The sky was slightly bright, a bright moon hung in the sky, and the cold wind gusted.

The black Cadillac stopped at the door of the Shen Mansion, Xin Manqing and Bo Jingyu got out of the car together, and Yi Huan also followed.

The bloody mess of that day has disappeared in the Shen Mansion, wreaths are placed everywhere, white curtains are around, the mourning guests have not yet come, and only the people of the Shen Mansion are busy.

When the housekeeper saw the three of them coming, he immediately greeted him and said respectfully: "Thank you Mr. Bo for taking care of my master." After speaking, he bowed deeply.

Bo Jingyu and Xin Manqing hurriedly helped the old man up: "These are what we should do, a thank you word is too much to see." ”

The housekeeper got up, took out a black lacquered wooden box and handed it to Xin Manqing: "This is what my husband prepared in advance, let me hand it over to you after he leaves." ”

Xin Manqing took the box, but he didn't open it, but he just wanted to do the funeral well.

Seeing that she was thinking about Shen Zhiqiu, the housekeeper couldn't help but redden, and stopped: "Miss Xin, you open it first, this is the last wish of the gentleman." ”

Xin Manqing lowered his eyes, his hands trembled and opened the box, inside was a suicide note and a real estate certificate. She opened the thin sheet of paper, and the handwriting was sparse and she wrote a few lines of words.

The Shen Mansion will be owned by Yihuan in the future, and all the property after his death will be donated to the orphanage, if he can, he wants to be buried next to Ji Xiaoya.

After reading it, Xin Manqing couldn't hold back any longer, tears slid down his cheeks and dripped straight to the ground.

"Don't worry, Uncle Shen's grave is next to his mother, and he has fulfilled their wish when he was a teenager." Bo Jingyu took Xin Manqing into his arms and comforted him in a low voice.

Yi Huan couldn't help but cry, sobbing and choking so that he was not sad, he threw himself next to the coffin, looked at Shen Zhiqiu's remains, and choked up: "Grandpa, get up, I don't want Shen Mansion, I want you to swing with me, eat snacks, woo woo......"

The housekeeper also wiped his tears on the side and helped Yi Huan up: "Little Miss, get up quickly, don't cry and break your body, Mr. will be distressed." ”

Yi Huan stood up, his eyes were red from crying, and he looked at the person in the coffin reluctantly, and his aggrieved little appearance made people feel distressed.

Some of the servants also wiped their tears, quickened their movements, and arranged the mourning hall properly.

A sound of car engines came from outside, and Bo Yanyu and Song Aiwei also arrived, and when they entered the door, they bowed three times to Shen Zhiqiu's coffin, extremely sad.

"Is there anything we can do to help?" After Xin Manqing returned the gift, Bo Yanyu and Song Aiwei immediately asked.

"We're all ready, just waiting for the guests to come, and then we can go to the grave after the memorial service." The housekeeper stepped forward and explained a few words, and the old man's face was heavily injured.

He has been by Shen Zhiqiu's side since he was a child, and watching him come to this point, whether he is proud or frustrated, he never thought that Shen Zhiqiu would leave in such a heroic way.

Several people stood by in silence, remembering the amazing old man.

The sky was bright, and a round of morning sun gradually rose, shining brightly. There were more and more cars outside the door, and guests also came, and the low mourning music resounded throughout the Shen Mansion.

For a morning, people from all walks of life were in an endless stream, and it didn't stop until noon.

Xin Manqing caressed the coffin, fulfilled the duty of filial piety, the hearse drove all the way to the cemetery, and it took half an hour to arrive, and after a few days of light rain, the mountain was filled with the fragrance of the earth. A new grave has been built next to Ji Xiaoya's tomb, the marble tombstone is extremely glorious, and there are clusters of white chrysanthemums next to the tomb.

Bo Jingyu stayed by Xin Manqing's side, accompanied her to fill in the soil of the first spade, and then ordered his subordinates to shovel the soil, and the coffin was paid by a Peipei's nickname, and after a while, it was buried deep in the ground, completely isolated from everyone.

Xin Manqing leaned on Bo Jingyu's shoulder, crying so much that his nose turned red, sobbing and choking, his shoulders couldn't help shaking, and he was pitiful.

Shen Zhiqiu's voice and smile have been haunting her heart these days, from the beginning of apprenticeship, to the later acquaintance of her heart, sacrificing her life to protect each other, every bit of it makes her heart ache.

Bo Jingyu patted her on the back, choking in her throat, not knowing how to comfort her.

Those who followed to the cemetery were close relatives, and they were also weeping with mourning relatives.

The tombstone was erected, the large characters painted in gold were particularly solemn, everyone saluted in unison, and the funeral procedures were completed.

Xin Manqing looked at the new monument side by side with his mother's tombstone, the same texture and specifications, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, his body couldn't hold on anymore, his eyes were dark, and he fell softly into Bo Jingyu's arms.

Song Aiwei and Bo Yanyu immediately surrounded her, and Yi Huan took Xin Manqing's hand, crying even louder.

Bo Jingyu was relieved after holding her hand to check the pulse, and comforted a few people: "She just fainted from being overly sad, this is the matter, I will take her back first." ”

After speaking, he picked up the person horizontally and led Yihuan to the black Cadillac.

Bo Yanyu and Song Aiwei watched them leave, and she walked slowly down the mountain in a hurry to express her grief.

"But after a few faces, I already admire Mr. Shen in my heart, if it weren't for his sacrifice of righteousness, I'm afraid Li Shaotian's gang would not be so easy to deal with." Bo Yanyu looked back at Qingshan with a little regret on his face.

Song Aiwei nodded, her red eyes were full of water: "Shen Lao's medical skills are also second to none, it's a pity." ”

Bo Yanyu looked sideways at her and cried, stroked people's shoulders distressedly, and wiped the tears from her face: "Don't cry, it's not beautiful, and when you cry, it's even uglier." ”

Song Aiwei wiped away her tears with her cuffs, glared at Bo Yanyu, and twisted her shoulder angrily.

"Since you dislike me for being ugly, then you can find someone else to marry!" After saying that, he shook off the hand that covered his shoulder and strode down the mountain.

Bo Yanyu smiled indulgently, followed her footsteps and went down the mountain.

"Hey, didn't you say you had already found a wedding company last time, so let's go and have a look later." Bo Yanyu pulled her arm and put it in the crook of her arm, and when she saw that Song Aiwei's mood was better after the gag, she was relieved.

Song Aiwei understood his intentions and rolled her eyes: "Okay, let's go together, if it weren't for the introduction of my sister-in-law, I don't know how long you will drag it out, it is really the temper of your son." ”

Bo Yanyu was not angry when she teased her, but blindly followed her, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, yes, it's all my fault, everything is thanks to the lady's arrangement." ”

Song Aiwei opened the car door and motioned for him to follow, still chattering: "You don't care about our marriage at all, learn more from the eldest brother, and see how he usually treats his sister-in-law." ”

Bo Yanyu smiled and responded one by one, with a doting face.