After a long time, when she recalled that day, she had forgotten how she had run out of Qingxin Garden, and how she had appeared in the Yan family with red and swollen eyes.

She only remembered that when she arrived at Yan's house, the big white flowers hanging all over the mansion still stinged her eyes after all.

The cold wind suddenly rose, and the white ribbons all over the courtyard swayed with the wind, lonely and lonely, adding sadness.

She stared blankly at everything, her legs trembling slightly.

The person behind her hurriedly came over to help her, "Old lady, be careful. ”

She didn't have time to care, so she quickened her pace and trot all the way down the hall.

The mourning hall has already been set up.

In the center, there is a coffin made of sandalwood, and a black tablet in front of the coffin is engraved with several big characters of Yan Youcheng's spiritual position.

Unprovoked, like a boulder, pressed on the heart, people who hold it even find it difficult to breathe.

Long Qing, who was dressed in a winter cheongsam with a white background and blue edges, walked over tremblingly, his eyes were already full of tears, and he looked directly at the spiritual position, and he was distracted for a long time......

She didn't expect this day to come so quickly, nor did she expect this day to come so suddenly.

This bad old man, this bastard man who has lost her, actually ...... will die in front of her.

Without warning, without preparation, he went like this......

Yan Qing wore linen and filial piety, knelt in front of Yan Youcheng's spiritual seat, burned paper money, and looked at incense.

Seeing Long Qingxin at this time, he didn't say anything, there was no resentment in his eyes, he just sat quietly on the side, guarding his father's spirit.

He ...... How did he die? Long Qingxin's voice trembled, and he finally asked.

Yan Qing's throat tightened, and he suddenly felt speechless.

The way my father died, he ...... I really can't say it......

Yan Qing refused to speak, just silently shed tears.

Long Qingxin looked back at him like this, and he already knew it in his heart.

was arrested by Lu Yiming and abused, how else could he die?

Only then did she realize that she was knowingly asking.

"Open the coffin." She said suddenly.

Yan Qing's figure froze, and he raised his eyes to look at Long Qingxin.

Zhai Qu next to him listened, and his face changed slightly, "Old lady, this ......"

Yan Youcheng is only lying in the coffin now, and he will not seal the coffin until the time of burial, but now he opens it...... Especially Long Qingxin is still Yan Youcheng's ex-wife.

According to local customs, Long Qingxin does not have this qualification to open the coffin.

But Long Qingxin looked firm, and he couldn't see the meaning of changing his mind at all.

Zhai Qu had no choice, and Yan Jun was not there at the moment, he could only look at Yan Qing and ask, "Second Master, this?" ”

"Let's go." Yan Qing was not as old-fashioned as he imagined, and he did not hesitate when he said lightly.

He knows that in his father's life, the person he loves the most should only be Long Qingxin, right?

It's the last time, he thought, his father should also want to see Long Qingxin.

Yan Qingdu spoke, and Zhai Qu could only do it.

Two servants were called and together they pushed the lid open.

Long Qingxin took a deep breath, clenched his fists tightly with both hands, and walked to the coffin with trembling legs.

At first, she was still looking straight ahead, not daring to lower her eyes to look.

What is she afraid of? Even she didn't know about it.

She was afraid that she would see Yan Youcheng, who was about to lose her acquaintance and was embarrassed.

She was afraid that she would be heartbroken, regretful, and sad......

After countless deep breaths, she mustered up the courage to look down at the person lying in the coffin.