Chapter 463

Watching grandpa's body pushed into the cremator.

The fire is everywhere. Even if Grandpa's body is lit, it emits the last light in his life.

Lin Jiangxia stood outside the cremator, already sobbing.

Feng Yishu stood beside her, looking serious, and his eyes fell on Lin Jiangxia's slightly trembling shoulders from time to time.

There was an impulse that made him want to hold her immediately and try his best to comfort the injured woman.

But he can't do that.

For a moment, he even resented himself. I hate that I'm just a bodyguard. I can't go to war like beiheng. I can accompany her openly and comfort her as much as I can.

That kind of comfort, for him, was a kind of arrogation.

It takes about three or four hours.

With the hearse, go to the mourning hall arranged in the back courtyard of the Lin family's old house.

Lin Youguo meant to arrange the master's mourning hall in the old house. After all, this is the hard work of old man Lin's life. Even if he dies, he probably wants to leave the last trace of attachment to the old house.

But Zhou Meilan strongly opposed it, saying that offering the urn to the house would bring disaster to the old house.

Now Lin's group has been going downhill. At this time, it can no longer be contaminated with some unclean things.

Lin Jiangxia doesn't understand how grandpa's ashes have become what she calls "unclean".

But in this family, Lin Youguo has the absolute right to speak. And he has soft ears and always follows Zhou Meilan's words.

Therefore, the mourning hall was set up in a courtyard in the backyard of Lin's old house.

It was abandoned and once used as a warehouse.

Housekeeper Zhang tidied up temporarily and arranged it like a mourning hall.

There are still photos of old Lin's voice and face in the middle, and the sides are full of wreaths.

Lin Jiangxia knelt in front of the portrait, tears filled her cheeks.

"Madam, I'm sorry for the change." Feng Yishu was distressed: "the old man is dying at this age“

"Don't comfort me." Lin Jiangxia's lips were dry: "I understand the truth. But grandpa... Is the last person I can be called a 'relative' in the world. Let me spend more time with him here. "

Feng Yishu nodded, stepped back, sat down close to the door of the mourning hall, facing the door, just like Lin Jiangxia's patron saint.

She turned her head and looked at Feng Yishu: "Yishu, go back. I'll stay here all night tonight. You don't have to accompany me."

"I'm the lady's bodyguard. As long as the lady hasn't come home, I need to be with her all the time. This is professional ethics. " Feng Yishu looked serious and dignified: "madam, you can't order me to violate my professional ethics."

He spoke with certainty and could not tolerate any discussion.

There is also some posture of not being angry and threatening.

Lin Jiangxia sighs.

Knowing that he couldn't persuade him, he stopped persuading him, but turned his eyes and fell on his grandfather's photo.

Kneeling for a long time, I just feel dizzy and uncomfortable.

Behind him came footsteps, and then came Feng Yishu's respectful voice: "boss, here you are."

Lin Jiangxia's back tightened, and her thinking seemed to wake up suddenly at that moment.

Zhan beiheng went to Lin Jiangxia's side and bowed three times to the photo of master Lin's son.

She raised her cheeks and saw Zhan beiheng's slightly cold face.

"Brother Zhan." When I called him, my voice was crying.

"Go home. It's too cold here. "

Because the mourning hall is the courtyard cleaned up after the, there is no heating at all. It is transparent from north to south. When the wind blows over the body, it will make people tremble slightly.

Naturally, Zhan beiheng also noticed that the coat approved by Lin Jiangxia should be Feng Yishu. He frowned slightly, but he didn't say much after all.

Feng Yishu probably noticed the change of Zhan beiheng's face and turned his face to the moon in the night sky outside the door again.

"I want to be here with Grandpa." Lin Jiangxia still cried: "as long as one night."

Knowing her grief, Zhan beiheng stopped persuading her and turned away.

In this extremely quiet environment, her hearing seemed to be magnified many times. Behind her, Zhan beiheng whispered and Feng Yishu whispered.

She didn't pay attention, but she still knelt on the futon.

It was so cold that her limbs were stiff, but she still clenched her teeth.

If even one night's cold can't stand, how can it be called filial piety. Grandpa's spirit in heaven should also be very disappointed, right?

This thought kept coming to her mind, and it was the only belief that supported her to continue kneeling here.

About half an hour later, many bodyguards came into the mourning hall in twos and threes.

Each bodyguard holds an electric heater in his hands.

The hall here was built a long time ago. In fact, there were not many power outlets left, and they had to pull out many plug-in rows, which were placed everywhere in the mourning hall. It looked like a network of plug-in rows.

Around Lin Jiangxia, a whole circle of electric heating was set up.

At the same time, Lin Jiangxia only felt a heat wave coming.

Suddenly, it was like the temperature under the hot summer sun, and the previous cold was swept away.

"Brother Zhan." She looked at him with some amazement, and repeatedly fought beiheng with surprise on her face.

At the same time, with so much electric heating, the circuit of the old house did not trip, which was quite unexpected.

He just closed his thin lips and knelt down on the futon beside Lin Jiangxia.

"Brother Zhan!" When she spoke again, her tone was full of surprise: "you can't do this."

She even wanted to reach out to help him, but when she lifted her arm, she found that her body was stiff. She couldn't use any strength on her arm and made a stiff click.

"You are my woman, and Mr. Lin is your grandfather. Naturally, you can be regarded as my grandfather." Zhan beiheng's mouth was slightly pressed down, showing a faint radian: "well, I'll keep a vigil for master Lin. there's no problem."

If the electric heating only warms Lin Jiangxia's skin, Zhan beiheng's words will make her feel a little warm unconsciously.

I don't feel so tired.

"Brother Zhan, when did your grandfather die?" Her eyes blurred, staring at the portrait of old man Lin, she asked slightly foolishly.

"For a long time." Zhan beiheng frowned slightly.

That slightly sad look shocked Lin Jiangxia.

She tilted her head and squinted at the subtle changes in Zhan beiheng's expression.

In the past, no matter which relative of brother Zhan was mentioned, even his parents, he never showed such an expression.

His slightly sad look is really distressing.