Yuan Yuxue stared at the place intently. Even with the noisy voices around him, he did not lose sight of it. The wind came in through the gaps in the crowd, blowing his hair lightly. He looked inexplicably cold, as if he was separated from everything around him.
Perhaps it was because his gaze was too obvious that Yuan Yuxue heard Xiao Qi standing next to him ask him in a low voice, "Do you want to go in?"
Yuan Yuxue tilted her head slightly and nodded lightly.
This matter is actually a bit difficult to deal with.
After all, they were just strangers from the outside world. If they wanted to rashly enter a private place like someone's funeral hall, even if Fatty came forward, he might not necessarily help them.
But Xiao Qi just thought about it for a moment, blinked slightly at Yuan Yuxue, moved his lips slightly, and uttered a little breathy sound, "… There is a way. I will let you in."
So Xiao Qi naturally inserted himself into the conversation between the man in the suit and Lao Li.
Xiao Qi is not like a suit, she can easily appear sophisticated and worldly-wise, this is not her strong point.
But she is a girl who is easy to let down your guard and even likes her - probably because she looks very non-aggressive, the type that looks like a top student or a good girl, the type that elders like the most. She speaks very softly and slowly, and no matter what she says, people will continue to listen patiently.
Compared with the strong suit, Lao Li seemed to prefer talking to the girl Xiao Qi.
So Xiao Qi slowly made a new request, "Can I go into the mourning hall and take a look?"
Xiao Qi explained, "This is actually the custom in my family. I want to recite a prayer for your daughter... I hope she will be happy and healthy in the afterlife."
Most people in the village are superstitious. It can be said that when Xiao Qi said this, they looked somewhat moved.
Xiao Qi then suggested bringing Yuan Yuxue in as well. She said calmly, "I need someone to help with this prayer. He's from my hometown. He can help me."
As soon as she finished speaking, the son of the old Li family suddenly looked over. Compared with his parents, the son seemed very taciturn. Even when the relatives greeted him, he just nodded or shook his head silently. The only thing that showed that he was a little sad was probably his red eyes.
When this boy, who seemed a bit introverted and even timid, heard those strange outsiders wanting to enter the mourning hall and his parents began to waver, he actually raised his head and said directly in a hoarse voice, "No need."
"Why are we letting them into my sister's mourning hall? How can there be such a rule?" he asked.
Mr. and Mrs. Li, who were originally a little hesitant, suddenly became less interested after their son's refusal.
Xiao Qi, who was rejected, did not show any disappointed look.
She just gently pushed her bangs back, and her brown, glass-like eyes stared at Mr. and Mrs. Li again.