Shen Dazhu was buried on the third day after the two brothers Shen Zhou returned.
The white wedding was held in a lively manner.
The villagers discussed it for a long time.
Just when the Shen Zhou brothers were preparing to return to Beijing, Zhao Chunlan suddenly fell to the ground. When she was sent to the hospital, the best time for rescue had been missed.
That is to say.
The Shen family held two funerals within ten days.
The people in the village sighed. This person's life was so fragile. He died at any time. It was so hard to accept.
Some elderly people in the village almost became depressed because they thought too much.
After the funeral.
Shen Yuebai was in a serious mood.
Xu Jiajia patted his shoulder and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
Shen Yuebai hugged her from behind: “It’s okay, I just feel very uncomfortable. I thought I would hate him for the rest of my life.
But the moment I saw his body.
All that hatred seemed too insignificant.
Do you think I am contradictory?"
Xu Jiajia patted the back of Shen Yuebai’s hand: “There is no contradiction, it is normal for you to have such emotions.
I've heard people say that even if there's overwhelming hatred, once a person dies, all that hatred will dissipate with the wind. What you're experiencing is normal."
With Xu Jiajia's comfort, Shen Yuebai felt much better: "Well, I will slowly adjust."
I was originally planning to stay in my hometown for two months.
After this happened.
Xu Jiajia and her group only stayed in their hometown for half a month before leaving.
The village chief watched their departing car and sighed softly, "This person is truly unpredictable.
What a pity for Shen Dazhu and his wife! "
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