thinks that her mother is still young and has enough time to wait. She wants to wait for her children to grow up, and then slowly let her parents accept her, and then do her filial duty as a child.

But she forgot that if there was so much time in the world, there would not be so much guilt and regret that could not be made up for all her life.

Funeral home.

Yao's mother lay quietly in the coffin.

Glass cover.

There were wreaths all around.

There is a black and white photo in front of the hall.

The music lingers on.

Yao's family were dressed in plain clothes.

There are Taoists chanting.

Many friends and relatives came to mourn.

Yao Chenxi, pale and haggard, kneels in front of the hall and looks at the black-and-white image, a little lost.

Life is often so cruel.

No one knows what's going to happen next second.

No one knows whether the pain of not waiting for the son to be raised will come to him.

Li futu was also on the scene, holding the little guy in hand and tying a white ribbon on his arm.

Yao Chenxi's state, of course, is unable to take care of the children. Since Yao's mother left, the children have been taken care of by him.

"Mr. Li, it's been hard for you these two days."

Kou man came over and handed over a bottle of mineral water.

"Drink some water."

In the past two days after his aunt died, the man has been busy, working hard, without complaint, and treating the second child as his own. This heart is really moving.

"You don't have to entertain me. There are so many people here. Go and help yourself."

Li futu took over the waterway.

"I can't help either. They have my dad."

Kou man looks at Yao Chenxi who has been kneeling there and sighs.

"It's a great blow to dawn that my aunt leaves. Mr. Li, you need to help and persuade her. You can't come back to life after death. My aunt has gone. Let Chenxi take a look at it. "

Li futu nodded slowly.

Even so, people can't always live in grief, but Yao Chenxi's mood at this time is definitely not a simple sentence that people can't be pacified by death.

I haven't been home for several years, and I haven't even seen my mother's last face. How can I feel guilty about being a child?

In fact, I am responsible for all this.

If it wasn't for the children, Yao Chenxi couldn't have had such a stiff relationship with her family, and her present misfortune might have been rewritten.

"Give the water to mom."

Li futu gives Li Xiaoer the water that Kou man gave him.

At this time, the only one who can temporarily transfer Yao Chenxi's attention from grief is this little guy.

Li Xiaoer obediently took the water and walked towards his mother.

What did the mother and son say? At last, Yao Chenxi touched his son's face and unscrewed the bottle cap to drink.

"Fortunately, there is a sophomore, otherwise I'm really worried that sister Chenxi will not be able to resist this time."

Kou man sighed.

Among Yao's family, she should be the most friendly to the little guy.

In the past two days, Li futu and his children are busy with Yao's mother's affairs. In the morning, they have met with all the Yao family members. Of course, he didn't reveal his identity. He just helped in the name of a friend of Yao Chenxi, but the Yao family members hardly smile at the kids.

In fact, other people are OK. The key to the problem lies in father Yao.

If Yao's father doesn't accept the child, it's impossible for Yao's family to be good at asserting.

In the past, Yao's father was very angry about his daughter's unmarried birth. Now, with his wife's death, it's hard to persuade him to accept this grandson.

Now he is willing to let Yao Chenxi stay in the mourning hall to be filial, which has been regarded as restraint.

"When will Auntie be buried?"

Asked Li futu.

"At six tomorrow morning."

Kou man said: "cremation will be carried out at three in the morning. The location was chosen by my uncle. In tiandang mountain, although the place is a little bit too far away, the scenery is good. Originally, my uncle planned to go back to his hometown to bury him, but now no matter in the city or in the countryside, earth burial has been banned. "

Li futu nodded.

In the past two days, although he was busy, he always abided by his duty and didn't show off and take charge of things he shouldn't take care of.

Although the Yao family seldom talked to him, they could see that they had a good impression of him."KuMan, dad called you."

A man came over, wearing glasses, of medium height, but of thin build.

Li futu knew him naturally.

Tan kouman and his husband are both in the same system, but they work in the same system.

Kou man is the host, and he is a planner.

"Excuse me, Mr. Li."

"You can do it."

Li futu nodded.

KuMan leaves soon.

"Have a cigarette, Mr. Li?"

Tan Zhihai takes out a bag of cigarettes.

Li futu shook his head.

"No, thank you."

Tan Zhihai didn't insist either. He put away his cigarette and didn't light it himself.

"Mr. Li, I'm too busy these days to treat you well. I hope you don't mind. When my aunt is buried, I'll set the table to thank Mr. Li."

"Don't be so polite. It's all I should do."

Li futu seems to be polite.

In fact, if we really want to count the relationship, he should be regarded as the son-in-law of the Yao family, more intimate than Tan Zhihai.

"Sister Chenxi hasn't come back for several years. Once she comes back, it's a farewell to heaven and man. Alas..."

Tan Zhihai looked at Yao Chenxi kneeling there and sighed.

"Mr. Li, you are sister Chenxi's good friend. I hope you can persuade her not to blame herself too much. Life, old age, illness and death are fixed. She doesn't need to shoulder all the responsibilities on her shoulders. We will help her with the work."

Li futu nodded. Just as he was about to open his mouth, there was a "crackling" sound on his face.

And it has been ringing for a long time.

The sound was obviously someone setting off firecrackers.

Not only Li futu and Tan Zhihai, but also the relatives and friends who came to mourn in the memorial hall were stunned for a moment.

Li futu frowned slightly and turned to look at the door.

Although every place has its own customs.

But there should be no place to put the whip in front of the hall, right?

"Who?! Who's putting the whip? "

Father Yao's roar soon rang out.

Even because of kneeling for a long time and some legs numb Yao Chenxi led his son to stand up slowly.