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Chapter 427 Funeral Rituals

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    The corners of Mo Xiaoxiao's eyes were still wet, she just held back her tears, she just looked at her like that, wanted to say something, but couldn't say a word.

    "Xiaozhi, can you still agree to my last request?" Song Xiwan looked at her tenderly and said again, Mo Xiaoxiao nodded quickly, she was afraid to speak anymore, she couldn't help but think  The urge to cry.

    "Good sister, don't be sad." Song Xiwan put her icy cold hand on her face, and continued with tenderness: "After I leave, you put the magnolia flower pattern in my closet  Please put on my plain cheongsam. It was the last thing my mother gave me before she left. I am no longer the little girl she was when she left. I am afraid that she will not recognize me when I go down there, so I  Be sure to wear the clothes she left for me, and under my dressing table, there is a sachet with magnolia flowers pressed for a while. It is a token of love given to me by your brother Zhe. I want to take it away too, by the way  , do you know why I like magnolia flowers, because my mother likes them, I didn't expect that my fate and my mother's fate would be so similar, we both died at the age when we least wanted to leave, and we couldn't leave when the magnolia flowers bloomed  Go, if you die in the magnolia blossom season, you will be very happy, right?"

    Mo Xiaoxiao shook her head, tears were the size of peas, hot tears fell from her eyes, and hit Song Xiwan's cold hands little by little.

    At this time, the sky outside suddenly became overcast. There should be a big dark cloud covering the sun. The light that was originally scattered in front of the bed suddenly shrank and disappeared

    "Sister-in-law"

    Song Xiwan smiled slightly, and slowly closed her eyes. Her hand also slowly slid down from Mo Xiaoxiao's wet skin. Her face was peaceful, and she didn't appear to be in any pain. People who died of illness were terrible, pale  Her skin is slightly blue, her eye sockets and lips are slightly blue, but Mo Xiaoxiao feels that Song Xiwan is so beautiful at this moment, the corners of her mouth are slightly raised, without a trace of pain, her eyelashes are as black as her hair,  Her lips were like a plain butterfly.

    Mo Xiaoxiao just called her name lightly, without shouting, she leaned against her bed, covered her with the quilt, stood up again, and walked slowly towards her closet  .

    The maids and servants on the side all looked very heavy. Looking at Mo Xiaoxiao's lost look, they didn't know what to say: "Missyoung mistress"

    "You go to the Song family to send a letter. The young lady passed away early this morning. The funeral ceremony will be three days later. Let them come to see her off for the last time!" Mo Xiaoxiao turned her head, looked at a servant, and said lightly, her face pale  , I can't see her emotions.

    "You guys, go to the street to buy some things for the funeral, and come back, remember to buy everything, let the young lady leave decently, and report to the accountant after buying it!"

    Several servants performed their duties, and hurried out.

    "Xue'er, go to the study to get paper and pens. I want to write invitations, and then send them out. Let everyone get ready."

    "And the two of you, go get some hot water and come back, wash and change your clothes for the young lady."

    After saying this, those girls hurried out of the house and followed Mo Xiaoxiao's instructions.

    Mo Xiaoxiao carefully opened Song Xiwan's closet, and a faint fragrance wafted in. It was the aromatherapy scent that Song Xiwan used on weekdays. The clothes in her closet were all her favorite clothes on weekdays, and the scenes appeared before her eyes again.  , as if her departure was just a dream, a burst of pain hit her unexpectedly.

    He took out the cheongsam printed with faint magnolia flowers, and briefly wiped Song Xiwan's body again, put the cheongsam on her body again, combed her hair with her, tied it behind her head with a jade hairpin, and  With her faint, with a little rouge on the pale face.

    After doing this, she looked like she had completely passed away, she seemed to be asleep, and she still looked like a young girl.

    The next day, the Yang Mansion became lively, but despite the bustle of people coming and going, it couldn't cover up the dead silence and coldness in the air, just like the sun in winter, which is obviously very dazzling and gorgeous but  It still can't warm people, and it's still shivering with cold wind.

    The Yang Mansion was covered with white lanterns, and the white cloth fluttered in the wind, as if they were dancing. A dead silence surrounded the entire mourning hall. There were many guests who came to express their condolences in front of the mourning hall. A black coffin was placed  In the center, the smell of incense fills the entire courtyard.

    Song Xiwan's father, Song Yunhong, arrived early this morning. He first went into the mourning hall to burn incense with her, and then felt distressed and sad for a while, and then dragged her along again.Reluctantly, she walked into the living room of the Yang family.

    Song Yunhong and Lin Yushu sat on the side, he felt sad all of a sudden, he didn't know what to say, he hesitated for a while, sighed and said: "Mrs.  You are not her mother-in-law, nor her mother, but you let me see your heart, if Wan'er is alive in heaven, she will feel at ease!"

    "Don't be so polite, Mr. Song. Since Wan'er has married into our Yang family, she is a member of our Yang family. We can't stop her from leaving. We can only do our best to hold a decent funeral for her.  It's gone." Lin Yushu shook her head and said with a sad face.

    The two brothers Yang Huailin and Yang Huaiping came here last night. Yang Huailin was busy greeting the guests in the hall, while Mo Xiaoxiao was in charge of receiving the guests who came to express condolences at the door. Yang Huaiping was also busy for a while.  come.

    "Brother Song."

    "Brother Yang, hey" Song Yunhong saw Yang Huaiping walking in from the door, stood up quickly, and looked at him helplessly.

    Yang Huaiping hurriedly helped Song Yunhong appear and sat down again: "Brother Song, we must be sad and obedient. This kind of thing happened is really not what you and I wanted, and I am also very distressed. Wan'er is such a good child, but  "

    "Hey, this kind of thing is really unexpected, how can I blame you, but Wan'er is not that lucky." Song Yunhong shook his head and said bitterly.

    "Yes." Yang Huaiping also sat down. He sighed and continued to say to him: "Brother Song, I have to explain to you that Yang Zhe, the dog, is now abroad and busy with the family business.  For such a big matter, he should come back, but he can receive the news in a day or two abroad, and his family has already written an express letter to him, but because the distance is too far away, he may not have received it from home.  So I don¡¯t know anything about this matter, I can¡¯t come here for a while, I hope Brother Song will take care of you!¡±

    Song Yunhong shook his head, and said bitterly: "I can understand, it's just not what I wanted."

    Mo Xiaoxiao stood at the door for a whole day. She felt that she was exhausted. She hadn't rested for two consecutive nights, but now she was the pillar of the family. When her brother was away, she had to take on the responsibility of her brother, so she kept pushing  Support the body and stand at the door to welcome the guests.

    At this time, a few people were walking towards this side in the distance, and Mo Xiaoxiao immediately recognized the person standing in front of him. That person was Zhao Tancen, the son of the famous general Zhao Wanggu.  He came here when he got married, and he and his elder brother are still acquainted friends, but besides the two servants who followed him, there was also a woman with refined temperament, Mo Xiaoxiao just felt familiar, but couldn't remember where  Where have I seen it.

    "Miss Yang, long time no see!"

    Zhao Tancen looked at Mo Xiaoxiao and said with a smile, the woman beside him nodded to her.

    Zhao Tancen was wearing a black uniform, he looked like he was serious on patrol and handling cases, he was very energetic, but the smile on his face didn't look like he was here to attend a funeral, and he looked like a frivolous kid, Mo Xiao  Akatsuki didn't like him.

    "Well, you are here, Young Master Zhao. I thank you for your kindness on behalf of my father and brother." But Mo Xiaoxiao still nodded with him and said respectfully.

    "This is my wife."

    Zhao Tancen introduced the woman beside him and said.

    Only then did Mo Xiaoxiao look at the woman, and saw that the woman in front of her was wearing a plain white suit, a white bowknot shirt inside the white coat, a white long skirt underneath, her hair was tied up, and she was wearing a white skirt.  The beret is very beautiful in appearance and has a good temperament, which is not the same as the ordinary boudoir lady.

    When Mo Xiaoxiao looked at her, she suddenly felt very familiar, like someone she knew before, but she couldn't remember it for a moment, the woman seemed to feel Mo Xiaoxiao's gaze, and she looked at her.  Seeing her nodding, Mo Xiaoxiao was embarrassed and withdrew her impolite gaze.

    "Well, Mrs. Zhao." Mo Xiaoxiao quickly nodded to the two of them, and then said to the two of them, "Please come inside, both of you, my father is waiting!"
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