Chapter 93: Funerals and Weddings 3

Jiang and his entourage stood for a while, sighed secretly, and slowly closed the door and went out.

Qiao Dalin's funeral was held very low-key.

The Jiang family acted according to his will, and in addition to Qiao Mai, the Jiang family and a few old friends of Qiao Dalin were the only ones who came to the funeral. On that day, the sun was very sunny, and the table of Qiao wheat was very calm.

She didn't even shed a single tear. Just silently holding the spiritual seat of his father, and then, do what he should do, the steps are rigorous, and the etiquette is thorough.

After the funeral, the crowd dispersed one after another. Only the Jiang family's father and son, mother and son stood in front of her to explain some matters. Old Mr. Jiang kept sighing, his expression was very solemn, and Mrs. Jiang coughed awkwardly from time to time, not looking at Qiao Mai much. Only Jiang and his party, he went in and out, greeting relatives and friends, completely in the posture of the son-in-law of the Qiao family, and he was not rude at all.

As soon as he was done, he was also exhausted, and when he saw Qiao Wheat next to him, his heart was infinitely sour. In just a few days, she was very haggard, and her whole person quickly shrunk and became one size smaller. The woman who used to be so gentle and lively was like losing her soul and being as pale as a ghost.

He comforted her in a low voice: "Wheat, you mourn ......"

She didn't seem to hear it, just stared at her father's tombstone, and said to herself: "Yi Xiangxi! Dad, I know it was Yi Xiangxi who killed you!"

Her voice was very small, but Jiang and his entourage could hear it clearly, he was shocked in his heart, and immediately said: "Yi Xiangxi, this guy is too deceitful, if it weren't for him, Uncle Qiao wouldn't have died, wheat, I will help you avenge ......"

"One line!"

Mr. Jiang's voice was very stern, "You are not allowed to say anything more about this!"

"Dad...... Wheat is innocent...... Why did he treat wheat like that?"

"Shut up!"

"Dad......"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mrs. Jiang hurriedly pulled her son.

Mr. Jiang said sharply: "What do you know? You don't understand what happened back then......

Qiao Mai slowly spoke: "Uncle, was my father really heinous back then?"

It was Qiao Mai who spoke, and Mr. Jiang's face became very ugly, and he was so hesitant that he didn't know how to answer. Qiao Mai looked indifferently at the extremely embarrassed expression on his face, and said lightly, "What my dad said in the letter is true? Did he really inform, expose, and kill him and his wife in order to covet that person's box of gold bars?"

"Ahem...... cough cough cough ......"

Mr. Jiang coughed, as if he was very uncomfortable.

"At that time...... Wheat, you won't understand...... People are whole, people are harmful...... Everyone is crazy, the father can denounce the son, the son can kick the father's ribs, what husband and wife turn against each other, and expose the siblings...... At that time, everyone was like that! The three of us were friends...... Back then, everyone returned to the city, only your father, me, and Lao Liang stayed, because they offended the real power figures, so they stayed year after year, and they all entered the eighties, and they still stayed in that remote village, and they were about to become authentic farmers, and there was no longer a day to come out. The people who used to go down together have already gone into business, gone to university, entered politics, and got ahead...... We all tried our best to go back, but we offended the person in power at the time, who deliberately embarrassed us and refused to let us go...... I can't say who is to blame for this......"