Before Cheng Wenyun's burial, the Cheng family needed to maintain a semblance of calm.
That's the most frustrating part.
Cheng Muyun punched the steering wheel to vent his anger.
Xu Zhuohua was startled and looked at Cheng Muyun, whose eyes were already red and whose face was wet with tears and rain.
She reached out and gently took his hand, and Cheng Muyun looked at her with a wronged expression.
“It was my fault. I should have asked her, at least comforted Wenjun, so that he wouldn’t have gone to his death on his own.”
Xu Zhuohua leaned to the side, placing her arm on the man's broad back and gently stroking it.
"It's not your fault, it's not your fault."
Cheng Muyun raised her hands to cover her face and finally couldn't help but cry.
The man's broad shoulders nestled in Xu Zhuohua's arms, like a child who had done something wrong.
"Zhuohua, what should we do? Wenjun is gone, and I'm the only one left in our family."
Once again, the elderly bury their children, and Xu Zhuohua dared not imagine how heartbroken and remorseful Cheng Yuguang and his wife must be.
"It's alright, it's alright..."
Besides those two words, Xu Zhuohua couldn't think of any other words of comfort.
The grief of losing a loved one is so profound that nothing can alleviate it.
Cheng Muyun cried for a long time afterward, and both of his eyes became swollen.
This was also the first time Xu Zhuohua had seen Cheng Muyun lose his composure.
However, he had to compose himself as soon as possible; Cheng Wenyun's sudden passing meant there were still many things to deal with.
This responsibility still needs to be shouldered by Cheng Muyun.
He can be overcome with grief, but there is a time limit.
Xu Zhuohua couldn't help but feel sorry for Cheng Muyun. As a man, Cheng Muyun had too many burdens on his shoulders.
The next day, the eastern sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn.
Xu Zhuohua stood wearily in the courtyard, looking at the white banner that had been hung up.
The rain was very heavy last night, but now there's no trace of it, only the damp smell in the air.
Everyone in the Cheng mansion had a solemn expression.
A rumbling sound came from behind her, and Xu Zhuohua turned around.
A car carrying a black coffin slowly reversed.
The coffin was dark and heavy, exuding a calm, serene, and undeniably majestic aura.
Xu Zhuohua felt as if the huge coffin was about to fall off the car and crush him.
Suddenly, she felt her body sway, and Xu Zhuohua was pulled away. She turned her head and saw that the car had stopped right where she had been standing.
Looking down her arm, she saw that the person who had pulled her away was none other than Uncle Li.
Uncle Li's eyes were red, clearly from crying.
Xu Zhuohua remembered that Cheng Wenjun was very young when Madam Cheng went to Dongzhou.
Mrs. Cheng was worried about her three children, so she invited Li Qirui to come and take care of them.
Later, his two older brothers also went to Dongzhou, so Li Qirui stayed with Cheng Wenyun the whole time.
After Cheng Yuguang returned to Dongzhou, Li Qirui came from the old house to Cheng Mansion to work as a housekeeper.
To Uncle Li, Cheng Wenyun was probably no different from his own daughter.
"Thank you, Uncle Li."
Uncle Li looked extremely tired and absent-minded, his voice hoarse as he said, "Young Madam, please be careful."
Xu Zhuohua frowned. "Uncle Li, what's wrong? You look very pale."
Uncle Li waved his hand, "It's alright, I'll go back to work now."
His back was hunched, and his steps were uneven, as if he had been drained of all his energy.
Xu Zhuohua sighed inwardly.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of brakes outside the door and looked over in confusion.
I thought it wasn't time to offer condolences yet.
Seeing that black figure startled me.
Liang Shaozun is here!
By the way, besides the Cheng family, the most heartbroken person was Liang Shaozun.
They are already engaged, and the wedding date is set for next April, which is an auspicious day.
Cheng Wenyun even started choosing the fabric for her dowry quilts.
But she didn't make it through the coming winter.
Liang Shaozun rushed in anxiously, but stopped when he saw the black coffin in the center of the courtyard. His body went limp, and he knelt on the hard stone slab.
Thump—
A dull thud.
Xu Zhuohua couldn't help but frown; it must hurt a lot.
Liang Shaozun roared, "Impossible!"
The busy servants stopped and stared blankly at the man kneeling on the ground crying. They couldn't help but feel a lump in their throats, and one of them quietly wiped away a tear.
Liang Shaozun's head was on the ground, his fingers gripping the soil, and he murmured Cheng Wenyun's name.
In the end, fate was unkind; the beloved one he admired died just before their happiness was about to arrive.
Lovers are separated by life and death.
There is no greater suffering in the world than this.
Cheng Muyun walked out of the courtyard, his lips pressed tightly together. He slowly walked up to Liang Shaozun and looked down at him.
"Stop crying. What kind of man are you, crying like this?"
Liang Shaozun hugged Cheng Muyun's leg and cried even harder.
"Young Marshal, what should we do? Tell me this isn't true! Just the other day, Wen Yun said she would embroider mandarin ducks on the quilt and that she wanted to be with me forever. Why? Why did this happen!"
He practically screamed it out.
Cheng Muyun kept her chin raised as she looked at him.
A long time passed.
"Have you cried enough? If you have, clean yourself up and go see Wenjun one last time. If you dare to shed a single tear on Wenjun, I'll kill you."
In Dongzhou, it is a taboo that if relatives shed tears on the deceased, the deceased will not be able to rest in peace.
Liang Shaozun struggled to his feet, wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and took a deep breath.
Then he walked slowly and deliberately into the house.
Cheng Muyun watched his retreating figure, sighed softly, felt a lump in her throat, and tears welled up in her eyes.
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