Wake up early, it's cloudy, and it's windy.

It's cold, Jing Yuanshan read the weather forecast yesterday, and today she wears a thicker one, and then looks at a few younger sisters.

Ershan, Sishang, shirtless, uniform white shirt.

Maybe some people wear black for funerals, but it's okay for daughters, linen and filial piety, and white to wear white.

The clothes are not good, but they are clean and tidy.

Jing Yuanshan and Er Shan both wore black trousers, the same student hair, and they looked the same big.

The shirtless person is taller than Sishang and Ershan, and he wears jeans without black pants.

Sishang wore a white skirt and looked very pitiful.

Jing Yuanshan looked at Shanshan.

Shanshan is at home, and she also wears a white T-shirt, and her sisters don't wear flowers on their heads.

Beibei's eyes are red, even if she doesn't go, she will say goodbye to her mother in her heart.

Jing Yuanshan carried a bag and an umbrella, and led her three younger sisters out.

Sishang followed the eldest sister, and Wuxian followed the second sister.

When I arrived at the funeral home, it was only eight o'clock.

The dust blown by the wind can't open people's eyes.

Sishang almost made a mistake.

Jing Yuanshan pulled her back.

The funeral parlor is very large and of high specifications, and it is definitely not a mother who is placed there. I don't know what the big guys are.

Jing Yuanshan just happened to see Jing Shuo.

Jing Shuo is Jing Guangcheng's eldest son, or Jing's grandson, his mother's eldest nephew, let's call him the eldest cousin.

Jing Shuo is in his thirties, and he and his wife are both big cows, and they are very good abroad.

Jing Yuanshan followed Jing Shuo.

Jing Ershan was a little scared.

Jing Shuo recognized Jing Yuanshan and nodded: "You haven't grown up yet." ”

With a very simple sentence, Jing Shuo remembered that this group of girls sighed.

"Come with me." Jing Shuo is very good, and he doesn't pretend to be with a few girls.

"Thank you." Jing Yuanshan didn't treat herself as a real cousin.

Going up to the second floor, the farewell room was ready, and a lot of wreaths were placed at the door.

Ershan and Wuxian supported each other and cried.

Jing Yuanshan signaled, and Sishang also followed the second sister.

The three sisters followed behind the eldest sister.

Jing Guangcheng came over, wearing a black shirt and white flowers pinned to his chest.

His hair was gray, and the headmaster's expression was a little sad.

Jing Guangcheng's wife came over and looked at Jing Yuanshan: "Come so early." ”

Jing Yuanshan said dryly: "Trouble you." ”

Mrs. Jing didn't say much, and her voice was slightly lower: "Here, let's change your clothes and prepare to cry." ”

Er Shan saw her mother lying quietly in the middle, and she couldn't help crying.

Jing Yuanshan put her arms around her second sister and followed behind Mrs. Jing to change her clothes.

There are a lot of people here, and they have prepared a lot of clothes. Maybe if you don't wear black, you can change it temporarily.

Jing Yuanshan is dressed in white, and she is truly dressed in linen and filial piety, and she should be filial to her mother.

Jing Ershan is the same as the eldest sister.

Sishang and Wuxia changed out, and threw themselves in front of the funeral bed and cried.

After putting on makeup, my mother is like sleeping quietly and never waking up again. Heaven has no pain, no harm.

Surrounded by flowers, I don't know if it's good to set off my mother, or to pay tribute to the death of last year.

Next to the wreath, on the right is represented by Jingjia and Jingshuo.

Four mats on the left.

Jing Yuanshan knelt on the first.

Jing Zhaocheng came in and said Jing Yuanshan: "The time hasn't come yet." ”

Jing Yuan Shanying: "Mom just happened to talk to us. ”

Jing Sishang signaled, and Wuxian helped the second sister over, kneeling on a mat by one.

Jing Ershan fell on the mat and cried.

Jing Sishang hugged the mat and cried.

Jing Wuxian was in tears, looking at the eldest sister, a little at a loss. Going in and out is the people of the Jing family, and it's none of their business.

Jing Yuanshan straightened her waist and bowed her head slightly, not knowing what to look at.

Wuxian followed the eldest sister, kneeling straight, tears falling to the mat, wet for a while.

The Jing family was busy, looking at these children, the paper towels were inconvenient, so they brought small towels.

Jing Wuxian took the towel and covered his mouth and cried.

Mrs. Jing looked at Jing Yuanshan and patted her on the shoulder: "Cry, child." ”

Jing Yuanshan's voice was still calm: "I'm fine, thank you." ”

It's a bit messy outside.

Jing Yuanshan listened, the ancestor of the Gu family died.

The old ancestor is Gu Ershao's great-grandmother, who really lived to be a hundred years old. It's very bullish, so the people who come are not ordinary.

The Jing family, only part of it is ready to go over.

Jing Shuo spoke: "Mom and Dad and Second Uncle go, I'll accompany my aunt." ”

Jing Guangcheng nodded: "Let's go over and come back." ”

Another spoke: "Isn't the eldest brother in the poor source of technology, isn't it okay not to go?" ”

Jing Shuoying: "The cooperation has not yet been decided, not to mention that work is work, and the Gu family is the Gu family." ”

Think that the general employees of Xinyuan Manufacturing are qualified? It's just that the Jing family and the Gu family have some friendship.

The young man was curious: "Is the eldest brother cooperating with Gu Ershao?" ”

Jing Shuo explained: "Poor source technology is the connection between pure theory and productivity, and there are many cooperative projects. Different from pure research, whether the technology has value or not will be directly fed back from Xinyuan manufacturing. ”

There are theoretical research and applied research, and Jing Yuanshan remembers in a trance that poor source technology is known as the fast lane of technology.

Some people say that this is supported by my aunt.

Jing Yuanshan thought to herself, attending a funeral is like attending a wedding is at most a blessing, and the funeral brings a sentence of mourning.

Although the ancestors are beeping cows on their side, there are people coming here one after another.

In other words, Jing Shuwan is still a little popular, at least she knows that the Jing family has this person.

Jing Yuanshan didn't know them, and they didn't know them, so I didn't know what they were crying about.

Another group.

This Jing Yuanshan knows her mother's ex-husband, Fuzheng's junior, and her junior's two sons and one daughter.

The eldest son is thirty years old, and the younger son is only ten years old, and he doesn't know what they are coming to do.

If you recognize your mother-in-law, you are divorced, and the junior comes to show off, and the Jing family can't say anything.

The ex-husband is very good, worth billions, and his mother divorced him, and he didn't want anything.

Wu Zhishen turned to Jing Yuanshan, looked at her, and suddenly shouted: "You won't hire it, will you?" ”

Wu Zhimin is known as the princess of a wealthy family in the same year as Jing Yuanshan, although she wears black, the black handbag is full of luxury, and she educates her younger brother: "Don't you know how many orphans Aunt Jing has adopted?" ”

Wu Zhishen's shoes on his feet don't know tens of thousands, proud: "Isn't Jing Shuwan an orphan again when she dies?" ”

Wu Zhimin pretended: "Do you want me to donate a little?" ”

Jing Sishang relieved herself and went up directly, regardless of the hoarseness of her voice: "Some people are poor and only have money left, and some people have real humanity." It's no wonder that the children of the junior are not as well raised as my mother. ”

Wu Zhishen raised his foot and kicked Jing Sisheng.

Jing Yuanshan reached out and pulled Wu Zhishen's clothes and flipped him over.

Wu Zhimin was standing here, and Wu Zhishen fell over and knocked her over.

Jing Guangcheng strode in and stood in front of Jing Yuanshan: "Wu Jiancong, you can go." ”

Mrs. Jing followed: "Although Mr. Wu is a lover, my sister is afraid that she can't stand it." ”

Jing Hongcheng also spoke: "Bullying her daughter in front of my sister, let's save some face." ”

Mrs. Wu's ......

Jing Yuanshan was cold: "My mother is looking at you." ”

Junior, almost fifty years old, dressed like twenty years old, very moist lady.

She is the winner in life.