Early in the morning, the old lady was sent to the cemetery.
All the relatives of the He family, as well as the neighbors who have a good relationship with the old lady, came to see her off for the last time.
Lu Xia and Lu Ziming were dressed in black, with white flowers on their chests, and walked in front with flags raised.
Huo Yao stood not far away, watching this scene peacefully, neither hurt nor sad.
She was also wearing a black dress today, her thin cheeks were still as pale as snow, and her thin figure seemed to fall if the wind blows.
Min Yu beside her looked at her, opened his mouth and said, "If you want to go..."
Before he finished speaking, Huo Yao seemed to have guessed what he was going to say, and interrupted: "Actually, it's good to just send grandma off like this."
Before she died, she failed to catch up. Now that she is buried in the ground, she just wants her to go quietly.
If she really appeared in front of He Xiaoman and the others, there would probably be quarrels too.
She was in no mood to argue with the Lu family.
Seeing this, Min Yu said hello.
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The old lady's funeral ceremony was very simple, and the whole process didn't even take half an hour. After paying homage, everyone left separately.
Lu Xia took off the white flower on her chest and placed it on the steps in front of the tombstone. When she glanced at the photo on the tombstone, she turned her head away quickly.
He Xiaoman next to her didn't pay attention to her movements, and took off the white flower she was wearing. She raised her hand to check the time, and then said to Lu Xia, "Let's go, Xia Xia, or your plane won't be able to catch up."
Lu Xia nodded, but at this moment she remembered something, and raised her eyes to look around.
"Xia Xia, what are you looking at?" He Xiaoman asked suspiciously.
"No," Lu Xia looked away, and only said, "It's just strange why Huo Yao didn't come to send the funeral today."
As soon as Huo Yao was mentioned, He Xiaoman's face became unsightly, "White-eyed wolf, it's best not to come."
Otherwise, she would be afraid that she couldn't help scolding her in public.
Lu Xia pursed her lips slightly, said nothing, turned around and walked out of the cemetery.
Lu Ziming, who had been silent for a long time, walked behind He Xiaoman and Lu Xia. Due to changes in the family this year, the lawless arrogance and dandyism on that young face had faded away, and it became more silent and restrained.
After he followed for a few steps, he stopped and called to He Xiaoman, "Mom, you go back first, I want to stay with grandma again."
He Xiaoman glanced back at him, "There is a lot of bad luck here, do you want to stay longer?"
Lu Ziming was silent and nodded.
Lu Xia also stopped at this moment, and looked at Lu Ziming. In the past six months, her younger brother has become more sensible, and he no longer argues with her. Although there have been changes, she still can't get close to Lu Ziming.
Raising her hand and looking at the time, Lu Xia only said lightly: "Mom, then I'll go first."
He Xiaoman realized that he didn't care about his younger son anymore, and only let him take a taxi home by himself, and hurriedly followed Lu Xia.
Soon, only Lu Ziming was left in the cold and silent cemetery.
He hugged his chest, although he was a little scared, but finally he turned and walked back, and found another place to hide.
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Not long after, Huo Yao came to the old lady's tomb, looking at the smiling photo pasted on the tombstone, her expression was a little dazed.
Even though three days had passed, it was still unacceptable.
Huo Yao raised her head, and after standing quietly for a while, she gently put down the flower in her hand. When she straightened up, she said lightly, "Come out."
I'm sorry I didn't start writing, but I'll post it tomorrow when I finish writing at noon.
(end of this chapter)