There were a lot of people coming and going to Qiao's compound, and it was almost twelve o'clock when they all went in. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable)

I don't know how many incense sticks have been burned in the whole hall, and the strong smell is full of the hall, even people outside can smell the smell, from half past seven in the morning to now, at least thousands of people have entered, which makes people sigh at the charm of Prince Qiao.

"Cover the coffin!"

When the crowd slowly withdrew, the person presiding over the funeral ceremony shouted, and the audience suddenly fell completely silent, and four men stepped forward and lifted the lid of the coffin to cover the coffin completely.

Qiao Ling'er, who had red and swollen eyes, cried and ran over: "Don't, I want Dad, I want Dad!" ”

I saw the pitiful scene, the innocent cry of the little girl, Qiao Wangye's body trembled, closed his eyes and waved his hand, if he could, he didn't want to see Qiao Ling'er sad, but his background decided a lot of things, and many people were destined to be powerless.

A woman stepped forward to take Qiao Linger away, maybe she was tired of crying, maybe she was too sad, Qiao Linger completely fainted when she was taken away.

The coffin lid has been closed, and the host said solemnly: "Lift the coffin!" ”

Twelve men walked over, each carrying a position, slowly lifted the coffin and walked out of the hall, the guests who came to offer incense were scattered on both sides, there was no sound at all at this moment, Prince Qiao walked in front with a cane: "Son, dad will give you a ride at the end, you rest in peace!" ”

Walking out of the Qiao family compound, twelve people carried the coffin and put it on a car that had been prepared a long time ago, although the funeral was a coffin, but Prince Qiao was just a formality, and in the end, Boss Qiao's body still needed to be cremated.

The hearse started and began to drive towards the crematorium more than ten kilometers away, two black carts opened the road in front, the hearse followed behind, and dozens of funeral cars followed at the end, as for the rest of the guests, some had already left, and some followed for the last ride.

Prince Qiao didn't say anything, whether they were sincere or fake, at this moment he just wanted to send Boss Qiao on his last ride.

Outside the Bingdu Crematorium, there were already crematorium personnel waiting here, and when hundreds of cars stopped, they all stepped forward, knowing who was being sent, and they all maintained their awe.

Boss Qiao's coffin was carried down from above, and Prince Qiao took one last look and waved his hand: "Packed in a crystal urn!" ”

The staff of the crematorium nodded, and walked out of the twelve people carrying Boss Qiao's coffin towards the inside, Prince Qiao stood in place and didn't follow, just let the white ginseng take people over to watch, so that Boss Qiao had to be quiet in the end.

Along with the coffin, he was sent to an incinerator with an extremely high temperature of Celsius, and Boss Qiao completely disappeared from this world.

Half an hour later, the management of the crematorium came over with a crystal urn covered by a black cloth and personally put it in the hands of King Qiao: "Old Qiao, Qiao Dashao is here." ”

"Thank you!"

Prince Qiao handed over the crutches to Hei Shouwu, and took the urn tremblingly: "Son, blame your father for being incompetent, let you end up as a pile of ashes to be buried, if you can still be your father in the next life, I will definitely not let you leave me so early." ”

As if telling others, as if telling himself, he dropped a sentence softly, and Prince Qiao took Boss Qiao's urn and got into the black car: "Go to Qiao's cemetery!" ”

The convoy started again, and hundreds of cars slowly left the crematorium, giving people a very depressing feeling, but also lamenting the death of one person, such a big battle.

Qiao's Cemetery!

A cemetery built by the mountain, covering an area of more than 300 acres, outside the urban area of the ice capital, this is built by Prince Qiao decades ago, in order to give the children and grandchildren of the Qiao family a sense of belonging, and the children and nephews of the Qiao family who cannot be buried in the Qiao cemetery are all people who do not contribute much to the family.

After decades of construction, there are only a dozen tombstones standing alone in the cemetery of more than 300 acres, and in the middle of the cemetery, you can see the most magnificent tombstone and the tomb built, but at this moment there is no intention of burying people.

It was left by Prince Qiao for himself, even if he died, he wanted to die surrounded by the children and nephews of the Qiao family, which was an alternative reunion for the old man.

There were a lot of people who came here, but only more than 100 people surrounded Prince Qiao and walked inside, and the rest of the people were waiting outside, and Prince Qiao walked to the cemetery reserved for himself with the urn and took a look: "Maybe it won't be long before I can sleep here, right?" ”

Shaking his head and showing a hint of melancholy, Prince Qiao walked in front of one of the three cemeteries next door, which was the cemetery of Boss Qiao, and walked to the position that had been opened, Prince Qiao put the urn in, ripped off the black cloth and covered the lid.

Immediately, the management of the cemetery walked over and quickly dealt with the seal, otherwise any snakes, insects, rats and ants would have the possibility of entering, and they also blocked the surrounding area, even if it rained, they couldn't get in.

In front of the snow-covered cemetery, Prince Qiao looked at the photo of Boss Qiao on the tombstone, and finally sighed: "Rest in peace!" ”

The firecrackers exploded, the paper money burned again, and there were many ingots, candles, and paper people, but they were all called by Prince Qiao to go outside a little bit, not to make too much movement.

When everything was finished, more than two hours had passed, after all, Prince Qiao was already old, and after standing for so long, he felt some soreness in his legs and feet, and coughed lightly: "Son, I'll go first, and if my father is still alive in the next year, I'll come to see you." ”

With the support of white ginseng, hundreds of people hugged Qiao Wang Ye out of the cemetery, facing the people who had been accompanying him to the funeral, Qiao Wang Ye gave a slight salute: "Thank you for coming to see my son on his last journey today, Qiao's family has already prepared a thin wine in Qiao's Hotel, I won't go over, let Qiao Er accompany you!" ”

"The prince is polite, I am friends with Boss Qiao, and no matter how busy I am at such a time, I have to give him a ride."

"Old man, you mourn and change, people can't be resurrected after death, don't drag your body down!"

Prince Qiao's words made everyone open their mouths one after another, whether it was true or false