The four walls of the mourning hall are hung with blue and white curtains, the coffin is parked at the innermost, a heavy curtain is hung, an offering table is set up outside the tent, the table is full of offerings, a pair of large white candles, the candles are brilliant, under the table is a copper basin that burns paper, and in front of the copper basin is a row of futons, for the guests who come to mourn and worship.

There are a few small people standing on one side of the futon, holding incense in their hands, and each guest will offer three incense sticks, and the guests will light the incense on the candle, worship and mourn at the spiritual seat, and if it is the younger generation of the deceased, they need to kneel on the futon and kowtow. Meng Qingyun, as a filial son and grandson, knelt on the other side, and there was also a futon underneath.

If there are familiar ladies among the guests, most of them will hold her hand and comfort her with tears, and Meng Qingyun will accept the comfort with a sad face. "Mourn and change, take care of yourself", "Your mother said how to do with me, who would have thought that she would go", "Pity your mother and didn't see your father before she died" and so on. After the guests were comforted, they were guided by the little maid to stay in the living room to serve tea, and most of them had to stay for a white feast.

According to the customs of the Jiangnan region, it was originally a banquet to thank you after the funeral, but there are many relatives and friends of the Mengjia family, in addition to local relatives and friends, there are many people who came from other places, if the banquet is held after the funeral, one is that some families can not wait for so many days, and the other is that after all, they came from far away, and they should be grandly received, and the old lady casually said that it would be a flowing water banquet from the first day of condolence, and the guests who came to mourn ate directly did not have to work hard again.

is worthy of being a luxurious old lady.

Green Smoke and Asakusa were behind Meng Qingyun, reminding her one by one what kind of relatives they were here and what their relationship was with their own family. Fortunately, the mourning in the mourning hall is stacked and stacked, the mourning music is deafening, the monks and Taoists are chanting the scriptures excessively, and there are many female relatives crying bitterly, all kinds of voices are mixed together, everyone has to put their mouths close to their ears when they speak, but no one thinks that the behavior of the two maids is strange.

Meng Qingyun's face was full of sorrow, and he tried his best to conform to the setting of "filial piety and virtuous grandson", but his thoughts had already flown away.

Everyone thought she was demented and had forgotten the past.

What she forgot was actually just the past of Meng Qingyun's physical body, but she remembered the events of her previous life firmly.

Since the Republic of China, she began to go to sea, after four generations of ninety years of operation and the formation of a huge multinational consortium, to her generation, she is the only direct descendant, but also the first successor of the entire family. Who would have expected that he would be murdered and assassinated by his cousin's family.

From the moment she was born, she deeply understood the grievances and struggles within the wealthy family, although there was no gunsmoke, but there was blood everywhere. Only those who eat the waste waiting for death will be willing to lead the fund to enjoy their lives, but anyone who is a little ambitious will covet the family's huge network resources, and finally show their hideous fangs.

Therefore, although she couldn't explain how it made her transform time and space and enter Meng Qingyun's body, this seemingly peaceful and prosperous Shenyongtang Meng's mansion had already revealed an undercurrent under the water in her eyes. In a family, the imbalance of resources is the root cause of all competing interests.

"Yuan Niang, Yuan Niang."

Well?

Meng Qingyun came back to her senses, and Green Smoke was gently tugging at the corner of her clothes, reminding her of the identity of the comer: "Mrs. Yongkang Hou and Chen Erlang are here." ”

Yongkang Hou Chen's family, the Meng's family is a family friend, and there is a friendship with the family. The two sons of the Chen family, Chen Zhang and Chen Tang, studied in the Meng clan when they were young. On the ground of Yaxi, there is no academy private school that has a deeper foundation and more clever articles than the Meng family.

Meng Qingyun looked sideways and saw that the eldest lady, Lu Shi, personally led a middle-aged woman with grace and elegance and a slightly plump body into the mourning hall, half a step behind followed by a handsome young man in an ultramarine blue shirt, and a group of servants and maidservants followed.

I don't need to be reminded by green smoke to know that this woman is Mrs. Yongkang Hou, and the young son is Chen Tang, the second lang of the Chen family.

The mother and son offered incense to mourn the deceased according to the routine etiquette, and Mrs. Yongkang Hou also wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes that she didn't know if they existed, and said to the Lu family: "At the beginning of spring, I also said that when the lotus flowers bloom in our garden, please go over to enjoy the flowers, who would have thought that the yin and yang will be separated forever." ”

Lu Shi naturally spoke comfortingly and shed a few tears with him.

Mrs. Yongkang Hou stopped her grief and brought Chen Erlang over to accept Meng Qingyun's reply.

Meng Qingyun was helped up by her hand after kowtowing, and only then did she see the other party's appearance clearly. The lady had a fair face, crooked eyebrows and eyes, and was very kind, but looking at the thinness of her lips, I guessed that she might not be as good at talking as she seemed at first glance.

And Chen Erlang, who was behind her, had a clear look in his eyes when he saw Meng Qingyun clearly.

Shen Yongtang is the mother of the Meng family, but she has always been known for her beauty.

It is said that "if you want to be pretty, you must be filial", Meng Qingyun wore filial piety clothes, snow-white, and the fifteen-year-old girl's figure has begun to take shape, which is a good appearance of slim and elegant. Everyone in the world thinks that the beauty of Jiangnan is delicate and delicate, but her appearance is completely different.

Different from the slightly flat facial features of southern women, her facial features are very three-dimensional, with a high nose and beautiful eyes, plump lips and slightly upturned, and even a sharp color between the eyebrows and eyes, which is very aggressive and aggressive. If you use flowers as an analogy, they are as brilliant as roses and gorgeous as peonies.

The moment she raised her head, the moment her thick eyelashes fanned, Chen Erlang felt as if her chest had been hit hard by a sledgehammer.

Mrs. Yongkang Hou held her hand and exclaimed: "This child is really getting better and better, but it's pitiful." Meng Qingyun had no choice but to snort twice, and the daughter who lost her mother was naturally very sad. Fortunately, Mrs. Hou didn't dwell on this topic, and instead introduced her son: "This is my Erlang, you all knew each other when you were a child, but he has traveled out for a few years, and he hasn't seen him for a long time." ”

Chen Erlang hurriedly bent down to give a salute: "I haven't seen you for a long time, how is Yuan Niang?" But his face kept up, and his eyes stared at her with two hooks in his eyes.

With such fiery eyes, how could Meng Qingyun not feel it, she just lowered her eyelids and replied: "Second Brother Chen is fine." She knelt for a long time, thanked the guests, and had to cry twice from time to time, her voice was tired, and her voice was a little soft and hoarse.

Chen Erlang only felt that his body was half crispy.

"Ahem."

Mrs. Yongkang Hou covered her mouth and coughed twice, reminding her son to put away the ugliness. Chen Erlang was shocked and quickly straightened up.

Lu Shi immediately stepped forward and said, "The old lady has been waiting for a long time, I'll accompany the lady over." ”

Mrs. Yongkang Hou grabbed her son's arm, said "yes", and dragged him away.

When Lu passed by Meng Qingyun, he glanced at her face. Unexpectedly, Meng Qingyun actually shrugged her shoulders, which made her slightly stunned and went inexplicably.

After the group of them left, no guests came in for the time being, and Asakusa and Green Smoke helped Meng Qingyun kneel and sit back on the futon.

Asakusa muttered: "That Chen Erlang, oily and slippery." ”

Lu Yan thought for a while and said softly: "I heard that the eldest lady intends to marry the Marquis of Yongkang. ”

"Oh-" Meng Qingyun lengthened his voice.

No wonder the eldest lady wants to glance at her, afraid that she will seduce her future son-in-law.