It was raining, and the car was stuck in traffic for some distance off the path.

There are a lot of people here, all of them are guests who come to attend the funeral, they are plainly dressed, simple and clean, most of them are black as the main color, black pressed one, each holding a black umbrella, walking in the rain and mist.

Liang Manyin walked ahead, his black high heels were stained, and the black windbreaker wrapped the simple skirt inside, in such a sad and solemn atmosphere, everyone's faces were different.

The funeral was simple and hasty, after all, Tan Quejing's hometown was not here, and there was a black-and-white photograph hanging in the auditorium, and there was no trace of his existence other than that.

The priest took the cross, stood on the stage, closed his eyes and prayed, and the guests in the audience entered the table and were carried into a solemn atmosphere.

This is the last day of the funeral, and Tan Ji has chartered a special plane to transport his ashes back to Tan Father and Tan Mother, and he stays in China to preside over the funeral, including fulfilling Tan Quejing's final wishes.

Before he died, he only had one unfulfilled wish, and Tan Yi took over to protect Chu Ying for him.

All the things at the funeral were taken care of, and he handled it in an orderly manner, not slumped because of the death of Talking about Quejing, on the contrary, he was very calm and calm, and he treated people and things, he was much more mature, and there were more shadows of Talking about Bird's Heights.

He stood in the aisle, shook hands with the guests, smiled wryly, and accepted their comfort.

Liang Manyin's voice in high heels was very crisp when he came, and the grief on his face was not fake, no matter what, this person used to be her husband, and he was a very good person to talk about Quejing, for the sake of a little husband and wife friendship in the past, he did not blame Liang Manjun in Chu Ying's matter, but took all the blame himself.

Even if it's so little good, it's worth her trip.

Tan Jian shook hands with her and smiled: "Take a seat." ”

Liang Manyin nodded and walked over, and the people behind her followed, Song Yong and Tan Jian had a fight in the past, and they were peers, but a death lay in the middle, making them invariably more harmonious.

Song Ji bowed his head, his face was very light, not as sad as Liang Manyin, but also sad.

He sat next to Liang Manyin, caught in the crowd of black pressure, the atmosphere here was oppressive, the air was cold, accompanied by gusts of rain, like a boulder, pressing on everyone's hearts.

The huge black-and-white photograph in front of him looked like a dark cloud, and even though the people in the photo were smiling, the smile seemed to remind them that he had died.

After all the guests were seated, the priest read the eulogy softly, and everyone closed their eyes in mourning, and in just three minutes of silence, the life of Tan Que Jing came to an end.

In the first row, all the people sitting in Tan Que Jing were close to Tan Quejing, and Tan Xuan was also there, the woman next to him pulled up her long hair, her sideburns were scattered with broken hair, her back looked slender and feminine, and she didn't wear anything on her earlobes, very plain.

Song Yong opened his eyes and recognized Chu Ying.

She didn't cry, she didn't get up when she left, she still sat silently.

After that, there was a dinner, and the conversation arranged for the guests to go over in batches, and then walked to Chu Ying's side, bent over and put his ear close to his ear, I don't know what to ask, Chu Ying half raised his face, smiled and nodded.

Walking in the crowd, Song Yong's afterglow fell back on Chu Ying's side face, and without waiting to look at it, his arm was suddenly dragged by Liang Kaiyan and poured out of the auditorium.

The place to eat is very simple, and most of the food used is simple, which is custom.

Liang Manyin took Song Yong and Liang Kaiyan to sit down, "It's time to leave after a simple meal, it's inconvenient for us to stay longer." ”

"Originally, I couldn't say it, but my cousin had to come." Liang Kaiyan had only seen Tan Que Jing at Liang Manyin's wedding, and the personable and gentle little brother-in-law died young, no matter how you think about it, it is regrettable.

"Xiao Yan, don't talk nonsense." Liang Manyin is an elder here, and he should teach them well, "What kind of occasion is this, it's not for you to talk nonsense." ”

There were a lot of people coming in together, and the noise was like a wave, and waves poured in.

Song Yong chewed the food mechanically, Liang Kaiyan was in good spirits, not very sad, he picked up vegetables for Song Yong, went to his bowl to get food, drank water from his cup, sat very close to him the whole time, held his arm, and whispered in his ear.

In Liang Kaiyan's intimacy, Song Yong felt that a gaze fell on his face in the banquet, crossed the noisy crowd, sighed sadly, and suddenly saw Chu Ying.

She was wearing a long black dress, her face was pale and bloodless, the tip of her nose and eyelids were red, but her skin was unchanged and bright, but at this moment, there was more sadness.

The crowd around her and the chaos seemed to have nothing to do with her, she just sat there quietly, motionless, not crying, as if crying, the scene around her seemed to be blurred, and she was the most eye-catching woman in this scene.

The meaningful look was interrupted by Liang Kaiyan beside her, she pointed to the shrimp on the table and grabbed Song Yong's hand, "Cousin, peel it for me." ”

Song Yong's thoughts were distracted, and he looked at Chu Ying motionlessly, Liang Kaiyan looked over and glared at Chu Ying with a little hostility, in her impression, too many women had the idea of beating Song Yong.

Especially this kind of person who is good at pretending to be pitiful.

"What are you looking at?" Liang Kaiyan's tone was displeased, "Don't be seduced by that kind of fox spirit." ”

Her voice was a little low and she didn't let anyone else hear.

Song Yong took Liang Kaiyan's hand away, "I'll go to the bathroom." ”

Liang Kaiyan couldn't help muttering, "What's wrong with my cousin?" Looking so sad, does he have a good relationship with his sister-in-law? ”

Liang Manyin glanced at her, "Don't talk too much." ”

Washed his face with cold water and calmed down, his patience in Dublin for so long almost collapsed at that moment, Song Yong warned himself countless times to turn a blind eye to Chu Ying, a woman like her was not worth his affection.

And her tears of grief weren't because of him.

It's just talking about the scenery of the past.

What she loves the most, and what she can't let go of the most, is the dead person, who has nothing to do with him.

Holding the washstand to relieve his breath, standing outside the bathroom, the voice inside came with a little banter, "This short-lived person can know by looking at his face, talking about the scenery of the past few years, and the good luck has been left in those years, this person is gone, and the hard-working family business must be left to the younger brother who is not angry." ”

These words entered his ears, and the frost on Song Yong's face was thinly covered, and he listened to it forcibly.

"Who is the woman who has been with Tan Ji all these days?"

“…… I haven't seen it, maybe it's talking about the good relationship of Que Jing before her death, this kind of brother and brother-in-law, it's not nothing, look at the way she took good care of her, it's right. ”

The voices of those people gradually became obscene, as if in the village, Song Yong listened to those men talking about Chu Ying, and the topics on her were always dirty.

"When Tan Qijing was alive, that woman lived with them, who knows if it was a brother."

Water splashed on the back of his hand, Song Yong's eyes turned fierce red, and intense anger mixed with hot blood rushed to his brain, burning his reason.