A breeze blew by, and the mourning curtains around fluttered in the wind, adding a touch of weirdness to the night that had just darkened.
…..
As the man approached, a woman in her fifties came out from behind.
The woman has triangular eyes, a flat nose, and slightly thick lips.
His face was a little sallow, he was slightly fat and not tall.
"Weiguo, why did you come back so late? You didn't even see your father for the last time. You are so unfilial." When the woman saw everyone, she came up and started scolding them without any reason.
"Second cousin." Zhang Weiguo pursed his lips and did not argue.
After all, he did come back late.
No matter what, Zhang Tiemao was his biological father. Now that he was dead, he didn't get to see him for the last time, so he did feel a little guilty.
But it's just a little bit of guilt.
This bit of guilt disappeared as Bai Rong pulled up his sleeve.
"Come with me to the back." The woman said nothing more and led the family of seven to the back of the mourning hall.
Behind the mourning hall, a group of people wearing white mourning clothes and white mourning hats gathered together, some crying, some kneeling, and there were unburned paper money on the ground.
There were a few people sitting on the benches nearby.
Looking at the situation, I don’t know whether she couldn’t cry anymore or was tired of crying, so she sat there to rest.
However, neither Zhang Xinxin nor Ruan Mengmeng knew him, let alone had seen him.
The woman walked to one side of the mourning hall, took out torn strips of white cloth from a bag, and distributed them to everyone present.
There was also a white mourning hat that she had folded casually and pinned at the back.
Time is tight and the family is busy, so there is no extra time to make mourning clothes.
Besides, everyone's size is different, so if you tear the cloth into strips and drape it around your body, the effect will be similar.
The woman didn't want to let Zhang Weiguo go so easily, but she had to because all the relatives were there and many younger generations were watching.
It was her uncle's funeral, so she couldn't go too far.
Everything will have to wait until after the funeral.
Bai Rong knew that coming back to attend the funeral would definitely not be a good thing. The old man was dead, and he couldn't even rest in peace.
They had rarely seen these relatives when they were alive, but now that they are dead, they have all popped up.
It's really weird.
At first, Bai Rong didn't want the two pregnant women in the family to come with her.
This is a funeral, not a wedding. What if it hits the children?
But the two men were more stubborn than the donkey in the production team. They were afraid that she would suffer a loss here, so they insisted on following her.
She also said that her belly wasn't noticeable at all and no one could see it.
The most important thing is that the two best friends don’t believe in evil at all, and they don’t care about whether there is a collision or not.
If there really were any evil spirits, the two best friends could kill them in minutes with just a wave of their hands.
After everyone got dressed, they followed the woman into the mourning hall. They gathered around the coffin, crying or not, and squatted down to burn paper.
The two best friends also squatted down and imitated everyone else with expressionless faces.
I don’t know whether it’s sadness or numbness.
Not far away, a malicious gaze drifted over inadvertently.
He glanced back and forth at Bai Rong and the others.
Zhang Xinxin felt it, and Ruan Mengmeng beside him felt it too.
She turned around suddenly, and the other person had no time to look away, and their eyes met hers.
Zhang Xinxin raised his eyebrows, as if to say, I've found you, you clown.
When Lihua saw her second cousin bringing people over, she could hardly suppress the anger in her heart.
Bitch, the second branch is a bunch of bitches, a bunch of damn bitches.
If it weren't for their family, how could their eldest wife end up like this.
Their family became extremely unlucky after this little bitch was injured.
First, her parents-in-law became paralyzed, and then she became paralyzed too.
Her husband Zhang Baoguo also seemed to have suffered a stroke, and even his eldest son Zhang Qing suffered as well.
Only the youngest son Zhang Peng still looks like a human being, but unfortunately the youngest son is lazy and doesn't care about his family at all.
Not to mention taking care of them, I'm not at home most of the time.
If the relatives hadn't come and discovered something was wrong, and dragged the couple to a big hospital, the three of them would have gone to see their great-grandmother.
Where is today?
Hey, this aunt can actually walk normally and has recovered almost to the level of a normal person.
Could it be that he met a master, or did he go to a big hospital and find something wrong?
Zhang Xinxin's thoughts drifted away, and many speculations came to her mind.
"What's wrong?" Seeing her squatting motionless, Ruan Mengmeng next to her poked her gently.
"It's okay. I didn't expect bedbugs to be so tenacious." She shook her head and said meaningfully.
"So what? If we can make her fall into the abyss once, we can make her fall twice." Ruan Mengmeng curled the corners of her mouth, knowing very well in her heart that she was probably talking about the family of the eldest house.
In the past, these grudges were between close friends, and it was not easy for her to interfere. Now that they have become a family, they should unite and face the same enemy together.
Her enemies are also her enemies.
"Mom, what are you looking at?" At this moment, a young man came over.
"Nothing..." Lihua gritted her teeth and temporarily suppressed the anger in her heart. She closed her eyes and lowered her head to continue burning paper.
All the relatives are here now, so it’s not appropriate to have a conflict. Just be patient for now.
Let's wait until after the funeral to discuss anything, so as to avoid being laughed at by the villagers.
Hearing the shout, the two best friends turned their heads and looked at the young man at the same time. The young man was none other than Lihua’s youngest son Zhang Peng.
The young man was not tall, about 1.75 meters, slightly fat, with a crew cut, small eyes, thick lips, and an overall rather wretched appearance.
At least that's what Zhang Xinxin thinks.
When the two of them looked at Zhang Peng, Zhang Peng also noticed their gazes and couldn't help but turn his head.
With just one glance, Zhang Peng's eyes lit up.
Where did such a beautiful girl come from, and at the old man’s funeral.
Could it be a relative? That’s not right. If he was a relative, why didn’t he have any impression of him?
That's strange.
Zhang Peng, overwhelmed by lust, racked his brains and tried hard to think, but he still couldn't remember who these two beauties were.
Which relative is he?
If he can't remember, then forget it. His ideal in life is to eat and drink well. Of course, it would be even better if there were beautiful girls for him to date.
Ruan Mengmeng became annoyed when she noticed his obscene gaze sweeping over the two of them.
It was so disgusting that it made her want to vomit.
She tugged at Zhang Xinxin's clothes. "Do you want some mints?" She fished out a few candies from her pocket.
"Hmm." Zhang Xinxin reached out to take it, peeled one and put it in his mouth.
The smell of burning paper money and incense in here is really too strong and a bit unpleasant.
Add to that someone's disgusting gaze and it would be even more painful.
The moment she turned her head, Ruan Mengmeng extended her mental power and quietly approached the mother and son.
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