Xu Yuerong’s funeral was very beautiful.

Perhaps it is because Shi Sangluo's cousin has a very good reputation in the ten thousand stars, and there are many people coming to pay their respects today.

The cousin and aunt were busy all over the place. Xu Zheng was so happy that he didn't have to study, he worked very actively, and received a lot of praise.

The funeral in the countryside was not so solemn and solemn, but it seemed a bit messy and lively. But everyone had a tacit understanding and did not bother the young girl in front of the spiritual tablet, leaving her a quiet place.

Fu Chengyuan stood in the crowd from afar, looking at her from afar.

She didn't actually cry. In fact, she rarely saw her crying over the years she knew her.

But he knew that she was very sad.

These days, he has known her better than before. Shi Sangluo is just a dull personality. He likes to bury everything in his heart. He rarely sees joy and anger from her face.

But this time it was different. Although she didn't cry, her face was pale and her expression was a little dazed. She responded several times by the people who had paid condolences to talk to her, but her reaction was slower by several shots.

"...Is this Lao Xu's niece? I haven't seen it much."

"I heard that I work in H City, and I am quite promising."

"Are you married?"

"Oh, I didn't ask this."

"Is this a question? If I get married and my mother-in-law dies, why would my son-in-law not come? She is the only one in the mourning hall now, and I guess she is not married yet."

"It's normal. I heard that Mr. Xu has been ill for several years and young people are busy with work, so I guess they have been delayed."

"...This girl looks so beautiful..."

"Why, do you still want to introduce your nephew? He is married again, and the girl doesn't like it."

"That's not necessarily true. My nephew is handsome and has a good job, and he also works in H City. I heard it is a big company!"

In places with a lot of people, there will always be no less discussion.

Fu Chengyuan heard it from the side and felt a little disgusted.

Shi Sangluo's ex-husband is herself. Even if she wants to remarry in the future, her vision cannot be so bad.

An ordinary office worker probably has bad family conditions, and even Yewo is not as good as that.

Fu Chengyuan didn't understand the following process very well.

Until Shi Sangluo held his mother's spiritual position in his hand and slowly walked out of the mourning hall.

The crowd followed her out of the door, and the sound of blowing and beating sounded.

Fu Chengyuan also followed the crowd gradually, but he was a little confused. Didn’t he say that someone wanted to hold a photo? Why didn’t he see anyone?

Bang!

There was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground outside the door.

The crowd was crowded, but fortunately he was tall enough to see what was happening outside - the mud pot that burned paper money was thrown heavily to the ground, which should be the custom here, and Shi Sangluo had one more person around him at some point.

He looks similar to Shi Sangluo. He is wearing a white sportswear, very thin, with glasses, looks like a student, and has a bookish look.

He held the enlarged photo of Xu Yuerong in both hands, and stood in the back of Shi Sangluo, with a solemn expression.

...He should be the person named Gu that Xu Zheng mentioned, and Fu Chengyuan couldn't help but give him a few more glances.

Some villagers heard the noise and went out to pay their respects. Shi Sangluo and the man bowed slightly and returned the greeting.

The team circled the village and didn't take much time.

Finally, Sang Luo sent the spirit seat back to the mourning hall set up by his cousin's house, and Xu Yuerong's photos were also placed next to the spirit seat.

Xu Zheng ran towards the kitchen, and Fu Chengyuan grabbed him with sharp eyes.

"Uncle Fu?"

“Is there any process next?”

Xu Zheng shook his head: "My father said that the ashes of cousin's grandmother have been buried in H City, and we are with my cousin's father. We are just doing a formality here, and now we are just for the guests to have dinner."

Fu Chengyuan nodded: "I understand, go."

Xu Zheng said: "Uncle Fu, why don't you go back to your room? I'll bring you the food later."

"No, I have no appetite."

"Then..." Xu Zheng was a little embarrassed: "If you don't eat, how much will the food cost be refunded?"

Fu Chengyuan smiled and rubbed his head: "No need to retreat, you go and do your business, I'll go see your cousin."

"Oh, my cousin is resting inside."

Fu Chengyuan watched Xu Zheng run to the kitchen and soon ran out with the dishes. The guests also sat down one by one. Xu Zheng placed the dishes on the table and then turned back to the kitchen.

He withdrew his gaze and entered the house.

The mourning hall is located in the main house. As soon as he enters the door, he can smell a very strong smell of incense and candles.

Shi Sangluo sat aside, and the man stood in front of her. The two of them were talking about. Shi Sangluo's eyes were a little red, and he must have cried.
Chapter completed!