I didn’t deliberately look at Yutingchuan from beginning to end.
It was almost noon when we arrived at the cemetery.
Grandma’s urn was put in the tomb. Song Qingcheng knelt in front of the tomb and burned the silver ingot with a white mourning hat. Her eyebrows drooped and her eyelashes were dense and dark. When everyone paid homage, a pair of leather shoes appeared in Song Qingcheng’s sight. Yu Tingchuan squatted down next to her and picked up some paper money and threw it into the brazier.
Yu Tingchuan also kowtowed to the old man’s house before leaving.
Song city didn’t expect him to kneel so respectfully. After all, his age was there. Besides, grandma and he were not close to each other. Obviously, I didn’t expect that, especially those who came to see Yu Tingchuan for the funeral, pulled faces and followed him to bow down again.
After the funeral, I went back to the courtyard table. My aunt couldn’t help but tell Song Qingcheng, "Everyone says that the granddaughter-in-law of the Song family is very good. You will definitely not be wronged after following him back to Nancheng."
Song Qingcheng smiled faintly. She knew he was fine and always knew it.
-digression–
Well, highlighting the strength of old Yu’s boyfriend has slightly delayed the pace of returning to South City.
☆ Chapter 193 Good flowers should be matched with boss Yu (proposal)
After lunch, friends and relatives began to leave one after another.
Cousin and his wife stayed to help with the funeral, and the little cousin has gone back with the rest of the family.
Before Lu Xishan left, the old lady found Song Qingcheng in her room and took her back to Nancheng. Song Qingcheng’s answer has not changed, even if it is clear that Lu Xishan is really going to take care of her.
After my grandmother passed away, Song Qingcheng didn’t want to have any more entanglements with Lujia.
When Lu Xishan saw the persuasion and sat for a while to leave, he left a bank card on the table. "There is not much money. You can keep it as a rainy day."
Song Qingcheng picked up the bank card and returned it to Liu Xishan. "Uncle, take it back. I am quite well off now. Grandma made a will and other formalities before her death. This suite will be transferred to my name Tongzi Lane. My uncle will be demolished this year. I am not too worried."
Lu Xishan looked at her with a faint thought in his eyes, but he didn’t know what to say until he asked, "What are your plans for the old man’s business to come over and spare you this time?"
"At present, it’s quite good." Song Qingcheng vaguely took it and then greeted Liu Xishan with a smile. "Uncle, you go back to Nancheng and pay attention to Aunt Ann and say hello for me."
Lu Xishan nodded and didn’t stay long.
At noon, Liu Yunxuan and Shen Zhi had already stopped.
Song Qingcheng didn’t know where they had gone, and he wasn’t curious. When he left Lu Xishan and came back through the hospital, he saw his cousin sitting at the porch table and discussing the funeral expenses with Yu Tingchuan.
The helpers began to clean up the leftovers of the banquet.
Fumin and Yurong have not been idle to help their cousins sort things out together.
At this moment, Yujing wandered out of the kitchen with two cream buns in his hand, and saw the whole city of Song running immediately "specially left you how much rice you didn’t eat just now"
Song Qingcheng had no appetite, but he still took the package and asked Yu Jing, "Don’t learn recently?"
"Yes, but I asked for leave," said Yu Jing. "My mother agreed this time."
Yu Jing glanced into the corner and reached out a finger. "Why hasn’t he left yet?"
The whole song dynasty looked down the direction she had pointed out and found that Shen Che was sitting on a stool and basking in the sun with a big porcelain bowl for steak dinner.
"Shen Che came back from Yunnan to see me."
Song Qingcheng told the truth, "He is also my friend with few years."
Shen Che induction at their side.
Then continue to pick up food and eat your own food.
Yu Jing, oh, has repeatedly spoken politely. "This is his second bowl. I mean, will he last until he eats like this?"
Song Qingcheng said, "Boys must eat more than girls."
"That also didn’t see my second uncle so can eat" Yujing du lip "my second uncle also sedan chair?"
"…" The whole Song Dynasty heard Yujing say this and went to see the cloister. Yutingchuan was holding a pen to write something with half a cigarette in his left finger.
She also noticed that it was fine two days ago, but today he really hardly smokes.
One reason is that men cope with communication.
There’s another reason—
Compared with his YuTingChuan is really two days and two nights didn’t sleep.
Smoking is divine.
Section 159
Next to Yu Jing, she said, "By the way, my mother has bought a high-speed rail ticket for more than four o’clock in the afternoon."
Song city turned to look at the next to peel orange Yujing.
"You come with us." Yujing looked up while tearing off the orange peel. "Grandma, things have come to an end. If you continue to stay here, my second uncle will definitely not rest assured that he will not be able to concentrate on his work."
Song Qingcheng said, "I want to stay here for another three days."
It may seem superstitious for the old man to say this when he has just been buried. If there is a living thing, she doesn’t want the old man to feel lonely.
At about three o’clock in the afternoon, everyone gradually finished their work at hand.
It didn’t take long for Fumin and them to go back to Nancheng.
Song city thought of Yujing talking and turned to his room. Yutingchuan’s change of clothes has been done, but she didn’t pick it up these two days.
The door was pushed open from the outside when the shirt was being folded.
Come in is Yu Tingchuan.
His left hand was still in his trouser pocket, and his right hand was holding the doorknob. No one was found in the courtyard to see the results. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Song Qingcheng sitting there sorting his clothes. He took a few steps to set the bed. "I don’t have to wear it today."