Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 5939 Autism
"It's fine for me to go alone, you go back to sleep." She said.

Liu Xueyun's voice in the night was low but firm: "Let's go together."

Ho family.

Yang Ruoqing and Liu Xueyun looked around, except for He's father and mother who were resting in the backyard room, Xiao An in the mourning hall, and a young girl from the He family who was wearing sackcloth and filial piety and couldn't see her face clearly. less than others.

"So many relatives came during the day, but at night they all disappeared, and no one was left to be a companion for the He family!"

Seeing this situation, Liu Xueyun, who has always been reticent, couldn't help muttering.

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's not bad for those so-called relatives and friends to come and help during the day."

Because He Qingsong was a young man who died in a foreign country, it was unfavorable in these people's minds, and they would definitely not be willing to stay at night, unless it was the kind of relationship where they were so close that they didn't know each other.

In addition, with the hustle and bustle during the day, it cannot be ruled out that some people came here with the intention of watching the excitement.

In the end, the only ones who were really sad were He Qingsong's own parents and sister.

And, the best brother Xiao An.

"Shall I go in and call Xiao An out?" Liu Xueyun asked for instructions.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "Don't worry, listen to what they are saying first."

The two found a place where they could observe the mourning hall, but they were not easily noticed by Xiao An.

In the mourning hall, 15-year-old He Lian'er knelt in front of the crockpot to burn paper money for her brother, weeping softly, and a string of teardrops fell into the crockpot.

Xiao An knelt and sat aside, with an ugly expression on her face.

"When Uncle He talked to me earlier, he didn't say that. Why did he go back so soon?"

In the suffocating mourning hall, Xiao An asked He Lianer very puzzled.

He Lian'er sniffled, and said in a low voice: "The landlord came over earlier and said a few words to Dad. After Dad came back, he discussed with Mother and planned to go back to his hometown early tomorrow morning."

"After all, this is not our own house. It is bad luck to set up a mourning hall in someone else's house. If we do something else, the landlord will definitely not allow it."

Annoyed, Xiao An took out a bank note from her body and stuffed it into He Lian'er's hand.

"Isn't it just a house, you take this bank note to your parents, we bought this house!"

He Lian'er glanced at the amount on the bank note, and waved her hands in surprise.

"Brother An, don't do this."

"Take it and give it to your parents!" Xiao An's eyes were bloodshot, she picked up the banknote and put it back in He Lian'er's hand.

"Brother An..."

"Go!" Xiao An roared.

He Lian'er had no choice but to get up, carefully took the bank note and went to the backyard.

In the mourning hall, Xiao An almost collapsed and sat down on the ground, laughing at He Qingsong's ashes urn: "Good brother, I'm really ashamed, your brother and I have been used to being extravagant all these years, and I haven't saved much money. Now, it is enough to buy this shop."

"This is the only thing I can do for your family..."

Soon, He Lian'er and He's father came to the mourning hall together.

Xiao An stood up quickly, and looked at Father He anxiously and expectantly.

Father He put the banknote back into Xiao An's hand, and said to him earnestly, "Xiao An, our family is very grateful that you can bring back Qingsong's ashes."

"You don't need to buy the shop. It doesn't belong to us in the first place. It's a sad place to stay here. It's better to go back to my hometown earlier."

(End of this chapter)