Shu Qing's performance was too calm, so calm that everyone felt that it was unusual.

The child's funeral was held on the second day, and it was said that it was a funeral, but only Shu Qing, Shu Zicheng and Xue Pei Xuehuan participated.

Shu Qing chose the place to bury the child behind a barren mountain that has not yet been cultivated, the barren mountain is near the Nanshan Mountain in Yangzhou, the barren mountain is surrounded by water on three sides, one side is against the mountain, the scenery is not bad, the most important thing is that the road to the mountain is very difficult, except for some birds and beasts in the mountain, there is no shadow of people at all.

Shu Qing hoped that no one could disturb her child, and she wanted to give him a peaceful world and let him sleep there.

The road in the mountains was so rough that horse-drawn carriages could not pass at all, and when they reached the foot of the South Mountain, the group had to walk forward.

The crystal coffin was very heavy, but Shu Qing insisted on carrying it by herself, Shu Zicheng was helpless, so she could only let Xue Huan and Xue Pei support her left and right, and everyone walked so that the soles of their shoes were almost worn out, and finally reached the back of the barren mountain.

Xuehuan and Xuepei dug a big pit with a shovel, and Shu Zicheng carved a spirit tablet for the child on the side, he worked as a carpenter for a while before becoming a businessman in his early years, and he can be regarded as a good hand.

"Give him a name." Shu Zicheng held the knife and reminded Shu Qing softly.

From birth to now, they haven't had time to name him, and although the child is dead now, he still needs a name.

Shu Qing pondered for a moment, his thoughts a little ethereal.

"Let's just call him Shuquanhuan." Shu Qing took a deep breath and said soothingly, "I hope he can live comfortably and happily in another world." ”

As early as the day she was personally sent to the Criminal Department by Mo Wengu, this child had nothing to do with Mo Wengu, so she let the child take her surname.

This child has suffered so much in this world, she does not dare to shirk the fact that there is no responsibility for her at all, if only she had eaten more on weekdays, maybe this child would not be so weak as to die so easily.

Shu Zicheng was slightly startled, and then nodded: "Okay, happy, I hope you can understand the good intentions of your grandfather and your mother......"

Shu Zicheng said, then lowered his head and began to engrave the name on the tablet intently.

Shu Qing hugged her Huanhuan motionlessly, as if she was holding the only piece of driftwood in the sea, and as if she was holding a life-saving straw, there was a dull emotion blocked in her chest, and she urgently needed to open a hole to vent.

From yesterday to now, she has been hugging her almost all the time, but she knows that he is going to leave her after all.

She desperately tried to catch him, but in the end she was defeated by fate.

It took Xue Huan and Xue Pei about half an hour to dig the hole where they were buried, and at this time the tablet on Shu Zicheng's side was almost completed, and the group set off from early in the morning, trekking through mountains and rivers along the way, and it took a lot of time, it should be noon at this time, but the sky was so dark as if night had fallen.

Shu Zicheng looked up, only to see rolling dark clouds coming overhead, and there was a flash of lightning in the distance, and it was probably about to rain showers.

The climate of Yangzhou is wetter than that of the capital, and the rain in this season is much more than that in the capital.

"Aqing, it's not too early, let's send them away." Shu Zicheng gently shook her shoulder.

Shu Qing came back to his senses and glanced up at him.

Coming into contact with Shu Qing's pretentious gaze, Shu Zicheng couldn't bear to continue to persuade him.

She didn't plead, but the more she did, the more she felt sad.

"It's going to rain soon...... Go get an umbrella for Miss. Shu Zicheng sighed helplessly, turned his head and told Xuehuan.

He is also a father, knowing the feeling of being a parent, Shu Qingchu tasted the pain of losing a child when he became a mother, and this pain must not be something that ordinary people can understand.

The meaning in Shu Zicheng's words was already to acquiesce to her for a while, Xuehuan listened, and this was the answer, and he wanted to go down the mountain.

The carriage is at the foot of Nanshan, and no one thought that the sky would change suddenly when they went up the mountain, so they left the umbrella in the carriage, and now Xuehuan is going to get the umbrella, which is equivalent to her walking from this barren mountain to Nanshan, and it will take half an hour to go back and forth.

How could Shu Qing let everyone be busy because she was alone? They've done enough for her in the past year, and it's time for an end.

"No need." Shu Qing raised his head and interrupted Xuehuan's movements lightly, "Let me bury him with my own hands." ”

With that, Shu Qing stood up by himself, kissed him one last time, and then put him back into the crystal coffin with his own hands, holding the first handful of loess.

"Huan, my mother will not forget you, my mother will always remember your ......" Shu Qing stroked his smooth forehead, smiled slightly, and the tears finally rolled down uncontrollably.

The pain in her chest was unbearable, she was numb these days, and today she finally felt pain again.

Xue Pei wanted to step forward to comfort her, but Shu Qing had already stood up first and turned her back to everyone: "Let's start." ”

Xue Pei was stunned, her heart was sour, and finally she chose to stand beside Shu Qing to accompany her.

Xuehuan used all his strength, and after a while, the tomb was filled, and Shu Zicheng followed closely and also erected the tablet in front of the tomb.

Almost at the same time that the tablets were set, the canopy began to rain, at first it was just a trickle, and then it was a crackling downpour.

The rain washed away the newly carved tablets, deepening the color of the tombstones, making the three words "Shu Quanhuan" particularly clear.

Everyone didn't bring umbrellas, and in an instant, they were all drenched in soup.

The heavy rain made the way down the mountain extremely difficult, and the four of them supported each other and slowly touched the barren mountain.

It rained for seven days, as if mourning for the dead.

And Shu Qing also fell completely ill in this heavy rain, her anorexia became more and more serious, followed by many other complications, this heavy rain made her have a few days of fever, but also made her fall into a coma, her body is losing weight at a terrible speed, in just a few days, it seems to be another person.

All the doctors who treated Shu Qing said that Shu Qing was dying.