Ye Qinglin and Xu Meijia sat on the sofa.

There was only mother and daughter in the whole room, and there was silence around them, like dead ashes, and pins could be heard.

The mother and daughter sat on the sofa in silence with their heads downcast, but they sobbed from time to time, as if they were unhappy in their lives.

At the same time, her daughter's delicate and immature cry made Ye Qinglin unable to calm down.

The mother and daughter calmed down for a while, and then began to sob.

On the coffee table in front of the sofa is a wooden box with a photo on it.

It was Xu Chenghao's posthumous photo.

This wooden box is Xu Chenghao's sea of ashes

Recalling yesterday's scene, the mother and daughter will never forget it for the rest of their lives.

"Husband, husband!" Yesterday, Xu Chenghao's body was finally carried after being placed for three days.

"Woo woo woo husband!" On the stretcher, Xu Chenghao's body was lying on it, Ye Qinglin hugged him and cried bitterly, "Husband, husband, you tell me that you are not dead, you are not dead! Are you sleeping, husband!"

Ye Qinglin shook Xu Chenghao's head vigorously, but she also knew that her behavior was very stupid.

A familiar face, he has seen the face for more than ten years, the blood stains on his face have been removed, his eyes are closed at this time, but he has not been peaceful, as if he only realized that he was going to die at the moment before he died, as if at that moment he remembered his wife and children, but the moment he realized it, it was too late.

"Dad, Dad, are you awake, when will you wake up, Dad, I miss you!" Xu Meijia, who was only a teenager in the grade, leaned her head on Xu Chenghao's body and choked softly.

And Xu Chenghao couldn't see, hear, or feel, he always closed his eyes and didn't react at all, no matter how the mother and daughter shook and cried.

"Ms. Ye, I know that the two of you are in a very painful mood at this time, but people can't be resurrected after death, please calm down. A middle-aged man next to him reassured.

"Ms. Ye, no matter what, the body still has to be sent over after all, you can calm down. The middle-aged man reassured again.

"No!"

"No!"

"No!" Ye Qinglin shook her head vigorously, swearing the resentment and pain in her heart, "Why, why !!"

Several men next to them all went up to reassure them.

Outside the district, a cremation van is parked.

On the cremation car, several strong men walked down and walked in the direction of Ye Qinglin.

"Is it okay?" asked the driver who got out of the car patiently.

"No, no, don't, don't burn, don't burn!" Ye Qinglin shook his head like a madman, struggling hard.

However, no matter how she struggles, the people around her can only be appeased and intercepted.

"Ms. Ye, please calm down, people are always buried when they die, even if we don't cremate today, you have to watch Mr. Xu's body rot, don't you? ”

The people around patiently comforted Ye Qinglin.

Crematorium.

It turned out that several people were going to send the body to the crematorium for cremation.

This is something that Ye Qinglin had already expected.

But she couldn't accept the bitter truth.

"No, no, don't burn him, don't burn him!" But no matter what, Ye Qinglin couldn't listen to it, all she wanted was to be able to look at her husband a few more times.

However, the seemingly ruthless but affectionate men could not fulfill her wishes, so they lifted the grain frame and carried Xu Chenghao's body to the cremation car step by step.

"No, no, husband, return my husband, return my husband!!" Ye Qinglin looked at the backs of the men who walked slowly, and Xu Chenghao on the shoulders of several people, roaring and struggling like crazy.

Pain, resentment, and disappointment were intricately revealed on her face. Like a dark cloud, gradually heavy, gradually heavy, and finally like lightning, like a demon.

"Give back my husband!!" Ye Qinglin roared heartbreakingly, this roaring sound was not like a woman's roar, but like the roar of a beast.

A few people who stopped her felt that this roar was vomiting out her soul.

However, a few remaining men stopped Ye Qinglin, no matter how Ye Qinglin struggled, her strength could not withstand these men.

"Ms. Ye, be quiet, be quiet!"

"Don't burn, don't burn! Let me take another look, let me take another look!" Ye Qinglin was desperate, helpless, and painful.

"Dad, Dad, don't go!" Seeing her mother in such pain, Xu Meijia couldn't help but hug her mother's shoulders and cry bitterly.

Alas.

The few people who stopped them also felt sad and felt sympathy for them.

The body was carried into the cremation car, and several men all walked into the car.

"Don't drive away, don't drive away!"

Then, no matter how Ye Qinglin roared, she finally couldn't break free from the shackles made by the men with their arms, nor could she break free from the shackles made of pain in her heart, and in the end, she could only watch the crematorium slowly drive away.

Despair.

Suffering.

She felt a shudder of pain all over her body, and she fell to the ground weakly, closing her eyes and letting the tears flow.

When the cremation car returned, all that was left was a wooden urn and a photo frame, and inside the frame was Xu Chenghao's posthumous photo.

......

After a while, the mother and daughter finally calmed down a little, but they were heavy, sad, and depressed, and sat on the sofa with their heads down.

"Mom, I miss Dad, where is Dad. Jiao's daughter still doesn't change her childlike innocence, she can still rely on her mother, and she can still be coquettish to her mother.

"Daddy's at home. Ye Qinglin touched his daughter's hair and comforted her.

"You lied to me, Dad wasn't home at all!"

"Look, isn't this here? Ye Qinglin pointed to the urn on the table in front of him, "Your father, you're doing well in the box." ”

"Really?" Xu Meijia wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Hmm. Ye Qinglin nodded.

Xu Meijia hit the table. Look at that posthumous photo.

"Dad, you come out, are you okay to come out, you don't want to be in this box anymore, I miss you. I want to ride on your shoulders, I want to shave you, I want to help you beat your back, you come out!"

However, Xu Meijia herself also knew in her heart that she shouted this just to give herself a little comfort and release some pain.

Ye Qinglin looked at his daughter's back and cried silently.

"No, husband, I won't let you die so uneasy, I must let your ashes be included in the Xu family ancestral hall! I want to kill Xu Hongchuan, jealous of your spirit!"

Ye Qinglin's heart was iron, his anger burned, and a bold idea in his heart spontaneously arose, his eyes were full of angry blood, and there was a fierce murderous aura.

"Xu Clan Ancestral Hall!"

"I'm going to put your ashes in the Xu Clan Ancestral Hall!"

"Let your soul guard the descendants of the Xu family!"

"Let you share the glory with your dead ancestors!"

However, how is the Xu family ancestral hall easy to enter?

There is Xu Hongchuan outside the ancestral hall, and there are the gods of the dead ancestors guarding the ancestral hall, how can she Ye Qinglin get in.

"No matter, no matter, I just die, I also want to put the ashes in the ancestral hall! I am dead, I will kill Xu Hongchuan!"

Ye Qinglin's eyes were bloodshot, the sharp gaze shone on her heart, bloodshot shrouded all around, Ye Qinglin was desperate.

(End of chapter)

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