"Oh~ my good nephew!" Liang Xiaoxiao and Huang Haotian had already sent people to stop the so-called relatives at the door, so that they would not disturb Song Ling and Tang Miao's last peace.
It's just that there is a saying that a scholar meets a soldier, and the reason is unclear. How can they, who are used to living in high places, be the opponents of a group of people who spend all day at the bottom and can do everything?
In the face of self-interest, people can explode with unlimited potential. Even an old lady in her seventies and eighties can break free from the control of the security guards and break into the mourning hall.
A few people messed around and finally escaped the restraint of the security guards. As soon as he entered the mourning hall, regardless of whether there was anyone nearby, he pushed aside Tang Miao, rushed to Song Ling's portrait, snatched the urn, and was about to hold it in his arms and cry bitterly.
Tang Miao hadn't eaten properly in the past few days, and she was already exhausted. Pushed by these strong people, she was instantly defeated and fell to the ground.
"What are you doing! Let him go!"
Tang Miao was so angry that she lay on the ground, barely supported herself, and yelled at the group of people who were holding Song Ling's urn and snatching it around, lest they accidentally drop Song Ling.
"What am I doing? Haha, really, let me tell you what I am doing! This is my grandson!" One of the old women yelled at Tang Miao confidently, poking the box with one hand with great strength , making a constant crashing sound.
Tang Miao was speechless, "Oh, you are his grandma? How come I never heard him mention it?"
Tang Miao stood up staggeringly, about to go forward and snatch Song Ling's urn. "give me back!"
"Get out!" With Tang Miao's thin body, how could she be the opponent of this group of people who do rough work every day and only hope to get Song Ling's inheritance and get rid of poverty in one fell swoop. She was picked up again and ruthlessly fell to the floor.
"Don't touch him! I'm his wife! What are you doing, come to me!" Tang Miao had no choice but to fall to the ground and scream at them.
"Oh... you are his wife, that... that's good, we can discuss the issue of inheritance..." Another uncle in his fifties and sixties immediately changed his expression when he heard Tang Miao's words, squatted down, and stretched out his hand to grab Tang Miao. Miao, showing a self-confident and kind smile.
"Nephew and daughter-in-law, look, Song Ling doesn't have any relatives in his life. Although we don't move around often on weekdays, we can be regarded as half of his family. We, holding the spirit card for him here, can be regarded as the last to satisfy him. Wish, send him away."
Tang Miao ruthlessly shook off the uncle's hand, frowned disgustedly, seeing his lewd eyes, goosebumps all over her body.
"But, look, a person cannot be resurrected after death. We stand here for him and hold a spiritual tablet. Naturally, there is no need to talk about this relationship. The ancients all paid attention to the division of inheritance. This...we can help him stand for three days , this kind of affection, no matter what, I can't have it at all, right..."
Tang Miao was so angry that she was trembling all over. "You! You!"
"Me, me, me, what am I!" Another aunt who was a little younger suddenly said, interrupting Tang Miao, forcibly using her huge body to push away everyone in front of her, and then "plopped" and lay on Song Ling's photo. In front of him, he began to cry loudly.
"Oh! My eldest nephew! We just want to offer incense sticks to you...by the way, hold the coffin for you... let you get out of here, your black-hearted daughter-in-law...why don't you agree to it? ..."
Seeing this, the others immediately followed suit, dropped the things in their hands, knelt and crawled to the ground, and began to cry loudly.
Among them, two of them were still holding Song Ling's urn in their hands, as well as the portrait of Song Ling that they had snatched from Tang Miao.
Seeing their actions like this, Tang Miao laughed angrily, and hurriedly went forward to take the urn and spirit images they left behind, and frantically protected them in her arms, holding them tightly.
"Haha, hahaha..." Tang Miao laughed tears, she looked at the group of people who suddenly started crying, lowered her head ironically, gently wiped the dirty finger prints on the urn, and put It wipes carefully.
"Song Ling, Song Ling, tell me... you and your aunt are such good people..." Tang Miao looked up at the group of "relatives" who were putting on airs, "Why did you have a group of such low-spirited people!" Tang Miao He said bitterly, thinking that Song Ling wasn't worth it.
"Hehehe, little girl, this husband can look around, but he can't talk carelessly!" The uncle who had been staring at Tang Miao just now looked at Tang Miao threateningly, his eyes full of covetousness. .
Tang Miao was so disgusted that she couldn't help retching, but she knew that she couldn't show her flaws yet, she had to be strong to drive away this group of people.
"Song Ling and I have been together for nearly ten years. He only admitted that he has a mother, but never said that he has a group of relatives!" Tang Miao stood up slowly holding the urn and spirit image.
"What's more, whose relatives have you seen can throw their relatives' ashes on the ground without hesitation?"
"If you are Song Ling's relatives, then Song Ling must have worked so hard to not be as vulgar as you!"
"Ha! Please cheat money next time, can you find someone with the same IQ and taste? Song Ling and Auntie are so gentle, gentle and virtuous, and they are people from two different worlds. If you get close, you can win!"
Tang Miao's merciless remarks made the faces of those people who stabbed her flushed, but they were guilty and did not dare to refute. They looked at each other for a few moments, and then they all started crying together.
"Hey! Nephew Song Ling, look at your daughter-in-law! Old woman, my heart hurts to death!"
"Nephew, my good nephew! The heavens have eyes, so open your eyes and take a look! Take a quick look at this ignorant woman you married! How does she treat us elders!"
"Oh, old man, my heart is so cold!"
After being made a fuss by them, it is impossible for others to ignore it no matter how much they want to. With the mentality of watching the excitement, they came over one after another, pointed at the group of crying people, and looked at the lonely woman beside them with sympathy.
But no one opened his mouth to help Tang Miao. Because they are afraid of bad luck, and at the funeral of a dead person, they will get a bunch of troublesome relatives who are messing around, which is something they can't get rid of in their lives.
Tang Miao looked at the people around her who kept casting sympathetic glances at her, and she kept looking forward to whether there would be some who couldn't bear it and came out to help her.
What made her sneer was... no one, even one step forward, went to help her.
"Song Ling... Song Ling... woo woo woo..." Tang Miao suddenly felt a bone-piercing chill, she slowly squatted down, tightly wrapped around Song Ling's only ashes, and tightly hugged her own. Arm, finally couldn't help crying.
Tang Miao has never experienced such a thing, or, in the past, there was Song Ling at any time, and she could hide behind Song Ling without any scruples and let him arrange everything, but now... that one can be desperate The person who protected me is gone.
The troublemakers saw Tang Miao squatting there sobbing softly, with a glint of complacency in their eyes, and ignored her. As if he didn't take her seriously, he started to search Song Ling's mourning hall.
"Hey, these clothes are of good quality. Well, my nephew and daughter-in-law, everyone is dead anyway. The clothes are made of such good materials, so I'll make the best use of them and give them to my uncle."
"Hey, you really are, this was pulled off the body of a dead person, what to wear, it's not too bad luck!"
"Well, niece and daughter-in-law, the funeral is over, why don't you invite us to your house for a drink of tea and a chat?"
"Hey! What you said makes sense... Let us visit your house when the time comes, and take a look at my nephew by the way, do you have any better suits or something... Hahaha!"
Tang Miao listened to the unscrupulous words of that group of people, and the greedy corners of the urban villain's lips, her lips turned pale with anger, and she couldn't say a word.
what do I do! Song Ling! What should I do! you! you come out! You help me!
Tang Miao kept shouting in her heart, praying for Song Ling to appear, but...
She closed her eyes in despair, and spat out a mouthful of blood in grief and indignation.
"Miao Miao!" Liang Xiaoxiao finally finished the etiquette part, and only had time to come over to see Tang Miao, and found out that something happened here.
When she just arrived, it was the moment when Tang Miao vomited blood. Immediately, his whole heart ached, and he quickly ran to Tang Miao and helped her up.
"Come here! Who told you to let this group of people in!" Liang Xiaoxiao shouted to the surroundings with red eyes, calling for security.
"Hey! What are you doing!"
"Come here! What is the law of heaven! Bullying the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled! Ouch! My ass!"
The arrival of the security guard immediately solved the order problem in the venue, but at the same time, it also made the group of fearless people start howling, and the whole scene was extremely chaotic and noisy.
"Xiaoxiao...what should I do..." Tang Miao finally couldn't help crying loudly, she lay on Liang Xiaoxiao's shoulder with a grievance in her voice.
"I still screwed up, Song Ling likes quiet ones the most, what should I do..."
"It's okay, it's okay..." Liang Xiaoxiao could only keep stroking Tang Miao's back to calm her emotions.
"Would Song Ling blame me, I can't even do this little thing well... He, he never came to see me in my dreams, what should I do..."
The emotions that Tang Miao had been holding back for the past few days finally exploded in an instant.
So is Liang Xiaoxiao