the next day.

The funeral officially began.

The sound of gongs and drums resounded through the sky.

Sheng Yingying brought the two children over and found two smaller sets of white mourning clothes from a pile of white mourning clothes. She put them on the two children, and also found a hat for Xingxing and a piece of white cloth for Diandian.

Dressed in mourning clothes and with a white cloth covering her head, leaving only her two crystal clear eyes, Diandian instantly entered the role, "My grandpa, my poor grandpa!"

Sheng Yingying: “…”

The corner of her mouth twitched violently, and she covered Diandian's mouth with her hand, "Now is not the time to cry."

Diandian blinked her eyes, then nodded obediently, deciding to cry later.

Sheng Yingying smiled and patted Diandian's little head, "Good boy."

Those who came to pay their respects yesterday are coming to the banquet today.

Soon, we saw He Dahua with Chunsheng, the political commissar's wife with Qingming, and the two brothers of the Chen family.

A few acquaintances found a table and sat down first.

Chunsheng couldn't wait to run to Xingxingdiandian.

Looking at the clothes on the brother and sister, he was full of envy, "This is so cool, when can I wear clothes like this? The hats are so cool too!"

Sheng Yingying was speechless.

Chunsheng rubbed against Xingxing's side and whispered, "How about you go to the banquet for me and I cry for you, Grandpa? I promise I'll cry loudly!"

Xingxing shook her head. "Why don't you go ask your mother first?"

Chunsheng ran to He Dahahua happily.

He only said a few words.

He Dahua pulled her over, pressed her on his legs, exposing her buttocks, and slapped her hard several times.

The stars smiled slightly, everything was under control.

Boss Wen came out holding Father Wen’s portrait.

Old Wen's thigh still had a slight limp.

As a result, when he went out, he didn't lift his right foot completely, and it happened to trip on the threshold. He fell forward and fell flat on his face.

The portrait in his hand was also thrown out.

The photo fell out of the frame.

Zhou Sese hurried out and picked up the photo from the ground. "Hey, why did you drop your dad? Why don't you feel relieved after dying once?"

Everyone was looking over here. Boss Wen felt embarrassed, so he snatched the photo and stuffed it back into the frame. He adjusted the mourning hat on his head and held the photo back in his arms.

The sound of gongs and drums began.

Boss Wen took the lead and walked in front, crying as he walked. The mourning rope tied around his waist hung down to the ground, raising clouds of dust.

Behind Boss Wen is Boss Wen No. 2.

Behind them are Zhou Sese, Wen Nuan, Sheng Xijiang, behind Sheng Xijiang are Xing Xingdiandian, and behind them are the coffin bearers.

This should be the funeral with the fewest people attending in the surrounding area in the past ten years. Every family has dozens of people attending.

Aunt Feng couldn't help but shake her head. "What if life was good before? Now the only ones attending the funeral are my own sons and daughters. How tragic."

Sister Ma smiled and asked, "Whose child is that little girl crying at the end? Why is she so adorable? She cries the loudest. If you didn't know her, you'd think she was crying for her dad."

For some reason, Sheng Xijiang suddenly felt his forehead twitch violently.

Aunt Feng glanced at them and said in a low voice, "That's the daughter of the officer comrade that Xiao Zhou married. Xiao Zhou is quite pitiful. She just got married and became a stepmother at such a young age. It's not easy to be a stepmother!"

Walking.

The hemp rope supporting the coffin suddenly broke, and with a bang, the coffin fell to the ground.

moment.

There was complete silence.

The coffin falling to the ground is not a good sign.

If the coffin falls to the ground, the whole family will be in trouble.

Chen Wanru rushed out of the house and yelled at the young men carrying the coffin without saying a word, "What's wrong with you? Is this your first time doing this? How can you let the coffin fall to the ground?"

Wen Nuan just felt that everyone's eyes were on her, which was ugly and embarrassing.

He immediately walked to Chen Wanru and said, "Mom, stop talking. The coffin has fallen to the ground, so just lift it up."

Chen Wanru was shaking with anger, "But..."

Wen Nuan was already impatient. "Mom, when did you become so superstitious? It's just that the rope wasn't tied properly and it fell off. What meaning does this have? Could it be that Dad doesn't want us to live a good life?"

Chen Wanru wiped her tears and said, "That's what you said."

He turned around and yelled at the young men, "Hurry up, tie the ropes and lift it up again!"

The funeral finally ended with a stumbling process and was finally cremated.

During cremation.

Wen Nuan had been squatting nearby, feeling extremely angry as she thought about how she would soon have to return to Beijing with the old man's ashes.

Chen Wanru waited until the body turned into a pile of yellow earth before she went up and carefully placed the ashes into the urn bit by bit. She walked over to Wen Nuan with the urn in her arms and said, "Nuan Nuan, Mommy is leaving Daddy in your care. You must bring your daddy's ashes back to the city and let him rest in peace."

Wen Nuan nodded unhappily and took the ashes.

The moment of standing up.

My legs feel numb.

The warm body leaned straight to the side. In a hurry, he loosened his hands and held the wall next to him to support himself. The urn in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. The lid of the urn opened and the ashes were scattered all over the floor.

However, at this moment, gusts of wind blew and scattered the ashes, leaving only a few large bones that had not been burned, lying there shockingly.

"you……"

"How could you give your father to..."

Chen Wanru cried as she tried to grab the ashes, but how could she fight the wind? She could only watch helplessly as the cracks swept the delicate ashes away...

Zhou Sese was stunned beside her and gently grabbed Sheng Xijiang's sleeve. "Am I seeing this right? This scene is too dramatic!"

Zhou Sese didn’t believe in retribution before, but now, she believes it.

This is the retribution for Father Wen.

He longed to return to the old city, and even if he died, he would send his ashes back.

But now, let alone returning to Beijing, even if we find the ashes, it would be as difficult as climbing to heaven.

A lively funeral ended with the disappearance of the ashes.

Chen Wanru burst into tears.

Wen Nuan heaved a sigh of relief, "Mom, don't be sad. At worst, I can build a cenotaph for my dad when I get back. That will be a place for him to rest in peace."

Zhou Sese tilted her head. "Why do you look a little relieved?"

Wen Nuan, whose heart was broken by what she heard, instantly exploded. "Don't talk nonsense and sow discord!"

Zhou Sese: "A little bit."

Wen Nuan: "You..."