Chapter 981 He Should Like It
Sitting in the car driving towards the funeral home in the suburbs, I felt extremely complicated, as if something was blocking me.
"Should I tell Ye Qiwen?" I remembered what I promised Xia Yixuan.
"Then you should call Captain Feng. She's not worth your trip." Xiao Shiqiu mentioned Ye Qiwen with a hint of subtle disgust in his tone.
He is a very educated man. Even towards He Qingrong, he would at most act very indifferent. I have never seen anyone hate someone like this before.
I squinted at him and said, "You seem to hate her. Isn't it said that men generally don't look down on women because they are mistresses?"
Xiao Shiqiu reached out and flicked my forehead. "Mistress? Is that the point? She's a mother, yet she's willing to sacrifice her son's health for his favor!"
"So men really don't think there's anything wrong with women being mistresses! Not being a good wife and mother is the biggest sin!"
I succeeded in making him laugh, or maybe he was just angry.
The car drove into the funeral home in the western suburbs of City A. It was my first time here. It was much bigger than the funeral home in City T, and intermittent crying sounds could be heard from time to time.
It was only then that I realized that from the time Xia Yixuan left until now, I seemed to have not shed a single tear for him.
"Hubby, am I really hard-hearted? Gangzi and the nurse cried like that, but I couldn't even cry."
I laughed at myself, "But I was obviously very sad and felt sorry for him, so why didn't I cry for him?"
"Baby, if you want to cry, I will wipe your tears. If you don't cry, I will be glad that you are strong. No matter what, you have done well enough."
I didn't want to cry, but what he said made my nose feel a little sore.
Having never experienced this before, I was completely clueless in the face of the complicated procedures. Fortunately, Xiao Shiqiu was there, and he helped me deal with the various procedures and inquiries.
When we mentioned buying an urn, the staff looked at our clothes and enthusiastically led us into the area where high-end urns were displayed.
Rows of boxes made of various materials and with solemn shapes are displayed in glass cabinets, including deep ebony, warm jade, and simple ceramics...
I glanced over and my eyes finally stopped at a corner.
It was a box with an amber sheen, simple and rounded lines, without any complicated carvings, and only a few auspicious clouds were lightly outlined on the lid. It hardly looked like an urn.
Among a pile of heavy boxes, it looks particularly pure and simple, just like the feeling Xiaoxuan gives me.
I pointed at it, my voice a little hoarse: "This is it, clean, simple, suitable for him."
Xiao Shiqiu took a look and nodded: "Okay."
The staff member smiled and said, "This lady has a good eye. This is the only one of its kind. It's made of golden camphor wood and has a fragrance..."
Xiao Shiqiu waved his hand to interrupt him, "No need to praise, just use this." He did not ask the price and went straight to the formalities.
The next step is to select a cemetery. The staff will call up real-life pictures of different areas of the cemetery on the computer.
There are luxurious areas nestled against the mountains and beside the water, ordinary areas shaded by green trees, and a Little Angel Garden specially opened for the burial of children.
In the Little Angel Garden, cute angel sculptures or toys are often placed next to the small tombstones, surrounded by soft-colored flowers.
Looking at those photos and imagining that Xiaoxuan’s little body would rest here forever, my heart ached again and I felt a dull pain.
I whispered, "Let's go to the 'Little Angel Garden' and take a look."
Xiao Shiqiu accompanied me silently, and under the guidance of the staff, we went to see a location on the spot.
It was next to a field of blooming pink and white daisies. The terrain was slightly higher and could be exposed to the warm morning sunshine. The outline of the mountains could be seen in the distance.
If it weren't for the rows of tombstones, I would think this is a great place for an outing, and Xiaoxuan would probably like it.
"Let's go here." I squatted down and gently brushed the petals of a daisy with my fingertips. The cool touch reminded me of Xiaoxuan's cold hands. "The sun is shining here, and the daisies look beautiful. I think he will like them."
I seemed to see an innocent smile on Xia Yixuan's pretty little face.
Xiao Shiqiu didn't say anything, but just gently pressed my shoulder to express his approval and support.
He quickly determined the location of the tomb and the erection of the tombstone with the staff.
The last and most difficult step is cremation.
Standing in front of the cold door that leads to the final farewell, the staff pushed out a small cart.
Xia Yixuan was put into a paper coffin and covered with a thin brocade quilt. There was a faint blush on his little face, and even his mouth looked rosy. He closed his eyes, and his long, slightly curled eyelashes cast a shadow on his cheeks, as if he was asleep.
Even... I think his cheeks look a little rounder than before.
I suddenly got a little excited and grabbed the cart, staring at the staff and asked, "Could he still be alive, just asleep? Look how healthy he looks, with rosy lips, white teeth, and a rosy complexion. How could he be dead?"
The staff member was stunned and quietly stepped back. "Miss, please accept my condolences. Your brother has indeed passed away. He just had his face prepared and put on some makeup." He laughed dryly. "Our funeral arranger's skills are quite good. He is one of the best in all of City A."
His words instantly deflated me, and I loosened my grip on the cart. "I see. Thank you."
The staff member breathed a sigh of relief and pushed the cart towards the big iron gate.
My body began to tremble involuntarily, and at this moment, I seemed to really feel that he was about to disappear.
I didn't even take a photo with him, or take a picture or video of him. I didn't even have anything left, he just disappeared.
Suddenly, tears began to flow uncontrollably, and a bitter sadness instantly filled my chest.
I finally whimpered.
"Don't look." An arm wrapped strongly around my shoulders and pulled me into a solid hug.
I buried my face in his chest, and my tears instantly soaked his chest.
He didn't say anything, but just hugged me tightly, supporting my almost limp body, and patted my back gently with his palm.
The iron door clicked shut, isolating everything inside.
I cried heart-wrenchingly in his arms, for his young life, for this cruel farewell, and for this short-lived family relationship.
The process from cremation to burial was very quick. While we were waiting for cremation, the grave had already been dug and even the words on the tombstone had been engraved.
After coming out of the cemetery, I felt calm again. I don’t know if it was because I cried so hard, but the feeling of tightness in my chest for the past few days seemed to have disappeared, and I felt a little empty inside.
Just then, the car turned a corner and a set of ancient flying eaves and brackets suddenly came into view.
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