Aunt Tang became more and more excited, and her voice was roaring like a yellow bird, and her eyes were red.

"Enough!" Lin Zhentian didn't know when he came behind the three of them, "The guests are still there, you are so lazy!" Lin Zhentian scolded with tears in his eyes.

Aunt Tang and Lin Ying'er immediately stopped crying, Xia Shangshang was slightly surprised, although Lin Zhentian was scolding, but from his tone, it could be heard that he treated the Aunt Tang in front of him as a family member like Lin Ying'er, and then looked at Lin Ying'er's attitude towards Aunt Tang, it seems that this Aunt Tang is also regarded as a part of the Lin family.

But... Then why is this Aunt Tang still dressed up so delicately?

Xia Shangshang didn't know the funeral customs here when he first came to this dynasty, but seeing Lin Ying'er Lin Zhentian dressed in linen and filial piety, dressed in white, Aunt Tang would not make such a low-level mistake, pinning the red and gorgeous begonia flowers on her head and dangling in the mourning hall, right?

"Aunt Tang, this flower on your head is so beautiful." Xia Shangshang suddenly spoke.

Aunt Tang's face turned red, and she was suddenly a little embarrassed, and said shyly: "My sister loved red the most when she was alive, and I don't want my sister to see the miserable white of the house····· ····· made her feel like she was alone."

Xia Shangshang nodded casually, "Aunt Tang is really Mrs. Lin's good sister. ”

Lin Zhentian remembered his wife's previous preferences, and his eyes were even more gloomy, "Yes, Zhu'er... She likes red the most. Sweeping his gaze to Aunt Tang, who was bowing her head in front of her and didn't dare to look at people, Lin Zhentian's tone couldn't help but warm, "Ah Tang, you really have a heart." After so many years, changing tricks to make Mrs. happy, it's hard for you. ”

Aunt Tang burst into tears, "My wife and I are not sisters, we are even like sisters, not to mention, my wife still has a life-saving grace for me." Ah Tang has been a cow and a horse all his life, and he can't repay him endlessly. Ah Tang only wants to stay by Ying'er's side in the future, instead of his wife, and watch Ying'er live a safe and happy life. ”

Hehe. Xia Shangshang can see it. I have watched so many palace fighting dramas in the past and it is really not in vain, this Aunt Tang is high-sounding on her face, but she has other thoughts in her head! took Mrs. Lin's preferences and avoided his own difficulties in a few words, and moved the two fathers and daughters of the Lin family to tears, if it weren't for Xia Shangshang looking at Aunt Tang's inadvertently admiring eyes towards Lin Zhentian, I was afraid that I would believe it.

Aunt Tang's words were reasonable, but Xia Shangshang couldn't help but sneer in his heart. If she was really as good to Mrs. Lin as she said, she wouldn't have broken the etiquette at the funeral of her savior.

However, Xia Shangshang couldn't say much, after all, this was someone else's family matter. This Aunt Tang is probably just a drunkard's intention not to drink. Looking at Lin Ying'er and Lin Zhentian's rather moved look, Xia Shangshang couldn't help but shake his head, just afraid that one day the two father and daughter would be sold and they would have to help with the money.

Xia Shangshang didn't want to stay longer, and told Lin Ying'er that he was about to start his business. Aunt Tang silently looked relieved beside her, and by the way, she took the initiative to accompany Lin Zhentian to the lobby to greet the guests.

Aunt Tang's actions naturally moved the father and daughter of the Lin family.

Mrs. Lin's coffin was still parked in the bedroom, and it was still a few days before she went out. Xia Shangshang first kowtowed respectfully to the coffin and said, "I'm sorry." Only then did he gently open the coffin.

Mrs. Lin's was already extremely stiff, and Xia Shangshang's fingertips seemed to touch the frozen flesh. Moreover, Mrs. Lin had struggled violently before she died, and her death was miserable. In order to drain the water from Mrs. Lin's body, Xia Shangshang kept pressing her chest, and after a while, Mrs. Lin's swollen body became slightly more normal. Lin Ying'er watched from the side and felt heartache, every glance was as painful for her as Ling Chi.

Xia Shangshang called Lin Ying'er, and the two worked together to separate Mrs. Lin's stiff hands and feet. At this time, Mrs. Lin's hand slipped red. Xia Shangshang picked it up and took a closer look, and frowned unconsciously.

"What is this?"

Lin Ying'er took the petals and looked at them, "This is a kind of flower placed in my mother's room, this kind of flower is very rare, it is such a plant that Aunt Tang got after running all over southern Xinjiang." Therefore, my mother likes this flower very much, and she has to watch it every day. ”

Xia Shangshang showed a clear look on his face, and asked casually, "Does Mrs. Lin like this flower so much?" ”

"yes, this kind of flower is so rare. When my mother was not married to my father, she was very fond of flowers and plants, especially red flowers. Later, despite my grandfather's opposition, he married my father, a rough man, but he didn't lose Yaxing. ”

Xia Shangshang sighed secretly in his heart, and praised from the bottom of his heart: "Your father, I really love your mother." ”

Lin Ying'er nodded slightly, her face infinitely melancholy. Once, what an enviable pair his father and mother were. Back then, my mother was the daughter of a big family, and there were countless suitors, but my mother fell in love with my poor and white father, and married him despite everyone's opposition. After so many years, my father and mother are still in love.

"Live well! For your mother! Xia Shangshang really couldn't say anything comforting, and after thinking about it for a long time, he finally spit out only these eight words.

Lin Ying'er smiled instead and nodded sincerely. Some things depend on who says them.

"By the way, since this is your mother's favorite flower, why don't we put a bouquet next to Mrs. Lin. In this way, on the Huangquan Road, there is also her favorite flower company, and she is not lonely. Xia Shangshang suggested.

Lin Ying'er also thought it was good, so she went out to find a bouquet. Looking at the back of Lin Ying'er leaving, a trace of complexity crossed Xia Shangshang's eyes.

Lin Ying'er didn't go out for long, and she brought flowers. Coming by the way, there is also Aunt Tang, who is entertaining guests in the lobby.

After Aunt Tang entered the house, she exchanged a few words with Xia Shangshang, and then looked into the coffin. "Miss Xia is really amazing, I looked at my sister's face, and I thought she was still there. She had a ruddy complexion, and she looked better than when she was alive. "Looking at it like this, my sister feels like she's asleep······"

As he spoke, another sadness inevitably came, and tears rolled down.

Xia Shangshang comforted him perfunctorily, and beckoned Lin Ying'er to bring the bouquet. "Sure enough!" The moment he saw the bouquet, Xia Shangshang couldn't help but exclaim.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Aunt Tang and Lin Ying'er asked nervously.

Xia Shangshang suppressed the emotion in his eyes and said with a smile: "It's really a good flower, so beautiful, no wonder Mrs. Lin can't put it down all day long." It's a rare sight. ”