"Godfather".
"Stop talking, Weiyu. You're not like Xiaowu. You're just like me. You don't love anyone except your family. It's too tiring."
"Godfather".
"I loved your mother my whole life. Although I didn't have the chance, I'm content with having both of you."
"I'm not staying with you anymore. I'm going to wait for your mother. If not in the next life, there's always the life after that."
As the two watched Liu Jingze gradually close his eyes, they were overwhelmed with grief.
Their godfather was incredibly kind to them. He was a selfish and cold-blooded person, but that was towards others. To the two brothers, he showered them with all his love.
"Third Brother," Xiao Wu called out to Zhang Weiyu.
"Tian Liang, inform them."
"Yes, sir."
"Third Brother, are you alright?"
"It's alright, don't worry about me. According to my godfather's wishes, things should have been arranged in Liujiatun."
"Are you really not going to hold a funeral anymore?"
"No need. Just listen to your godfather. He has suffered the most as a man in his life, loving someone he couldn't have. Let's grant his wish."
Upon receiving the news, Zhang Zhenye dropped what he was doing and rushed back.
The women had all arrived as well. Wang Ying looked at the person lying on the bed, the once handsome and refined man, now reduced to this state.
Er Ya and San Ya were shedding tears. They were quite close to Liu Jingze.
Although Jingze only cares about Hongmei, he has already been very good to the two sisters.
All the family members came, all dressed in mourning clothes, and everyone was very sad. It had been more than a year since Hongmei and her husband left, and they had not yet recovered. Now Liu Jingze was also leaving.
Wei Yu and Xiao Wu wore the mourning clothes of filial sons, while the rest of the nephews and nieces wore the mourning clothes of filial sons.
There was no funeral, but with such a big commotion, how could so many people in the compound not know?
Everyone came to pay their respects. While viewing the remains, everyone was filled with sorrow, wondering how such a handsome leader could have become like this.
Everyone was also very puzzled as to why the high-ranking leader and his wife didn't appear. It shouldn't be like that, given their close relationship. Why didn't they come back when Liu Jingze passed away?
Even if they were curious, they wouldn't ask; no one dared to ask.
That night, the seven brothers kept vigil together. "Third brother, don't be sad," the seventh brother said, leaning closer to comfort his older brother.
“I’m fine. This is my godfather’s wish. He has no intention of living. Uncle Li has said more than once that my godfather doesn’t eat at all. He’s determined to die.”
Let him be; he's had a hard enough life to begin with.
"Third brother, I miss Mom and Dad."
Zhang Weiyu looked at his younger brother, who was on the verge of tears, and patted him helplessly.
"Xiao Qi, do you believe what your third brother said?"
"letter."
"Mom and Dad are definitely alright. Maybe they're even living better lives now. We don't need to worry about them."
"But I miss them."
The mourning hall was now completely silent; who wouldn't miss their parents?
"Weiyu, cremate him tomorrow, then go straight back to Liujiatun."
"Okay, big brother, you can go back the day after tomorrow. Let second brother come back tomorrow to oversee things."
None of the brothers had any objections. This arrangement is quite good.
Everyone in the family is going. I guess my second and third aunts will go back too. Let's prepare four planes; Ping An and the others will definitely go back as well.
"Xiao Wu, don't be sad. Your third brother is right. Uncle did it of his own volition. Otherwise, all the doctors would have said that Uncle would live for another ten years without any problem."
Xiao Wu just nodded, not wanting to say a word, but he kept putting paper money into the brazier without stopping.
Liu Jingze stood aside watching them; Wei Yu understood him best.
He floated over and looked at his miserable appearance, thinking that Hongmei would definitely dislike him. Really, if he wasn't handsome in his next life, Hongmei would definitely not like him.
I remembered the look in that girl's eyes when she first saw me; it was one of amazement. That's why I care about my appearance.
He paced around the room, squatted down beside Xiao Wu, and looked at the child's sadness. He sighed inwardly, wondering why she couldn't understand that this was what she truly wanted. This silly child.
The seven brothers didn't get to go until 5 a.m. until Chongyu and Yuhui came over. They went to wash up, and everything was arranged at the crematorium; they were just waiting to go.
Everyone was dressed in mourning clothes, and fifteen cars set off.
I stood right next to Wei Yu, watching myself being wheeled in, watching everyone cry in grief, and I desperately wanted to go back to Liujiatun.
When they came out, it was the seven brothers and two nephews who picked up their own bones together.
Wei Yu is holding his own urn containing ashes. Xiao Wu is holding his own photograph.
Wei Yu didn't shed a tear the whole time, but he knew that he was the saddest person.
Everyone was dressed like this and went straight to the airport.
"Weiyu, be careful."
"Big brother, I understand. You can go over tomorrow when my second brother comes back."
"Yes, I've made arrangements in Liujiatun. The funeral procession has already started there. Second Uncle, don't be too sad. This is a relief for your eldest uncle too."
Liu Jingxiang patted Zhenye on the shoulder. The group then boarded the plane.
Two and a half hours later, we arrived at Liujiatun. After getting off the plane, we saw the whole village, young and old, there to welcome Liu Jingze.
Three drum bands started playing their trumpets. Everyone followed behind them.
She wanted to leave, but she couldn't be too far from Weiyu. She was really anxious.
There was no funeral in the capital, but there was one in my hometown, and all the prominent people came to pay their respects.
I don't like this, but I tell myself I still have one more night, and I can be buried tomorrow.
The funeral hall was set up in Hongmei's old house, which was my request, because I felt that this way I could be closer to Hongmei.
That night, the six brothers and their two nephews kept vigil together.
Everyone comforted Wei Yu and Xiao Wu. The two of them just sat to one side without saying a word.
I just can't leave the yard; I want to go and see my elderly relatives one last time, but I can't.
Zhang Ruifeng left at 2 a.m., and Zhenye arrived at 5 a.m.
The funeral was held at six o'clock. Everyone in the village who was able-bodied wore mourning clothes to see him off.
To be honest, I really didn't make any contribution to Liujiatun.
He watched his own funeral procession unfold, and after the last shovel of earth was laid on him, he smiled and disappeared, knowing he could look forward to his next life.
The six brothers didn't linger. After saying a few words to everyone, they boarded a plane and left. Only Liu Jingxiang and Ma Li stayed behind. They didn't plan to return to the capital and stayed in Liujiatun.
Chongyu insisted that they return after the anniversary of their uncle's death. The elderly couple agreed. They didn't want to trouble their son.
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