☆, Chapter 164 One Hundred and Sixty-four Fathers and Daughters
The Su family father and son returned to the imperial capital with the ashes of Su Qiqiao and Madam Su.
This was the first time the whole family took a plane and went home together. But for Su Qiqiao now, everything was very confusing.
She didn't know what it meant for her mother to die. Why did her mother turn into a small box?
According to the previous plan, Su Zelin began to prepare for his mother's funeral. After all, he had to return to his roots.
The funeral was held at the Su family's home.
Su Qiqiao looked at the black and white photo on the memorial tablet in confusion. Behind the photo was a large wooden box. She didn't understand how the small box turned into a big box?
Finally, she voiced her doubt: "Dad, where is Mom?"
Looking at the innocent Su Qiqiao, Su Zhe's heart ached. There were red marks under his eyes, and it seemed that he had cried a lot before.
Su Zelin, who was standing by, pulled Su Qiqiao towards him and said, "Be good. Mom will be back when this is over."
"Really?!" When Su Qiqiao heard that her mother would be back, she stood up straight and looked at the approaching guests obediently.
"Old Su...my condolences!" Su Zhe's good friend Jiang Chenping walked over with a heavy heart, his eyes slightly red. Then he walked in front of Su Qiqiao: "Good boy..." After seeing Su Qiqiao's gaze, he couldn't hold back his tears.
He knew the hardships Su Qiqiao had suffered since childhood, but at that time he was busy establishing a branch company and never cared about Su Qiqiao at all.
If he had known earlier that this girl was from the Su family...
Maybe the child wouldn't have to suffer so much!
"Old Jiang... I'll leave Yuncheng in your hands." Su Zhe lowered his head slightly. This good friend had been with him in starting a business since they were young, and it was thanks to this close friend that he was able to make a comeback later...
The two elderly people looked at each other with red eyes.
At this time, an unexpected person came to the funeral.
Yang Linxin walked in supporting Yang Zhengjun.
Su Zhe's expression froze when he saw Mr. Yang, and then he quickly stepped forward: "Mr. Yang!"
Yang Zhengjun looked at Su Zhe. His hair, which was originally just gray, was now completely white. Seeing this, he felt sad in his heart.
"Xiao Su, I'm so sorry for your loss." Yang Zhengjun patted Su Zhe's shoulder, then, with the support of Yang Linxin, walked to Mrs. Su's portrait and lit a stick of incense. "Daughter-in-law of the Su family, rest assured. As long as I, Yang Zhengjun, am still alive, I will never let anyone hurt Miss Su again."
Everyone present was stunned after hearing Yang Zhengjun's words. Only Su Qiqiao looked at Yang Zhengjun with confusion. Yang Linxin walked to Su Qiqiao's side, looked at her slightly dazed look, and couldn't help but shed tears.
Yang Zhengjun walked up to Su Qiqiao and patted her head: "Good girl... I'm sorry for making you suffer."
His granddaughter had told her what happened in Yuncheng a long time ago. Perhaps because of his granddaughter, he loved Su Qiqiao as well as her family. Moreover, he knew her from childhood to adulthood through his granddaughter's mouth, so he felt a little more sympathetic towards her.
Su Qiqiao smiled at Yang Zhengjun and said, "Grandpa, are you here to look for my mother? My mother is not at home... My brother said that if I behave myself, she will come back to find me."
Su Qiqiao's words made Su Zelin lose control for a moment, and he bit the back of his hand.
At this time, a figure appeared beside Su Zelin.
"Mr. Su, I am deeply sorry for the loss." The man who came was Zhou Wei. He came with Old Master Yang. Now he has retired and became a bodyguard of the Yang family.
Su Zelin released his hand and bowed to him: "Thank you."
Su Zhe walked over to Yang Zhengjun and bowed as well: "Thank you, Mr. Yang."
Afterwards, a group of people lifted up the coffin. Since Mrs. Su was cremated in Yuncheng, the cremation process was skipped and the coffin was sent directly to the cemetery.
The group drove to the cemetery.
Huo Cheng also rushed back from abroad. Before the incident happened, Su Zelin sent him away abroad after he finished his work at Huateng.
If Yang Linxin hadn't told him, he wouldn't have known that such a big thing had happened!
"Acheng?" Su Qiqiao still remembered Huocheng.
Or perhaps it was because Huo Cheng had always been with her before, Su Qiqiao's affection for him was second only to Yang Linxin.
After all the funeral ceremonies were over, Su Qiqiao held her mother's portrait and looked at Su Zhe with an innocent face: "Dad, when will Mom come back? I've been very good today."
Huo Cheng was stunned when he saw this. He knew that Madam Su had passed away today, but he didn't know that Su Qiqiao had become like this.
Su Zhe glanced at the photo in her arms and smiled solemnly: "I'll be back soon."
"But I want to eat the food my mother cooks. The food she cooks is so delicious." Su Qiqiao pouted, as if complaining to her mother for not coming back yet.
Su Zelin's glasses turned red. Seeing this, Huo Cheng patted her shoulder and said, "Boss... accept my condolences."
"Okay, let's quickly find Cui Mengmeng to treat Qiaoqiao. I'm really worried about her current condition." Su Zelin looked at Su Qiqiao who was walking behind Su Zhe.
There was an inexplicable warmth in the two figures, one big and one small, one tall and one short, when viewed from behind.
"Dad! Why don't you cook dinner tonight?" Su Qiqiao took Su Zhe's hand like a little child.
This made Su Zhe slightly stunned.
Although the person next to him is his daughter, his daughter is closer to her mother than to him, so the father and daughter have rarely had such close contact since they met.
But Su Zhe did not shake off Su Qiqiao's hand, but held her hand: "Okay, Dad will cook today."
Seeing this, the three people behind him also felt a pang of sadness and bitterness in their hearts. "I heard from my grandfather that Cui Mengmeng went on a trip last month and couldn't be contacted by phone or anything like that," Yang Linxin said helplessly.
"Can't we find other doctors besides Cui Mengmeng?" Huo Cheng frowned.
Su Zelin said in a deep voice: "Ever since the Cheng Xinming incident, I don't trust anyone else."
After saying that, he quickly caught up with Su Zhe and Su Qiqiao.
Huo Cheng pursed his lips when he heard this. Cheng Xinming's incident was because he... was bewitched by a ghost...
Yang Linxin patted him on the back: "Don't think too much, Brother Su is not talking about you."
Huo Cheng smiled bitterly: "I understand...but this matter is still my fault."
The father and his two sons returned to the Su family. The servants in the house had three days off, so the yard was a little quiet.
In the past, Mrs. Su would always sit in the yard weaving clothes and making insoles. When she saw them coming back, she would come over to greet them and prepare hot meals for them.
But now... there is nothing left.
"Sir, Master, Miss." Aunt Liu walked out of the house.
Seeing Aunt Liu, Su Zhe was slightly startled. Aunt Liu came over with a box in her arms and placed it on the stone table in the yard. "Madam said that she would take these out after she left, so I came back while you were seeing Madam off and turned these things out."
The father and son looked at the box and then at each other. Su Qiqiao walked over and opened the box first: "Wow! So many clothes!"
Aunt Liu's eyes welled with tears as she saw this. "These are all the sweaters, scarves, clothes, and insoles that Madam knitted before. Besides the ones for the gentleman, the young master, and the young lady, there are also some for her future grandchildren... a whole box."
Su Zelin walked over and took out the things inside.
It was a big red scarf with a small white strip on it that read: For my daughter Qiaoqiao.
Then he took out another one, a gray scarf with a white stripe on it: his son Zelin's.
Su Zelin continued to take them, folding each item neatly and placing them in the box. There was a white cloth strip on each item. There were scarves and sweaters, all for the father and his two sons.
Su Qiqiao picked up the red scarf and hung it around her neck: "Brother! Does it look good?"
Su Zelin's lips trembled slightly: "It looks good."
"But it's so hot!" Su Qiqiao took it off her body, then turned her eyes and put the scarf directly on Su Zhe. Su Zhe was wearing a black suit, but a red scarf, which looked strange.
Su Qiqiao just laughed: "Hahaha! It's weird to have dad with you!"
Looking at Su Qiqiao's smile, Su Zhe smiled slightly, picked up the hat on the table and put it directly on Su Qiqiao's head.
Su Qiqiao's smile also stopped abruptly. She took off her hat and wanted to cover Su Zhe's head with it, but the other party was too tall and she couldn't reach him. Su Zhe grabbed her head with one hand and pushed her forward.
Faced with the father and daughter who suddenly started fighting, Su Zelin couldn't help but laugh, but as he laughed... his nose started to feel sore.
He picked up a purple sweater and put it on, and Su Qiqiao saw this and took a scarf and put it on herself.
Su Zhe also took out a hat and put it on his head.
In this way, each person took one room and put them all on themselves.
Although it is not the dog days of summer yet, the temperature is around 10 to 20 degrees Celsius.
But the father and his two sons put on one piece of clothing after another, and soon everyone was sweating profusely...
The sadness didn't go away, it just hid itself...
The dead are gone, but the living must continue. Tomorrow they still have to go to work, earn money, and struggle for a living.
Facing death, there is no other way but to let go...
"Dad! I'm hungry!" Su Qiqiao was so hot that he took off his clothes in a hurry.
Aunt Liu beside her wiped her tears and said, "I'll go cook now."
Su Zhe called her: "Xiao Liu, let me do it."
"Yeah! Let Dad cook!" Su Qiqiao grabbed Su Zhe's arm; "Mom is not at home, so let Dad cook for us!"
Hearing this, Su Zhe patted her head gently and said, "Go play with your brother." After saying that, he looked at Su Zelin, and everything was said without words.
Su Zelin nodded, turned around, picked up the portrait beside him, and pulled Su Qiqiao into the house.
Looking at the brother and sister, Aunt Liu said, "Sir...my condolences..."
Su Zhe looked at Aunt Liu and said, "I'll cook dinner from now on. The girl used to love her mother's cooking. From now on... I'll cook for her."
Aunt Liu's nose felt sore when she heard this, and then she nodded: "Okay... sir."
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