329: C329 Carry out a Funeral

C329 Carry out a Funeral

It was unbelievable. Su Cuiyun was Su Dashan's biological daughter. Was she not sad at all?

The car stopped on a grassy road with lots of weeds and rocks in front. The driver didn't dare to drive the car over, and Mu Anren also said that there was no way out. The rest of the road still needed to be walked on.

She stepped on the edge of the field. Fortunately, she was wearing flat canvas shoes today, so she walked quite smoothly. Su Cuiyun, on the other hand, was not doing so well. She was wearing a pair of steel-heeled shoes, and her white mink coat was stained with a lot of barbs. If it wasn't for Mu Anren supporting her, she would have fallen into the fields.

After going up a few steep slopes, Mu Qingqing looked at the mud houses high up in the sky and felt a sense of familiarity. The wild grass of spring was about to drown her, and at the same time, it was also covering the entire Su Family. The entire house was buried under the wild grass. Fortunately, there was a path that had been cut through the grass in front of them, allowing them to walk through. She was certain that this was Su Dashan's home, her grandfather's home.

"Qing Qing, this is my grandfather's house." Mu Anren knew that she came here when she was young, but she definitely didn't remember anything at that time, so he reminded her.

"I know." Mu Qingqing walked on with her head lowered, feeling an unprecedented heaviness in her heart.

Su Family and Mu Family's families were completely different, the difference between the rich and the poor could be seen with a single glance. In Su Family house, the price after being sold was not even one in ten thousand.

However, Su Cuiyun had married Mu Anren. She turned around and glanced at Mu Anren. Was it really because of love that she married Su Cuiyun?

Walking into the Su Family area, there was a white-haired woman sitting at the door. Her head was wrapped in a white, filial scarf, and she was sitting alone on a bench in front of the door, crying, feeling extremely heartbroken.

Seeing a few people walk over, Han Yuezhen slowly raised her head and looked at them.

"Mom." Su Cuiyun called out to her, kicking off the mud on her shoes at the edge of the concrete steps. She turned around and glanced at Mu Anren awkwardly, as if she was worried about something.

"Yu is back." With a sad face, Han Yuezhen got up and walked in Su Cuiyun's direction.

"Mom, what are you talking about? I'm Cuiyun. You're too old and too muddleheaded." Su Cuiyun explained.

Han Yuezhen rubbed her blurry eyes and wanted to step forward to grab Su Cuiyun's hand, but she avoided it.

"Aren't we back? If there's anything, we can do it." Su Cuiyun purposefully avoided the attack, causing Han Yuezhen to feel slightly disappointed.

Mu Qingqing walked up and held Han Yuezhen's hand without any hesitation. "Grandmother, I'm Qing Qing."

"Qing Qing has already grown so much …" Han Yuezhen was slightly stunned.

"Everything is fine, why would something happen to dad?" Su Cuiyun didn't bother to look at Mu Qingqing and Han Yuezhen as she went straight to the main topic at hand. She was not used to staying in this countryside any longer, or rather, she did not like it here, did not like the house.

"Your dad slipped and fell off the cliff in order to pick her favorite raspberry as a tribute for her. There was a lot of blood on the back of his head. He was dying when I went down to find him." As Han Yuezhen cried, her eyes were filled with sorrow.

Su Cuiyun's expression was unnatural for a moment. However, it was only for a moment, and she quickly returned to normal.

"Where's the filial gift? "Put it on for me." Su Cuiyun said shyly.

Han Yuezhen's small body turned around and led them to a small door at the side. When she reached the door, she stopped walking and said to Su Cuiyun and the rest, "Qing Qing, don't come in. The child is still young."

"Yes." Mu Qingqing obeyed and stood outside the door, waiting.

The main hall was an empty house, the contents of which had been moved to another house. In the middle was a straw mat covered with a white cloth. Mu Qingqing didn't dare to look at it, as she was well aware that it was Su Dashan's corpse.

Thinking back to her previous life, she wasn't sure about Su Dashan's death, because the two families had very little contact with each other, to the point that they didn't even make a phone call once a year. Perhaps he did, but he might not have informed her.

But in this life, Mu Anren was the one who informed her. She didn't know the reason either.

It was very quiet here. The birds were chirping, the mountains were green and the rivers were flowing. There weren't even any people coming to pay their respects with Su Family. Terrible silence.

Mu Qingqing felt a little creepy, but she couldn't help but use her own perspective to look at Su Dashan's body. Su Dashan had a serene expression on his face, just like his usual benevolence. Han Yuezhen had washed his face, but there was no trace of blood on it. Seeing this scene, Mu Qingqing bit her lips to prevent herself from crying. She wasn't the type of person who loved to cry.

In the room, after Su Cuiyun and Mu Anren were dressed in snow-white mourning garments, Han Yuezhen pulled Su Cuiyun's hand with tears in her eyes, as if she had been enduring for a long time before she finally opened her mouth. She said, "Yu, your sister is gone. The old man is also gone. Mom only has a daughter like you."

Su Cuiyun looked at her in panic and explained, "Mom, what are you talking about? I'm Cuiyun, the one who died was Jadeite. You're confused. "

"Both of you are mother's treasures. You look like you're eating snacks and wearing the same clothes everywhere you go. The people outside all know that you are sisters and no one can tell you apart." Mom is different from the people outside. I can clearly distinguish big sister from little sister. " What she had not said before was now being said to Su Cuiyun.

"It's been so many years and your dad is gone too. Yu, you should just use your own name." Han Yuezhen held Su Cuiyun's hand, speaking from the bottom of her heart.

Su Cuiyun took her hand away and said impatiently, "Don't say any more, let's talk about it after you take care of father's affairs."

Han Yuezhen looked at her, momentarily at a loss for words.

"The Emperor loves his eldest son, and the people love him. "Yu, you are our child after all. Mom doesn't want you to be unhappy." Han Yuezhen said dejectedly.

"I won't argue with you. I know that now that Dad is gone, you are sad and confused. "Like I said, I'm Su Cuiyun, not Su Cuiyu. Do you believe me or not?" Su Cuiyun looked at her with a patient expression.

"Mom, don't be too sad. We will take care of father's aftermath." Mu Anren saw that Su Cuiyun was in a bad mood and comforted Han Yuezhen.

Han Yuezhen's lips moved, but seeing that Su Cuiyun wasn't happy, she could only say one sentence, "The old man has left. This old woman is really annoying."

"What are you talking about?" Su Cuiyun looked at her angrily.

"Mom, you guys chat, I'll go and see what I have to prepare." Mu Anren was a man who could still breathe while standing in the room, so naturally, he had to do everything.

Su Dashan had left. There were no coffins in the house, and Han Yuezhen had been sitting by the door crying the last few days. No one came to offer their condolences.

Mu Anren walked outside and found that both Mu Qingqing and the driver had disappeared, so he walked towards the car.

The car was still parked on the spot, and it was starting up. Mu Anren quickly walked towards the car. He knew that there couldn't be a funeral home in the mountains, and he still had to run the funeral home in the town.

"Qingqing, why did you go back to the car?" When Mu Anren saw Mu Qingqing sitting inside, he was initially a bit worried, but now he was relieved.

"Dad is going to prepare the funeral supplies, right? I wanted to go with the driver, but I didn't have any money on me, so I had to wait for Dad in the car. " Mu Qingqing said honestly.

Mu Anren opened the passenger door and got in, "Don't be afraid, your grandfather brought you out before, he's a kind person."

"Dad, Grandfather has left. Can you bring Grandma over to our side? She'll be very lonely living here alone. " Mu Qingqing thought over many things, including Han Yuezhen.

"These are the matters of the adults. We will discuss them when we finish dealing with your grandfather's affairs." Mu Anren had his own plans.

Mu Qingqing glanced at him in the rearview mirror and stopped talking.

After finding a dragon in the town, Mu Anren and his boss talked about what they wanted to buy, while Mu Qingqing just sat in the car in a daze.

Picking out tombstones and purchasing coffins seemed to be something far away from her, but all of a sudden, she became extremely close. She realized that some people were slowly leaving her.

The heavens had given her the chance to be reborn, was it to let her come here and experience the pain of separation? Mu Qingqing thought in confusion.

The spirit hall for Su Family had been set up, Su Shan's corpse had also been properly placed into the coffin, and the mournful sounds made people feel sad.

Han Yuezhen knelt on the prayer mat and burned the paper for him, her eyes filled with a deathly stillness.

"Qingqing, your mother's leg is not good. She was injured a while ago, help her to kneel." Su Cuiyun passed a stack of paper money to Mu Qingqing and said in a soft tone.

Mu Qingqing stared at her for two seconds before turning her head to Su Dashan's coffin and said, "Grandfather's spirit in heaven will protect your leg."

Su Cuiyun's face went ghastly pale, and she kneeled down with a plop. With one hand, he threw the stack of paper money into a nearby burning stove.

Mu Qingqing knelt beside her. It wasn't that she didn't want to help Su Cuiyun, but she couldn't stand Su Cuiyun's filial piety and didn't even want to do anything to Su Dashan.

"Grandfather, have a safe trip." Mu Qingqing spoke sadly with her red lips slightly parted.

A few people came one after another from behind. It was Mu Anren who contacted them, the relatives of Su Family and Han Family. When they heard that Su Dashan had passed away, they felt extremely regretful.

Su Dashan had always lived on the mountainside. Since ten years ago, he no longer visited his home, and if there was anything that needed his attention, no one would be willing to call them from the mountainside. After so many years, no one had been able to contact him, and no one knew when Su Dashan passed away. However, Su Dashan was a good person in the past and was very upright. The people in the village didn't have any bad opinions of him and were all willing to send him off on his final journey.0

Mu Anren arranged for the funeral, and said that they don't need to send money, they just need to send Su Dashan off. Many people had already sent wreaths to fill the mourning hall for Su Dashan.

After kneeling for a while, Su Cuiyun couldn't hold on any longer. The pair of leather shoes under her feet made her feel even worse, so she got up and walked to a room to the side and sat on Han Yuezhen's bed.

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