After the Dragon Boat Festival, the weather became hotter and hotter. Dong Fang and Jun Tao, dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, stood in the mourning hall, but within a short while, their bodies were soaked in sweat.
Ling Weihua borrowed a large electric fan from the factory, and the blades of the fan were blowing "hula, hula", but the smell of sweat in the mourning hall could not be blown away.
On the day of the funeral, the Dong family's old house was packed to the brim. There was a rough sound of the coffin being fastened, and the coffin bearers were ready to carry it out. After all, Dong Fang was overwhelmed with grief, and directly ran towards the coffin, saying sadly, "Dad! Why did you leave like this? Dad!"
Fortunately, Jun Tao reacted in time and blocked Dong Fang's way, but it didn't hurt her to break a layer of skin on her forehead.
When Dong Fang thought of the fact that her father had passed away, she felt hopeless. She, who was used to rationality in the past, couldn't hold back her emotional collapse, and immediately had the idea of ??leaving with her father.
Xiaoxiao accompanied Dong Fang, and persuaded her with good words. Amidst the heart-piercing mourning, Dong Fang gritted her teeth and continued to complete today's funeral.
The funeral procession marched mightily towards Mingshan, and when they passed the foot of the Chenghuang Temple, Dong Fang's sobs suddenly stopped. Her head was tilted slightly, her red and swollen eyes were looking at the crowd, and she couldn't help trembling all over her body.
The look on her face was a little frozen, like pain, like surprise, mixed with an indescribable sense of loss. Jun Tao noticed the abnormality of her sister, and followed her gaze, but there was a person who should not be here.
It was Zhang Shuqing who had set up a small table for sacrifices at the foot of the mountain and was waiting for the funeral procession to pass by
Dong Fang's new funeral was already difficult and sad, and her heart was like a pool of stagnant water. Seeing Shu Qing now, but somehow felt that countless waves were aroused in his heart, splashing puddles of water.
But so what if there are countless sorrows in her heart? After all, it was just the old days of the past, and all my moods turned into deep mourning. The dark waves in my heart receded in an instant, leaving only a few ripples.
The funeral procession stopped in front of the table full of fruits, but saw Shuqing stepping forward, followed by burning a stick of incense in front of the coffin, bowing and saying: "Uncle, go slowly, let me respect you One last cup of tea."
As Shu Qing said, he spread the tea bowls that had been prepared evenly on the ground, and bowed to the portrait repeatedly.
Dong Fang looked at Shu Qing with tears in her eyes. She hadn't seen him for more than ten years, and his appearance didn't change much. He still looks so elegant and intelligent. This was Dong Fang's first impression of him when he was still in college.
He was wearing a black suit, but it looked a little wrinkled and hadn't been ironed yet. Apparently this was news that I got out of the blue and arrived in a hurry.
The moment Shu Qing raised his head, his eyes met Dong Fang's. One is holding a portrait and the other is holding incense. Neither of them communicated verbally, but in an instant, each of them took a step back in tacit understanding, and Dong Fang lowered her head and followed the funeral procession to the cemetery.
Over the past ten years, the world has undergone vicissitudes and changes, and no one knows what Dong Fang is thinking at this moment. Jun Tao glanced at her sister with plain eyes, the wind and rain of these years seemed to have washed away the lead in her body. The past that once caused her sister to die, has long been buried in the past. Only Jun Tao understands that her sister is a person who looks forward to everything, and she will not trap herself in the past. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com