C240 240 Funeral

Mo Nuan lifted her tear-stained face and glanced at Han Shu Ren. She rested for a while before taking the necktie from his hands. Her actions seemed to be one thousand kilograms and were extremely slow.

She discovered that the tie in her hand was very old, its color a little dim, as though it had been washed many times. There was a moment of hesitation, as though the tie was Mo Ping Shan's belongings, and not a new one.

Han Shu Ren noticed her hesitation and explained: "Miss Warm, when you first went to university, this was the first gift you bought for him using the wages of your own work, and it cost you one month's worth of wages. When he looked at your dark and thin little face, he was both angry and amused, and told her about you, but in his heart he was happier than anyone else, saying that you are sensible and that you will definitely be a filial child in the future."

Han Shu Ren sighed, "It should be about ten years now, he has always kept it up till now, and only used it on important occasions, so he would usually wash it and place it in the cupboard.

Hearing this, Lu Chen understood. No wonder she was able to tie so well the first time she helped him, and even his movements were skillful. It was because he used to tie Mo Ping Shan's tie so often in the past.

Without even thinking about it, it was obvious that their previous relationship must have been very intimate.

Mo Nuan's heart felt so uncomfortable that it felt like it was shrinking. She tightly held onto the tie in her hand as his body continuously trembled, obviously a little crooked, as though she had aged several tens of years in an instant. Lu Chen couldn't help but step forward and hold onto her waist, supporting her body.

Mo Nuan bent down slightly, and with trembling hands, helped him tie her tie. A simple tie took her no less than ten minutes to carefully adjust it for half a day, but she was still unwilling to let go.

The staff of the funeral home came to inform them that they were about to send the dead to the crematorium to cremate. They were told to hurry up and say goodbye so that they would not waste time.

Today, Mo Zi Xi was accompanying his. He had buried his head in Ding Rui's embrace, and it was obvious that he was crying as well, as Ding Rui patted her back time and time again.

Hearing the worker's words, Mo Zi Xi pushed Ding Rui away and ran to the side of the coffin, crying loudly, "Father!"

Seeing her lose control like this, Lu Chen could conclude that Mo Ping Shan's matter had nothing to do with her. If this was not an accident, then the only possibility was Song Xue Yi. After Mo Ping Shan died, her days would not be easy.

Mo Zi Xi's voice was already somewhat shrill, this kind of loud crying made Mo Nuan feel as if her heart and lungs were being torn apart, causing Mo Nuan to feel even worse.

The employee walked over and prepared to bring Mo Ping Shan away for cremation. Mo Zi Xi clung onto the coffin and bellowed: "You all are not allowed to take my father away, I am not allowed to have you all take him away."

Ding Rui could only hug her tightly and comfort her, "Zixi, don't be like this. Daddy has already left, let them take him away."

Mo Nuan watched as Mo Ping Shan was pushed into the cremation room, and her tears silently fell. Lu Chen pressed her face against his chest, not letting her see this cruel scene with her own eyes.

Not long after, Mo Ping Shan's bone ash urns were pulled out, and just as Mo Nuan wanted to hug him, he was carried away by Mo Zi Xi. Mo Nuan looked at the small box, and was not willing to believe that a living person would become ashes in the end.

Lu Chen patted her hands but she did not fight with his and allowed his to carry the bone ash urns.

Mo Ping Shan's matter had happened too suddenly, so the funeral itself was done in a rather low key manner. In fact, the Mo Clan did not have any relatives at his hometown, plus he was in a hurry, so basically no one came over. Most of them were his business partners, a few close friends, as well as people from both sides of the Lu Family and the Lu Family.

On the day of the funeral, the sky was clear and there was even a slight breeze blowing comfortably on his face.

The arrangement of the spirit hall was simple, with one glance, one could see the picture of Mo Ping Shan with a smile on his lips. He just stood there quietly, not far away, extremely at peace.

Mo Nuan was wearing black clothes, Lu Chen was holding her arm, Mo Zi Xi and Song Xue Yi were also dressed in black. Ding Rui stood beside them, and when he saw them come over, he couldn't help but raise his voice, "Mo Nuan, what are you doing here?"

"Song Xue Yi, I don't want to argue with you at this critical juncture. You'd better take note of your wrongs and not act like a shrew.

Song Xue Yi was so angry that she wanted to retort, but Mo Zi Xi, who was at the side, couldn't help but pull her back, "Mom, what is it that we need to talk about? Today is the day father is going to be buried, there are so many people watching, don't make the situation too difficult."

Song Xue Yi looked at the crowd that were sending off the wreaths, and in the end, he did not say anything.

The five of them were standing in the mourning hall, bowing and expressing their smiles, the relationship between them had not been a secret since the press conference, and most of them comforted Mo Nuan when they saw him.

The smell of the incense in the spirit hall caused Mo Nuan to overturn the waters, after being stunned for a while, she could not help but rush out, Song Xue Yi looked at her back view, and could not help but scold: "You really are spoiled, standing for so long and can't take it anymore, and still feigning insistence to come in."

After standing for the whole morning, Mo Zi Xi was still unable to take it anymore. With one hand on his stomach and the other hand forming a fist, he punched his back a few times.

Song Xue Yi glanced at Ding Rui, "Help Zi Xi go back and rest. Pregnant women would not be able to stay here for too long."

Mo Zi Xi waved his hands, "No, I will just rest for a while on the chair outside. I am not going home, I will personally send dad off."

Seeing that there was no one else in the mourning hall, Song Xue Yi could not help but say to Mo Zi Xi: "I really do not know when you and your father became so close. You didn't have such a good relationship with him in the past. "

"Mother, he is my father. If he dies, wouldn't it be reasonable for me to guard her memorial hall? "What's wrong with you? I've noticed that you've been acting weird recently, as if you've been like this ever since Dad came back from America. I don't know if something's happened between you and Dad." Mo Zi Xi glanced at Song Xue Yi and asked suspiciously.

Song Xue Yi's expression changed, "Stop thinking so much. I'm only concerned about your body if there's anything between your father and I. Your father is also not willing to see you harm Little You An for him."

Mo Zi Xi did not think too much into it, his entire body leaned on Ding Rui, causing him to vomit on the outside, and after taking a few breaths of fresh air, he returned to the mourning hall.

Since there weren't many mourners, there were only until four in the afternoon. After the mourning hall was evacuated, the group of people headed to the cemetery they had chosen beforehand.