Ye Qingxin heard the buzzing voices outside, got out of bed, put on her filial hat and went out.
The people and the wreaths in the yard made her stunned.
The people who suddenly appeared in the yard were all dressed in extraordinary manners, and all of them looked strange, not like relatives of the Ye family or Zhou family. The wreaths were placed directly from the mourning hall to the outside of the yard. Looking at the posture extending outward, there should be quite a few outside.
Ye Qingxin glanced around calmly, Jing Boyuan was not there, the middle-aged man from last night was busy greeting guests, judging from his polite manner to those people, these people probably have a lot of background.
Song's mother and Ji Yi were also busy greeting guests, but Song's mother's words and expressions revealed the common people's feeling of humbleness when they saw the emperor, while Ji Yi was very airy in dealing with the crowd, and others were polite to her.
The small courtyard, which was originally cold, suddenly became crowded.
Someone noticed Ye Qingxin coming out, saw the filial hat on her head and the hemp rope around her waist, and immediately recognized her identity. Many people came to her and said some comforting words to her that the deceased is gone, and the grief will change.
The tone was very polite, with a hint of flattery.
Ye Qingxin suppressed the sadness and doubts in her heart, and dealt with it with appropriate words. Another wave of people came to express their condolences outside the door with wreaths, and Ye Qingxin was suddenly a little overwhelmed.
In addition to the unknown people wearing shirts, suits and leather shoes, gradually some relatives, near or far, came to express condolences, and neighbors also began to visit.
Ye Qingxin had a faint idea in her heart. Taking advantage of the gap between greeting people, she pulled Song's mother aside, "Why are there so many people all of a sudden?"
The busy feeling on Mother Song's body has not yet dissipated, her eyes are shining, she seems a little excited, she heard the words and replied: "This morning Mayor Lu and the secretary of the municipal party committee brought wreaths to express their condolences, and then all the leaders and employees in the city and the county followed suit. Look at the one in the blue shirt." Mother Song pointed to the man in his fifties who was standing at the gate of the yard talking to Ji Yi, and said, "He is the secretary of the county party committee who just took office this year, and there is that one."
"That is the director of the Municipal People's Congress"
"That's the chief of the Public Security Bureau"
Song's mother pointed to the past one by one, and they were all leaders with extraordinary bearing.
"Xinxin, what is your fiancé's background that can make all these leaders mobilize?"
The last time Jing Boyuan's family came, Song's mother felt that the family was not ordinary people, but she did not expect that even the city leaders were polite. Thinking of the previous city party secretary's polite attitude towards Jing Boyuan, Song's mother was even more in awe.
Ye Qingxin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered what she heard at the gate of the courtyard last night, and her subsequent state, Jing Boyuan must have seen that she was sad because of the desolation of the funeral
These people are all here for Jing Boyuan.
And those relatives and neighbors probably came for these city-level and county-level leaders.
But no matter whether these people came to express their condolences sincerely or pretended to do so, at least the funeral seemed to be a good one.
Ye Qingxin had a sore nose, and suddenly wanted to see Jing Boyuan very much.
"What about others?" she asked Song's mother.
Although she didn't name anyone, Song's mother understood, so she replied, "I left with the secretary of the municipal party committee and the mayor of Lu in the morning. I said there was something wrong, and I told you that I must urge you to eat when you get up." When it came to eating, Song's mother slapped her forehead.
The two were about to go to the kitchen when another group of people came to the door. They were relatives from Ye Jundong's side, whom Song's mother knew.
Ye Qingxin saw that Song's mother wanted to entertain her, so she said, "You go, I will eat by myself."
Song's mother hesitated for a moment, then said: "Okay then, Jiujiu is helping out in the kitchen, you go in and find her."
Ye Qingxin went into the kitchen, and Song Jiu picked vegetables with a few older aunts. When she saw Ye Qingxin come in, she put down the vegetables in her hands and washed her hands, gave Ye Qingxin a bowl of porridge, and took two buns from the steamer.
"Xinxin, come over for breakfast."
Ye Qingxin looked at the cauldron set up in the small kitchen, and several people in chef uniforms were busy, and turned to Song Jiu, "Are they?"
Obviously no cook was hired yesterday, and generally families have a cook hired for weddings and funerals, and there are private people in the town who do this job, but those cooks wearing chef's overalls clearly seem to be from some hotel.
Song Jiu grabbed a handful of vegetables and sat next to Ye Qingxin. He picked them and said, "It's not that your big boss asked people to find them overnight. The last time your big boss invited me to Nanhai Banquet, do you still remember that these chefs came from Nanhai Banquet?"
It was only then that Ye Qingxin noticed that the chef's overalls were indeed embroidered with the words "South Sea Banquet".
"You don't know anything because you are asleep. Pity I was dragged here early in the morning to do this and that, and my arms are sore."
Ye Qingxin said softly: "It's hard work."
Song Jiu smiled: "I'm not as hardworking as your big boss. You fell asleep last night, and he carried you back to your room, and then held a vigil for you. I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and saw him carry Xiaoguo back to the room. Your big boss is really strong. Xiaoguo is an eighteen-year-old adult man anyway. He doesn't change his face when he hugs him, and he doesn't feel the weight at all."
Ye Qingxin was holding the bowl, she had no appetite, but forced herself to drink a few mouthfuls of porridge.
"Then he didn't sleep?"
Song Jiu thought for a while, "Probably not. I was called up to work at four o'clock in the morning. I saw him sitting in the mourning hall, like a sculpture. I thought he was asleep. I wanted to go over and take a look, but before he got close, he turned his head and looked over. I was so scared that I turned around and ran away. The look in his eyes was too threatening."
Ye Qingxin didn't know what was going on in her heart.
"Didn't you let go when you saw him last time, what's wrong this time?"
Song Jiudao: "I don't know either. Although he looked serious last time, he was not as scary as this time. At that time, I felt my scalp go numb, and I subconsciously turned around and ran away."
Ye Qingxin didn't say anything, endured the discomfort in her stomach, and finished a bowl of porridge.
It was almost ten o'clock now.
When she came out of the kitchen, the funeral band changed the tune and continued to play. There were a little fewer people in the yard than before, but it was still full of people, people they knew or not, and it was very lively.
Because of the relationship between the leaders, several relatives and neighbors volunteered to stay and help. The middle-aged man was assigning tasks. The yard looked messy, but everything was going on in an orderly manner.
After the middle-aged man finished allocating, Ye Qingxin brought a glass of water over.
"Uncle, drink water."
The middle-aged man was flattered and said with a smile, "My wife can just call me Pan Yang."
Ye Qingxin: "How can I do that, I should call you Uncle Pan." After a pause, she asked: "What is your relationship with Bo Yuan?"
Pan Yang replied truthfully: "I am the director of the branch of Pauway Group in city S."
Ye Qingxin nodded, "I heard Mother Song say that the secretary of the Municipal Party Committee and Mayor Lu came this morning. How did they know about my mother and why did they come here?"
Pan Yang faltered a little.
Ye Qingxin said bluntly, "It was he who asked you to reveal the news."
Seeing Pan Yang nodding, she asked again: "Our family doesn't know the secretary of the municipal party committee or the mayor, and their status and status are far apart. How could they come to mourn my mother and attract so many leading cadres to come to express their condolences?"
This news, I am afraid that it has caused a sensation in the whole city of T, otherwise, even distant relatives who are not in the same city will come to express their condolences.
Ye Qingxin thought of the time when Ye Qingguo had an accident, Mayor Lu and several important leaders of the city also suddenly appeared. At that time, she thought that Jing Boyuan could ask Mayor Lu to come forward, there must be some conflict of interest, but she asked later, Jing Boyuan just brought it up with a little effort.
This time it was such a big move again, the city and county leaders all came, and Jing Boyuan went out to discuss matters with the secretary of the municipal party committee and mayor Lu
Pan Yang didn't know whether he should answer truthfully.
Seeing that he clearly knew something, Ye Qingxin drooped her eyelashes and said softly, "Finally, I won't tell him, I just pretend I don't know."
Pan Yang gritted his teeth and thought for a while before saying: "The last time my wife encountered difficulties at home, Mr. Jing donated a sum of money to the city government in your name. The money was used to build the Eighth Bureau Building. This time, Mr. Jing said that the roads in S City are not good and should be repaired. I told Mayor Lu what he meant. By the way, I revealed that the funeral was a bit deserted."
Ye Qingxin understood what happened next without him saying it.
The sun was so hot outside that Ye Qingxin felt a little dizzy, so she got up and went to sit in the mourning hall.
I don't know if there are dead people in the mourning hall. It's a little cold, which is completely different from the heat outside.
She looked at the ice coffin in a daze.
I'm afraid my mother never dreamed that she would be so beautiful after her death.
City leaders and county leaders all came to express their condolences, and it would be embarrassing to say it out.
Ye Qing wanted to laugh, but tears fell from her eyes for some reason, and the corners of her upturned mouth gradually collapsed.
The people who came to express their condolences kept coming, and there were people's shadows passing by from time to time, and the mournful voices in the ears never stopped.
Jing Boyuan didn't come back until after four o'clock in the afternoon.
The man was still wearing the same gray shirt and trousers from yesterday. Even though he had worn it for two days, he was still straight and straight. His face was cold, deep, and handsome. Everyone in the yard knew that the city and county leaders came to mourn Zhou Qiaoqiao because of him. They looked at Jing Boyuan unconsciously with respect, and the people who were sitting couldn't help but stand up with restrained expressions.
With a cigarette in his hand, Jing Boyuan scanned the courtyard with a steady gaze, didn't see that figure, and strode straight towards the mourning hall, but he didn't forget to nod to the people who looked at him as a greeting.
Pan Yang stepped forward, as if he wanted to say something, he just called Mr. Jing Boyuan, but Jing Boyuan raised his hand to stop him.
After entering the mourning hall, I saw the girl sitting on the bench in a daze.
Jing Boyuan threw away the cigarette butt and crushed it with his foot, walked over and sat down beside the girl, reached out to hold her cold little hand, and said in a calm and reassuring voice, "Xinxin."
Ye Qingxin turned her eyeballs to look over, smiled slowly at him, hugged him with her arms through the gap between his arms and waist, heard the beating of his heart in his chest, and said softly with tears, "You're back."
After a moment of silence, she said again: "Thank you."
Pan Yang, who was following behind, stood there for two seconds, then turned and left.
Jing Boyuan lowered his head, wiped away the intertwined tears on the girl's face with his fingertips, and hugged her quietly.
summer
There were a lot of mosquitoes that night, and everyone started to gather for dinner at five o'clock. The mourners had already left, and only the funeral helpers and the funeral band were left.
There are three tables in the yard.
The member of the funeral band who was talking nonsense last night came over with a wine glass. The cylindrical Colin glass was filled with a glass of white wine, and he said to Ye Qingxin: "I was talking nonsense last night. Please forgive Mrs. Jing. I will punish myself with a glass."
After finishing speaking, he directly raised his glass, raised his neck and drank it clean, and his face, which was a little red from the sun, turned even redder.
Ye Qingxin actually didn't care about anything with him, and what he said was true, so there was nothing worth fussing about, so she smiled and said, "I'll forget it if you don't mention it, it's no big deal."
The man was a young man in his twenties, with big eyes and good looks, his expression relaxed when he heard this, and he said gratefully: "Thank you, Mrs. Jing."
Everyone already knew that Zhou Qiaoqiao's son-in-law was surnamed Jing, and he was a very important person.
The guy returned to his companion's table, and someone half-jokingly half-advised: "I told you to be careful with what you say. It's almost a disadvantage. Fortunately, Mr. Jing and Mrs. Jing don't care about you. If you change your mind, I'm afraid you won't even know how you died."
"No, I've been in this business for so many years, and it's the first time I've seen so many leaders at once. In the scene during the day, I made several mistakes on stage. I don't know if you noticed."
"It's not just you, I've been off-key, and I don't know what the origin of that Mr. Jing is. Those leaders in the city are so polite to him."
"From the moment he came in yesterday, I felt that this person was different. He looked like a leader. Later, when I saw him putting on the shroud for the dead, I didn't think it was like that. How could a leader do such a bad thing by himself?"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the woman next to him, "What do you know? Do you see that Mr. Jing has been serving Mrs. Jing's food? This man can risk his life sometimes for the woman he really likes, not to mention dressing the dead. I saw that Mr. Jing was really kind to Mrs. Jing. I saw that my girlish heart was overflowing. If I were ten years younger, I would also want to find such a man."
"Then you have to grow a cute face first."
The woman directly threw the chopsticks over, "Fuck you little bastard"
After dinner, the funeral band played again.
Different from the desertedness last night, the neighbors in the neighborhood came over after dinner, their eyes fell on Jing Boyuan intentionally or unintentionally, catching Song's mother to inquire about Jing Boyuan's identity.
Song's mother also knew that the man was from the capital, rich and capable, and knew nothing else.
The neighbor clicked his tongue, "I really didn't realize that a golden phoenix flew out of Zhou Qiaoqiao's chicken coop, and found such a golden husband-in-law back."
Song's mother was displeased when she heard this, "What chicken coop Phoenix, you belittle Qiaoqiao so much, be careful that she will talk to you at night"
People in this small place are in awe of ghosts and gods, and the neighbor was frightened, patted his chest and said, "Hey, how scary are you talking?"
The dining table was set up in the yard and cleaned up, but it was not put away. Some neighbors brought their children to watch the band play the suona. They sat and chatted at the table in twos and threes. There were children running around in the yard and making a lot of noise.
Seeing that there was nothing to help, Ji Yi went back to the hotel.
Ye Qingxin sent her to the entrance of the alley, and sincerely thanked her: "Third Aunt, thank you for these two days."
Ji Yi smiled: "We are all a family, so you don't have to be so polite, but they are all ignorant and said to help, but they don't know where they went, don't mind."
Ye Qingxin smiled: "How come, I am already very grateful that you are here."
Ji Yi said: "Go back, there are many mosquitoes outside."
Ye Qingxin insisted on watching Ji Yi's car leave.
Back in the yard, I happened to see Jing Boyuan standing in a corner of the yard smoking a cigarette. There was a four or five-year-old girl standing in front of him and looking up at him, as if she was talking to him. The suona was loud, and Ye Qingxin couldn't hear what she said. He could only see Jing Boyuan flicking a cigarette with one hand, and touching the little girl's head with the other. In that scene, there was a sense of a loving father and a little daughter.
Ye Qingxin stood at the door, leaning against the door, staring at the picture inside, unconsciously caressing her lower abdomen with her right hand.
If there is a daughter in the belly, maybe when it grows up, the scene in front of it will really be staged in life.
"Xinxin, what are you doing with the pestle?" Song's mother came out to pour the dish water, saw Ye Qingxin was pestered, and called her.
Ye Qingxin stepped forward to help, but Song's mother said, "No need, a healthy person should have a good rest."
"Thank you, Aunt Song. If it wasn't for your and uncle's help, I wouldn't know what to do." Mother Song smiled, "Qiaoqiao had the best relationship with me before she was alive, and I should help her. However, even without our help, wouldn't you still have him? I think he is more capable than us, and that Ji is also a capable person."
Mother Song looked at Jing Boyuan pointingly as she spoke.
Ye Qingxin pursed her lips and smiled, but said nothing.
At night, Jing Boyuan and Ye Qingguo were still guarding the spirit. Ye Qingxin also wanted to guard the spirit, but Jing Boyuan forcefully ordered him to go back to his room to sleep.
Ye Qingxin was lying on the bed, unable to fall asleep no matter what.
The light outside was bright, and light came in through the windows, brightening the bedroom.
I checked my phone, it was eleven o'clock.
Thinking of what Song Jiu said that Jing Boyuan didn't sleep last night, and that he didn't have time to sleep during the day, Ye Qingxin couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.
Getting out of bed and opening the door to go out, he saw Jing Boyuan coming out of Ye Qingguo's room.
Seeing Ye Qingxin, Jing Boyuan frowned indistinctly, and walked over, "Why did you come out?"
Ye Qingxin didn't answer, she glanced behind him, "Xiaoguo fell asleep."
Jing Boyuan nodded, "Yes."
Ye Qingxin looked at the man's slightly tired eyes, "I'll watch over it, you go to sleep for a while."
Jing Boyuan didn't say anything, he just stretched out his arms to put her in his arms, and brought her into the bedroom, regardless of whether she wanted to or not, he carried her to the bed authoritarianly and autocratically, and covered her belly with a thin quilt.
The man's hot and rough palm caressed her belly, "Sleep obediently, if you don't sleep, our daughter will sleep too."
Ye Qingxin recalled the scene she saw before, and opened her mouth to ask, "Do you like your daughter?"
Jing Boyuan's slender fingertips brushed away the broken hair sticking to her forehead, "I like everything you gave birth to."
Ye Qingxin smiled, and suddenly thought of her deceased mother, birth, old age, sickness and death, the laws of nature, everyone understands the truth, but when it is really her turn, she is not so open-minded.
"My mom didn't even know I was pregnant. If I had told her earlier, would you say she would be happy, and then in a good mood, she wouldn't go so fast"
Jing Boyuan touched the girl's cheek with his big hand, "I think what she hopes more is that you and Xiaoguo can live happily. If you are so sad, maybe she will be angry."
"Sleep, for your mother's peace of mind, for our children."
I don't know if she was bewitched by Jing Boyuan's voice, but Ye Qingxin fell into a deep sleep unknowingly.
She woke up earlier the next day.
Like yesterday, there was an endless stream of people who came to express their condolences.
In the afternoon, unexpectedly, Tai Zhengting's family came.
Many people knew about the relationship between Tai Zhengting and Zhou Qiaoqiao. Apart from the regrettable marriage at the beginning, the care and care for the three orphans and widows in the next ten years caused even more discussions among the neighbors. Everyone looked at Tai Zhengting obviously abnormally, but Tai Zhengting didn't seem to notice it at all. He sent a wreath and went to burn incense for Zhou Qiaoqiao.
After burning the incense, Li Shufen held Ye Qingxin's hand, like a good aunt, crying and comforting her, her heart and soul came out of her mouth.
Ye Qingxin vaguely understood who she was doing this play for.
Besides Jing Boyuan, who else is worthy of her acting so hard.
In front of her mother, Ye Qingxin didn't want to make everyone look bad, so she coped with it.
Turning around and seeing Tai Shiyun and Tai Shishi standing there, Ye Qingxin reminded softly: "You two cousins, it's your turn."
Tai Shiyun was not happy, Tai Shishi stared at the ice coffin thoughtfully, with a strange expression on her face.
Li Shufen stepped forward and pushed the two of them, "How did you teach you at home, and you still haven't offered incense to your aunt."
The two were incensed.
Ye Qingxin pushed the futon under the feet of the two of them, "You two cousins kowtow and put this on, be careful not to hurt your knees."
Tai Shiyun was taken aback for a moment, she was not prepared to kowtow at all.
But a lot of people watched, and Tai Zhengting gave thousands of warnings when he came, so he had no choice but to kowtow to Zhou Qiaoqiao three times.
It can be regarded as repaying her previous verbal insults and abuse to Zhou Qiaoqiao.
Tai Shishi kowtowed three times.
When Ye Qingxin turned her attention away from the mother and daughter, she saw that Tai Zhengting had already taken the opportunity to chat with Jing Boyuan.
I don't know what the two of them talked about, but when Tai Zhengting left, his face was ashen.
Ye Qingxin approached Jing Boyuan and asked him: "What did you tell him?"
The suona is very loud, and the voice must be louder.
Seeing her approaching, Jing Boyuan stubbed out his cigarette, and replied: "I just told him that your mother's sudden death has something to do with his daughter."
Just as he was talking, there was a commotion outside, and a woman's scream was faintly heard, as if something had happened.
Someone ran in and said something to Song's father, Song's expression changed, and he ran out quickly.
Ye Qingxin wanted to go over to have a look, but Jing Boyuan held her back, "There are so many people, don't run around."
After a while, Pan Yang came in from the yard and ran straight to the two of them, panting, "A family of four who just came in, the man suddenly became angry for some reason, and knocked a girl down with a slap. The back of her head happened to hit a sharp corner of a raised brick. She passed out on the spot and bled all over the place. He was sent to the hospital just now, and I don't know if he can survive."
After speaking, he curled his lips and shook his head again, "I think the corner of the brick has been inserted into the back of his head, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive."
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Although it was late, I still had the cheek to ask for a monthly pass.
That's right, your certain Yao has such a thick skin
Also, thank you for the little cuties during this period of time, the rewards such as flower tickets, diamonds, Xiaoxiang coins, etc. Sometimes Mou Yao failed to thank in time, but Mou Yao saw it all and was grateful, thank you.