Chapter 286: Jian Dashan is dead
"My child's father..." Mao Chunqiao's shrill cries came from the building next door.
Jian Qingyi and Luo Zhenzhu looked at each other tacitly.
Listen to this noise...
The old man is probably dead.
The two of them closed the door and hurried over.
Jian Zhonglan, who was halfway up the stairs, heard the noise and ran upstairs like crazy.
The three of them went in one after another.
Jian Dashan, lying on the bed, had a pale face and was completely dead.
Mao Chunqiao lay on Jian Dashan's body and cried bitterly.
Jian Zhongliang, Jian Zhongkang, Wang Xiujuan and others knelt in front of the bed, sobbing softly.
Jian Qingyi and Luo Zhenzhu stood at the bedroom door, not daring to go any further.
It was the first time that Jian Qingyi saw a dead person at such a close distance, and she felt a little scared.
She held Luo Zhenzhu's arm tightly, trying to find a little sense of security from her.
Luo Zhenzhu was also afraid.
What's the point of being scared? You can't just turn around and run away!
It was not until the elderly people in the yard heard the noise and came over to persuade them that the people kneeling by the bed started wiping their tears.
Now that someone is gone, the funeral must be arranged.
Jian Yiwei first called the funeral home.
Wait for the funeral home car to take the person away.
As the eldest son, Jian Zhongkang went door to door to inform the relatives.
Jian Zhongliang and Jian Yiwei went to the funeral home to handle funeral matters.
Jian Qingyi and Luo Zhenzhu, who came to make up the numbers, huddled in a corner the whole time, quietly pretending to be dead.
When He Wenyu rushed over after hearing the news, the house was already crowded with neighbors who came to pay their respects.
The three brothers of the Yang family also brought paper money.
This was indeed somewhat beyond Jian Qingyi's expectations.
She could understand why Yang Laosan came over, after all, Yang Laosan's wife worked in her shop.
Don’t look at the monk’s face, look at the Buddha’s face.
Boss Yang, Second Boss Yang, come here...
It's a bit confusing.
"Yi Yi, when did you come back?" Boss Yang greeted her warmly as soon as he entered the door.
It seemed that the person who knocked out the jaundice was not Jian Qingyi.
"Last night." As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person, and Jian Qingyi is no exception. When people come to express their condolences with paper money, no matter what their purpose is, she has to greet them politely.
As for the smiley face...
This occasion is not appropriate either.
Yang Lao Er and Yang Lao San also came forward and exchanged a few words with her, and then the three brothers went back home.
"Those guys look so fierce!" Luo Zhenzhu muttered softly.
Jian Qingyi suppressed the corners of her mouth that were about to turn up.
Those three brothers, relying on their size, have been the kings of the candy factory's residential compound since they were little. How could they not be fierce?!
The next day was the memorial service.
The Jane family went to the funeral home early.
After a day of crying, Mao Chunqiao's eyes were swollen like walnuts.
When Jane's relatives came and saw her like this, they would say a few words of comfort.
It would have been fine if others didn't try to persuade her, the more they tried to persuade her, the more sadly she cried.
By the time the memorial service was over, her eyes were so swollen that only a slit remained.
Seeing Jian Dashan's body being sent into the incinerator, Mao Chunqiao's eyes went dark and she fainted.
"Mom..." Brothers Jian Zhongkang and Jian Zhongliang hurriedly stepped forward to support the person.
The funeral home staff also quickly called a doctor.
"It's okay! You're just a little too sad. It will be fine after a while." The doctor came to this conclusion after a quick examination.
In fact, needless to say, everyone knows what is going on.
After being together for decades, it's suddenly gone. Who can bear it?!
When Mao Chunqiao opened her eyes again, Jian Dashan had already been buried.
Mao Chunqiao hugged Jian Dashan's posthumous photo and burst into tears again.
Jane's relatives and neighbors had to persuade her again.
Not knowing what she was thinking of, she put down Jian Dashan's portrait and rushed to the brothers Jian Zhongkang and Jian Zhongliang.
Jian Zhongkang and Jian Zhongliang were beaten up.
"You two are heartless. Your father has treated you like his treasures since you were little. Now that he's sick, he wants you to each take out 2,000 yuan to save his life, and you refuse. You're nothing but beasts!"
After Mao Chunqiao finished beating one, he went on to beat that.
The main goal is to treat everyone equally.
Jian Zhongkang and Jian Zhongliang just stood there and let her beat and scold them.
Relatives and neighbors all came forward to persuade him.
I don’t know if he was tired or listened to the advice, but Mao Chunqiao stopped.
Everyone thought she was going to calm down, but she started howling again while holding Jian Dashan's portrait.
"Your grandma and grandpa have a very good relationship!" Luo Zhenzhu leaned towards Jian Qingyi.
Jian Qingyi nodded.
I heard from the older generation that it was Mao Chunqiao who pursued Jian Dashan back then.
Today she delivers buns to Jian Dashan, tomorrow she sews clothes for Jian Dashan, and the day after tomorrow she helps Jian Dashan's mother wash clothes. She is very attentive.
In order to catch up with the man of her dreams, Mao Chunqiao, who is not tall enough, can only make do with her hard-working hands and gentle care.
After the relationship was confirmed, Mao Chunqiao washed all the dirty clothes of Jian Dashan's family.
Anything delicious that Mao Chunqiao had would, without exception, go into Jian Dashan's stomach.
After getting married, Mao Chunqiao served Jian Dashan like an ancestor.
At home, Jian Dashan is just an old man who has everything provided for him.
Even when washing feet, Mao Chunqiao served the whole process.
Jian Dashan was only responsible for putting his feet in.
Even the landlords and rich people in the old society didn't enjoy life as well as he did.
All the elderly people in this family compound envy Jian Dashan for marrying such a virtuous wife.
After two days of hard work and seeing off relatives and neighbors, the Jian family finally had time to sit down and take a breath.
Jian Qingyi had no interest in the Jian family's reminiscing about the good and bad times, so he made up an excuse and walked away, rubbing his waist.
I don’t know if it’s because of the bed or because I didn’t get enough rest, but Jian Qingyi’s waist has been sore and swollen for the past two days.
Unexpectedly, she had just slipped out of the door when He Xiaoyue followed her out.
"Sister Yi Yi..." He Xiaoyue took a few quick steps and caught up with her.
"If you have something to say, just say it. Borrowing money is out of the question." Jian Qingyi stopped.
Don't talk to her about sisterly love.
"Sister Yi Yi, I don't want to borrow money from you." He Xiaoyue smiled bitterly.
"Then why did you look for me? It can't be to reminisce about the past, right?" Jian Qingyi rubbed his sore waist.
"Let's go downstairs and talk." Seeing that the doors of several houses nearby were open, He Xiaoyue took Jian Qingyi's arm and dragged her downstairs.
He Xiaoyue let go of her hand only when they reached a corner where no one was around.
She looked around and made sure that no one was around before she frowned and whispered, "I followed my father."
"What's the result?!" Jian Qingyi curled her lips slightly.
It seemed like a question, but the answer was already in her mind.
"It's Li Meiqian." He Xiaoyue's voice was filled with hatred.
Those two shameless guys couldn't even wait to close the door and started to bite each other.
In He Xiaoyue's heart...
My biological father, He Wenyu, has always been a humble gentleman.
Her father is educated and cultured.
She felt that everyone in the world was an adulterer, and her gentlemanly father would never be one.
Who would have thought...
A hint of bitterness appeared on He Xiaoyue's lips.
How could her father fall for the fickle Li Meiqian?
He Xiaoyue couldn't figure it out.
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