Chapter 425

Looking at the flames, Xie Changfeng's face turned pale and pale. The whole person staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Jiang Xuecheng stood beside Xie Changfeng. Seeing the old man like this, he reached out and helped him.

"How are you, grandfather?"

Su Wan looked anxiously at Xie Changfeng, and his red apricot eyes were full of concern.

It seems that since grandma left, Xie Changfeng's spirit and spirit in the past has been decadent, and the whole person is shrouded in gloom, like a fallen dead tree.

Hearing Su Wan's concern, Xie Changfeng turned and shook his head slightly, indicating that Su Wan didn't have to worry.

"I'm fine..."

It's not like it's ok

Su Wan's heart is sour, the voice line brings out a bit thick nasal sound: "grandfather, you should take care of your body."

Xie Changfeng smell speech, toward her weak smile, did not speak.

Before long, Lin Xuan's body was burned to ashes and put into a delicate urn.

Xie Changfeng took over the ashes box handed over by the staff. His eyes were hot and finally he couldn't help falling tears.

This is his Lin Xuan

Lin Xuan, who has been kind all her life, who believes in Buddhism, and who believes that good people will be rewarded

Finally, it turned into such a small pile of dust

Xie Changfeng was in great pain and held the urn tightly in his arms, like a priceless treasure.

When they saw Xie Changfeng like this, they couldn't help but cry. Their expression was so painful that they could not help but ask Xie Changfeng to take care of himself.

This person has passed away, and Lin Xuan has gone, and she certainly does not want to see Xie Changfeng in such pain.

Living people, if only immersed in grief and pain, it is completely meaningless.

"Granddad, grandma is at rest. Don't be too sad. We will be with you in the future."

Su Wan helped Xie Changfeng's hand, and his wet red eyes congealed in Xie Changfeng's ashes box.

I hope that in heaven, grandma can be happy and find her true peace.

No matter how glorious or rich he was in his life, in the end, he was only burned into a handful of ashes and buried in a small urn of ashes, buried in a square inch of land.

People in this life want too many things, rich and glorious, splendid reputation, but in the end, what can we take away?

When people become a pile of loess, can remember you, only relatives and close friends.

……

The next day, that is, the day of Lin Xuan's funeral, there was a storm in s city.

Seeing the gloomy weather outside, Su Wan planned to ask Xie Changfeng whether to postpone the funeral for one day, but Xie Changfeng had his own stubbornness and finally chose this day.

Lin Xuan's memorial ceremony was more lively than Su Wan imagined. A large group of people stood inside and outside the funeral hall.

Not only did the Lin and Xie families come, but also many strangers who Su Wan could not name.

Lin Xuan liked children very much before she was born. She used to be a kindergarten teacher in s city. She also worked as a kindergarten president for a period of time. However, after her health problems were found out, she quit her job.

I didn't expect that after so many years, many people still remember the kind teacher Lin!

After hearing about the shooting massacre the day before yesterday, the citizens of s city who had been educated by Lin Xuan came together to mourn Lin Xuan and send the old man his last journey.

There are many white wreaths in the mourning hall. In the center of the wreath, there is a square and square word "Dien". It looks solemn and solemn.

Xie Changfeng stood at the front in a white mourning suit. His old eyes were full of pain, and he carefully held the remains of Lin Xuan.

Although there are only two colors in the picture of AI Xuan, she is still like the old man in black and white.

Relatives and friends came forward in order, bowing to Lin Xuan's black-and-white portrait in succession, and some offered white flowers, and then opened a few words to Xie Changfeng.

"Miss Lin is a good man. She will be in the bliss early!"

"Professor Xie, you can't live again after death. I'm sorry."

"Professor Xie, take good care of yourself."

"Thank you. Thank you for your concern."

Xie Changfeng nodded. Seeing that so many people from s city came to mourn Lin Xuan's memorial hall, he felt more relieved than feeling.

Perhaps choose the profession of teachers, there are bitter and sweet, but in the end, there is no regret.

……

After the mourning, the citizens left one after another.

Meanwhile, relatives and friends of the Xie family and Lin family all drove to Beiling cemetery, where Lin Xuan finally wanted to sleep.

The sky is getting darker and darker. Although it is noon, the dark clouds invade the whole sky, which makes people's heart suppress unconsciously.

You can't see much light everywhere. The whole city of s seems to have been hit with special effects, in the twilight of doomsday.Raindrops fall down in succession, dense raindrops hit the window glass, and finally roll down the window to the wheel, splashing heavy water spray.

Su's long black hair was tied up early in the evening. She was dressed in a plain filial piety dress. The contrast between black and white was very distinct.

She blinked her eyes, staring at the rain splashing outside the window, her eyes full of sadness.

It's a heavy rain. It's raining endlessly

Su Wan subconsciously felt that God was also feeling sad for her grandmother's death, which led to such a heavy rain

After arriving at the destination, Jiang Xuecheng got out of the car first. He opened Su Wan's door and held out a clear sky for her with a big black umbrella.

The rain came in slanting with the wind. Soon, Su Wan's clothes and Jiang Xuecheng's clothes were still wet by the rain.

Su Wan and Jiang Xuecheng followed Xie Changfeng and walked slowly up the steps.

The pouring rain washed the long stone steps. The sky was dark, and the cemetery was silent and cold. The atmosphere was sad.

The place for Lin Xuan's burial was arranged many years ago, next to Su Wan's parents. Xie Changfeng will also be buried with Lin Xuan in a hundred years' time to sleep in Beiling cemetery.

Live in the same bed, die in the same hole.

Is this the most life and death romance between husband and wife?

Su Wan and Jiang Xuecheng stood in front of Lin Xuan's tombstone and began to worship in silence.

Su Wan looks at the black-and-white photo in front of the tombstone, which still has the face of Lin Xuan, and is still so amiable.

Su Wan's pale lips moved, and her dry eyes were red again.

Grandma really left her like this, forever and forever

"Late, late, here you are."

Jiang Xuecheng gently called Su Wan's name, and then extended his hand and handed her a bunch of white daisies.

Su Wan took a deep breath and put the little daisies in front of Lin Xuan's tombstone.

I hope grandma can rest in heaven