The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1747 The sound of firecrackers in front of the mourning hall

Compared with the sound of gongs and drums, many partings in the world are actually silent.

Even, often without realizing it, some people have seen each other for the last time.

Five years ago, when the long vacation was over, Yao Chenxi, who left home and returned to East China Sea, probably never expected that her parting from her mother would turn out to be a farewell.

Like many people, she always thinks that her mother is still young, and there is still enough time to wait. She wants to wait until the child grows up, and then slowly let the parents accept it, and then do her best as a filial son.

But she forgot that if there were really so many bright futures in the world, there wouldn't be so many guilt and regrets that could not be made up in a lifetime.

funeral parlor.

Mother Yao lay quietly in the coffin.

Glass cover.

There are wreaths all around.

There is a black and white photo hanging in front of the mourning hall.

Sorrows and joys linger endlessly.

The Yao family is dressed in plain clothes.

Some Taoist priests were chanting words.

Relatives and friends continued to come to mourn.

Yao Chenxi, who looked pale and haggard, knelt in front of the mourning hall, staring at the black-and-white ghostly image, a little lost.

Life is often so cruel.

No one knows what will happen in the next second.

No one knows whether the pain of the child wanting to support but not being loved will befall him.

Li Futu was also present, holding the little guy by the hand, and tied a white ribbon around his arm.

In Yao Chenxi's state, he naturally couldn't take care of the child. Since Yao's mother left, the child has been taken care of by him.

"Mr. Li, thank you for your hard work these two days."

Kou Man walked over and handed over a bottle of mineral water in his hand.

"Drink some water."

In the past two days after my aunt passed away, this man has been busy, giving his best, without complaining, and treating Xiaoer as his own. This kind of heart is really touching.

"You don't have to entertain me, there are so many people here, you go and do your work."

Li Futu took over the waterway.

"I can't help much, there are my dad and them."

Kou Man looked at Yao Chenxi who had been kneeling there, and sighed.

"My aunt's departure is really a big blow to Sister Chenxi. Mr. Li, you need to help persuade her more. People cannot be resurrected after death. My aunt has already left. Let Sister Chenxi look away."

Li Futu nodded slowly.

Having said that, one cannot always live in grief, but Yao Chenxi's mood at this time cannot be appeased simply by saying that people cannot be resurrected after death.

I haven't returned home for several years, and I haven't even seen my mother for the last time. As a child, how should I blame myself?

And all of this is actually to blame.

If it wasn't for the child, Yao Chenxi wouldn't have had such a tense relationship with his family, and the misfortune in front of him might have been rewritten.

"Bring this water to mother."

Li Futu handed over the water Kou Man gave him to Li Xiaoer.

At this time, the only person who could temporarily divert Yao Chenxi's attention from her grief was this little guy.

Li Xiaoer obediently took the water and walked towards his mother.

The mother and son said something, and finally Yao Chenxi touched his son's face, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water.

"Fortunately, there is Xiaoer, otherwise I am really worried that sister Chen Xi will not be able to resist this time."

Kou Man sighed.

Among the Yao family, her attitude towards the little guy should be regarded as the most friendly.

In the past two days, Li Futu took his children and was busy with Yao's mother's affairs. He basically met with everyone in Yao's family in the morning. The family hardly smiled at the little guy.

In fact, the others are fine, the crux of the problem lies in Yao's father.

Yao's father didn't accept this child, so the Yao family naturally couldn't make their own claims.

In the past, Yao's father was extremely angry at his daughter's out-of-wedlock childbirth. Now that his wife has passed away, it is difficult to persuade him to accept this grandson under such circumstances.

He is now willing to let Yao Chenxi stay in the mourning hall to wear mourning, which is considered restraint.

"When will Auntie be buried?"

Li Futu asked.

"Six o'clock tomorrow morning."

Kou Man said: "The cremation will be at three o'clock in the morning. The location was chosen by my uncle. Although the place is a bit out of the way in Pushan, the scenery is good. Originally, my uncle planned to go back to his hometown in the countryside for burial, but now it is forbidden both in the city and in the countryside. Buried."

Li Futu nodded.

In the past two days, although he has been busy, he has always abided by his duty and did not go out to show off and take care of things that should not be taken care of.

Although the Yao family seldom talked to him, they could see that they had a good image of him.

"Ku Man, Dad is calling you."

A man walked over, wearing glasses, of medium height, but thinner.

Li Futu naturally knew him.

Kou Man's husband, Yao Chenxi's brother-in-law, named Tan Zhihai, belongs to the same system as Kou Man, and both work in the same TV station, but one is in front of the stage and the other is behind the scenes.

Kou Man was the host, but he was the planner.

"Mr. Li, I'll excuse you first."

"Go get busy."

Li Futu nodded.

Kou Man left quickly.

"Mr. Li, smoke a cigarette?"

Tan Zhihai took out a pack of cigarettes.

Li Futu shook his head.

"No, thanks."

Tan Zhihai didn't force it, he put away the cigarette and didn't light it himself.

"Mr. Li, I've been too busy these days to entertain you well. I hope you don't mind. When my aunt is buried, I must set up a table to thank Mr. Li."

"Don't be so polite, this is what I should do."

Li Futu said politely.

In fact, if it is really a relationship, he should be regarded as the son-in-law of the Yao family, and he is closer than Tan Zhihai.

"Sister Chenxi hasn't come back for several years, once she comes back, it will be a farewell to heaven and man forever, alas..."

Tan Zhihai glanced at Yao Chenxi who was kneeling there, and sighed.

"Mr. Li, you are a good friend of Sister Chenxi, and I hope you can persuade her not to blame yourself too much. Life, old age, sickness and death have their own destiny. She doesn't need to shoulder all the responsibilities on her shoulders. Uncle, we will help work."

Li Futu nodded, and when he was about to speak, there was a sudden "crackling" sound outside.

And it has been ringing for a long time.

The sound was obviously someone setting off firecrackers.

Not only Li Futu and Tan Zhihai, but also the relatives and friends who came to mourn in the mourning hall were stunned for a moment.

Li Futu frowned slightly, and turned to look at the door.

Although each place has different customs and habits in each place.

But there should be no place where the whip will be set off in front of the mourning hall, right?

"Who?! Who is setting off the whip?!"

Father Yao's roar sounded quickly.

Even Yao Chenxi, whose legs were numb from kneeling for a long time, led his son and slowly stood up.

(End of this chapter)