In the next few days, Ying Xue'er invited the master of ceremonies, drew up the process of the worship ceremony, and sent an invitation letter.

Because my mother has passed away for many years, even if some friends came and went at the beginning, they may not remember the friendship now. Ying Xue'er invited Cheng Lingsu and them, plus her uncle, Tong Shizun, Aunt Chen, Aunt Mei, Steward Li and other old people, it is estimated that the worship ceremony should not be too deserted.

On the afternoon of the 26th, Ying Xueer and Hongyao arrived at the cemetery early and learned about the process with the master of ceremonies.

Aunt Chen and Aunt Mei helped Xue'er and Hongyao wipe the tombstone with their own hands. Fruit snacks and mother's favorite snacks were served on the table. And flowers.

Looking at the young face in her mother's portrait, Ying Xue'er felt sad for a while, although her mother was weak, such a harmless woman should not be bullied so much, and finally died.

Half an hour later, Cheng Lingsu and the three of them arrived, and the front of her mother's luxurious tombstone was not so deserted.

Ying Xue'er sighed in her heart, this cemetery is like her mother's life after marriage, living in a luxurious villa, but she can only shrink in her own deserted room, looking at the lush flowers and trees in the yard and the beautiful rockery pavilion through the window. Even the servants can laugh freely among the flowers and plants, and as soon as she walks out of the room, she will be hurt from all directions, home is not home, but only her prison, and she is not a hostess, but a prisoner guarded by the elders of the family and many servants.

The shaking of the strange figures around pulled Ying Xue'er's thoughts back, and she turned her head to look at two strange middle-aged men, one of whom said politely: "Hello Miss Ying, we are Mr. Shangguan's subordinates." ”

"Thank you so much for coming to my mother's memorial service." Ying Xue'er bowed slightly with gratitude on her face.

The two hurriedly replied: "It should be, it should be!" He also returned the salute to Ying Xue'er.

At this time, someone came over, nodded to Ying Xue'er, and then went to greet the two people before, and it seemed that they were also acquaintances with their uncle.

Ten minutes later, Shangguan Wenyan also came. only had time to glance at Ying Xue'er, and was surrounded by people to greet him.

It's about the same time. The master of ceremonies came over and said to Ying Xue'er: "Can you start looking at it in ten minutes?" After all, it gets dark early this season. ”

Ying Xue'er looked at the path into the cemetery, there was no shadow of Ying Tianhua, "Let's start in half an hour." ”

The master of ceremonies could only nod.

"He said yes yesterday." Hongyao said a little angrily.

Ying Xue'er didn't know what Ying Tianhua was planning, so she only comforted: "Wait a little longer." "If Ying Tianhua doesn't come, the purpose will only be half achieved, it will only be a tribute to his mother, and the most important thing is the frustration in Hongyao's heart, but it can't be eliminated, and the lack of confidence can't be cured.

Ying Jiayuan sold miserably, so that Ying Tianhua, who never entered Feng Yingyi's room, entered. This is the victory of their mother and daughter, for Ying Xue'er, these don't matter at all, but Hongyao, who watches Ying Jiayuan play at the dinner table every day, will feel that his family and father have discouraged him, and he may be decadent or bad at learning.

The human brain secretes dopamine when it succeeds, and it will be an instant rush to the next goal with energy, happiness and confidence. Otherwise, they will become unmotivated, unconfident, and likely to hover between giving up and failing repeatedly.

After a while, the guests automatically stood in two rows, and since there were no more guests, they estimated that the ceremony was about to begin.

Cheng Lingsu, Ren Yingying, and Jiang Yulang also learned to stand in a row.

Ying Xue'er nodded to the master of ceremonies, "Let's start on time." ”

The master of ceremonies had not yet answered, but his gaze turned in another direction. Ying Xue'er followed his gaze and saw Ying Tianhua wearing a black windbreaker and walking calmly from the cemetery path.

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