Mrs. Yang said she wanted to go, and Yang Lai looked at her subconsciously.
Butler Yang had already asked someone to buy a plane ticket. Seeing that Yang Lai also had the intention to go, he quickly stopped him, "Master, your legs are sick, so don't run around in the winter. The Yang family also needs you to be in charge, so my wife and I will go."
"Well," Mrs. Yang also looked at Yang Lai and thought for a moment, "Doctor Qin said, it's better for your legs to stay here. I'll keep an eye on T City. If something really happens, you can come back. "
After saying that, Mrs. Yang ignored Yang Lai, went upstairs to pack her luggage, and called Yang Hua again, but she didn't get through.
The other party should still be on the plane.
Butler Yang followed Mrs. Yang: "Miss Baozhu, she didn't bring any luggage."
He was old and his memory was not very good. He only remembered that Yang Hua brought a plastic bag from the supermarket, because such things rarely appeared in the Yang family. Butler Yang remembered it clearly.
When Meng Fu returned to the capital for the first time, Yang Hua went to see Meng Fu and came back with this plastic bag in her hand.
Mrs. Yang nodded: "I understand."
**
T City, Jiang Family.
As soon as Yang Hua and Meng Xun came back, they went straight to Jiang's house.
The Jiang family has already decorated the mourning hall.
The sky was very dark, and the clouds were thick, as if they were about to press down.
When Yang Hua arrived, Jiang Xinchen was standing outside in mourning clothes.
His expression was very calm, not as sluggish as Yang Hua imagined. When he saw Yang Hua, he bent down and said, "Aunt Yang."
"Well," Yang Hua reached out and patted Jiang Xinchen's shoulder, "Where are your father and the others?"
"In the back room." Jiang Xinchen handed the incense in his hand to Yang Hua.
Yang Hua reached out to take the incense and went in directly.
Meng Xun followed Yang Hua and took another incense stick handed over by Jiang Xinchen. She glanced at Jiang Xinchen and went in without saying anything.
Back room.
Not many people stayed at the mourning hall.
Meng Fu knelt in front, her eyebrows lowered, making her expression unclear.
Su Di was doing some sundries in the mourning hall.
"She has been kneeling." Seeing Yang Hua, Jiang Quan smiled bitterly, "She doesn't listen even after I say it. Please persuade her."
"I'll take a look at the old man first." Yang Hua nodded and walked directly to the coffin.
Seeing Yang Hua like this, Jiang Quan couldn't help but walk over.
The old man's coffin lid had not yet been closed, his face was still kind, and he did not seem to feel any pain when he left.
Yang Hua took a deep breath.
She didn't cry.
When Meng De died, her tears had dried up.
She just reached out and untied the plastic bag in her hand. There were three yellow talismans in the bag. Yang Hua lowered his head and looked at the talismans, then at the old man, then reached out and put the talismans into the old man's shroud.
Meng Fu, who had been motionless, finally raised his head. She looked at Yang Hua, with no expression on her face or crying. She just asked calmly: "Who gave it to you?"
The voice was hoarse.
Yang Hua stuffed the last talisman into it.
After hearing what Meng Fu said, his hand paused and continued to stuff it inside Mr. Jiang's clothes.
"Have you seen him?" Meng Fu looked at Yang Hua's face, paused, and said softly: "Grandpa...have you seen him too?"
Yang Hua arranged Mr. Jiang's clothes.
She was not surprised that Meng Fu could guess it. Yang Hua walked to Meng Fu and knelt down with Meng Fu: "Last time, when the old man went to the capital, we met the Taoist Priest. The Taoist Priest said something to the old man alone. ,I am not sure."
When Yang Hua said this, she looked at Meng Fu, "You saved the old man, what did you use?"
Meng Fu stopped answering.
"Why do you still need to add fragrance?" Yang Hua pursed her lips.
Meng Fu continued to kneel, motionless.
Yang Hua handed a letter in her arms to Meng Fu: "This is the letter the old man left for you when he left the capital."
The two of them spoke in such low voices that Jiang Quan couldn't hear them, but Su Di had keen senses and could hear them.
Behind him, Su Di thought of something and looked at Meng Fu suddenly.
His expression changed drastically, and the hand holding the teapot couldn't help but tremble.
"Are you okay?" Jiang Quan looked at him.
Su Di shook his head. He put down the teapot and walked outside the mourning hall. Outside the mourning hall, a cold wind blew by, and Su Di felt his heart getting cold.
Su Di suspected very early on that Meng Fu was a descendant of the blues lineage.
A few years ago, hundreds of members of the Blues clan were wiped out. How did Meng Fu survive
Su Di didn't know this, but Su Di knew that people from the Blues clan could change their lives, so they were coveted by big forces. Su Di couldn't help but remember that last year he asked Meng Fu why he didn't make more spices.
Meng Fu smiled and replied: "I will die."
will die
At that time, Su Di thought Meng Fu was joking.
After all, Meng Fu has always been a talker, and she was so lighthearted even when she said "die".
Su Di's mind was spinning rapidly. Outside the operating room last year, everyone thought that the old man would die. It was almost unscientific for him to survive. But, unfortunately, the old man survived.
If according to what Meng Fu said, she should be the one who will die. Why did Mr. Jiang die suddenly
What happened the last time Mr. Jiang went to the capital
besides…
Su Di looked at his hand. He remembered that his inner strength had completely disappeared. No one in the medical community could do anything. It was Meng Fu who saved him.
Then she...
Overhead, snowflakes fell.
Su Di raised his head and looked at Su Cheng who came in from outside with a black umbrella. He had a straight figure, a black umbrella, and black clothes. He was handsome and cold, and he was cold and incompatible with this place.
Su Di raised his head, his voice was hoarse and hoarse, "Master, I..."
Su Cheng seemed to know what he was thinking. He stopped next to Su Di and said calmly: "Don't worry, you haven't had that much influence yet."
Su Di: "..."
Also, if he really had such a big influence, the young master would probably break his neck before Miss Meng could save him.
**
Zhao Fan is also helping with some trivial matters.
Seeing Su Cheng come in, she frowned, "Brother Cheng, Brother Fu's injury..."
Such a big thing happened to the Jiang family, and Zhao Fan didn't tell Jiang Quan about Meng Fu's heartache. Although Meng Fu was young, Zhao Fan was frightened by the vomiting of Meng Fu's heartache. It was clear that he had struggled to even walk yesterday, but he was able to stand in front of the old man's coffin. Kneel all night.
Su Cheng handed the umbrella to the servant by the door and looked in Meng Fu's direction, "I know what's going on."
Zhao Fan said no more.
In the back room, Yang Hua paid homage to the old man and helped Jiang Quan handle the funeral affairs.
The Jiang family has a big business, and Jiang Quan is still reporting funerals one after another. Not only that, he also wants to stabilize the Jiang family, which is about to collapse after Mr. Jiang's death.
With Yang Hua's help, he could handle these matters with confidence.
"The young master can now take charge of his own business. I must be very happy to see that." The driver followed Jiang Quan and looked at Jiang Xinchen at the gate and couldn't help wiping his tears.
Jiang Quan said nothing, only greeted Su Cheng who came in, "Mr. Su."
Su Cheng nodded to him, "Uncle Jiang, my condolences."
In Mr. Jiang's mourning hall, Su Cheng took three sticks of incense, knelt on Meng Fu's left side, and worshiped three times sincerely.
Beside him, Meng Fu lowered his head and looked at the letter in his hand, his hands trembling—
…
Ah Fu, grandpa is very satisfied if he can live for one more year. You have to live well.
Grandpa's afu should live well and live a good life.
"Obviously..." Meng Fu murmured, "Obviously the relationship has been terminated..."
She is obviously not from the Jiang family.
Why is it still too late
"Meng Fu," Su Cheng turned to Meng Fu beside him, his eyes were deep, "You are not a god, you can't save everyone."
**
Not far away, Zhao Fan asked Yang Hua, who had just finished chatting with Meng Fu: "Are you okay?"
Yang Hua looked in the direction of Meng Fu and sighed, "The old man left a letter for her, she will think of it."
"Left a letter?" Zhao Fan was stunned.
Did Mr. Jiang expect that he would die
Zhao Fan didn't want to understand.
The mobile phone in Yang Hua's pocket rang. It was Mrs. Yang. She pressed the answer button.
On the other side of the phone, Mrs. Yang's voice was very calm, "Baozhu, I'm in T city, please send me your address. Why didn't you tell me about such a big deal when you left? I'm here, and I can also help you. , your brother is coming too, with his legs, I'm afraid that you will have to take care of him when he comes, and let him stay in the capital... "
After listening to Mrs. Yang's words, Yang Hua was stunned for a moment, and a warm current slowly came out of her heart.
She raised Meng Fu and Meng Xun by herself. Like Meng Fu, she was used to fighting everything by herself. This was the first time that someone asked her, "Why don't you come to me?"
It wasn't that she wasn't looking, she just didn't have anyone to look for.
Yang Hua took a deep breath and reported her address to Mrs. Yang: "I'll come out to pick you up."
**
Outside.
Jiang Xinran and Mrs. Tong came to express their condolences wearing plain clothes.
Jiang Xinran looked at Jiang Xinchen standing at the gate. He was neither slumped nor depressed. He was receiving every guest. It was different from what Jiang Xinran imagined. In her impression, Jiang Xinchen should be at a loss at this time.
She thought about the words to comfort Jiang Xinchen all night. Looking at Jiang Xinchen like this, Jiang Xinran didn't know where to start with her words of comfort.
Seeing Jiang Xinran and Mrs. Tong, Jiang Xinchen bowed to them as politely as he treated everyone else, "Mrs. Tong."
"Xinchen, my condolences." Madam Tong took the incense. She looked at Jiang Xinchen and felt surprised.
She didn't pay much attention to Jiang Xinchen. Back then, he was not even as good as Jiang Xinran. In this circle, he was far inferior to Tong Eryu, a playboy and a playboy. Even with Mr. Jiang's strict teachings, he was not that successful.
But with this change, he seemed to have changed overnight.
In the Jiang family, except for Mr. Jiang, Jiang Quan and Jiang Xinchen have average methods. The old man will die.
Things are about to change for the Jiang family.
Jiang Xinran followed Mrs. Tong in. She looked at Jiang Xinchen and couldn't accept the indifferent look Jiang Xinchen gave her. "Brother, please express my condolences about grandpa. Mom is still in the capital and will be back in the afternoon..."
Jiang Xinchen turned to Jiang Xinran, his voice as cold as ice and snow, "I understand."
Come back in the afternoon.
Unfortunately, Jiang Xinran didn't know that Yang Hua was also in the capital and had returned to T city in the morning.
Jiang Xinchen glanced at Jiang Xinran expressionlessly, then withdrew his gaze to receive the next guest.
Last time he gave Jiang Xinchen a gift, Jiang Xinchen's attitude towards him was quite good. Why is his attitude like this today
Jiang Xinran was shocked. She and Mrs. Tong went in to pay homage to Mr. Jiang.
Jiang Quan was not seen in the mourning hall, but Meng Fu was seen kneeling in the mourning hall in mourning clothes.
For a moment, Jiang Xinran couldn't help but pinch her palms with her fingertips. She didn't understand, what qualifications did Meng Fu have to wear this mourning dress, and what qualifications did he have to kneel here on behalf of the descendants of the Jiang family
Jiang Xinran lowered her eyes and followed Mrs. Tong to burn incense.
It's almost eleven o'clock now.
No one in the Jiang family paid attention to Jiang Xinran and Mrs. Tong. They didn't want to stay any longer and left immediately after paying their respects.
As soon as I walked out of the mourning hall door, I saw a middle-aged woman wearing plain clothes walking inside. Next to her, there was another woman wearing a large black cotton-padded jacket. The woman was wearing a mask, making it difficult to see clearly. Face.
Jiang Xinran recognized that the person in front was Yang Hua.
Yang Hua's facial features are actually very good, but her clothes are very plain and she doesn't have the aura of a famous lady.
When Jiang Xinran saw Yang Hua, her eyes looked away as if they were burned by something.
She moved her steps, not wanting the other party to see her.
Mrs. Tong didn't notice this. She watched Jiang Xinchen chatting with a middle-aged woman and couldn't help but be surprised, "Who is that? Is she also from the Jiang family? I've never seen her before."
Jiang Xinran just wanted to leave here. She lowered her head and didn't want Yang Hua to see her.
Yang Hua didn't see her either, but just talked to Jiang Xinchen outside the mourning hall.
Jiang Xinran followed Mrs. Tong without raising her head.
Only when leaving, Yang Hua was talking softly to Jiang Xinchen, "Xinchen, this is my sister-in-law. Just follow Ah Fu and call her aunt."
Aunt
Those relatives in Wanmin Village
Those vampires
Jiang Xinran lowered her head and didn't even look at Yang Hua or the so-called aunt. She just wanted to leave here immediately, for fear that Yang Hua would recognize her and that aunt would recognize her, and she didn't want Mrs. Tong to know that she had Such a group of relatives.