It was past four o'clock in the morning that Xue Ling went downstairs to rest.

But she didn't sleep for long and got up at around eight o'clock.

Cheng Huanchong brought breakfast and asked with great distress: "Mom, can you bear it? I rushed to the plane for several hours last night and didn't sleep much."

Xue Ling shook her head: "No, it's enough to sleep for three or four hours. People of our age can't sleep if they have something to do, just be able to take a sniff. By the way, has your dad eaten?"

Cheng Huanchong replied: "I drank a small bowl of pork porridge, not much."

"Yeah." Xue Ling said softly: "Today you stay and take care of your father, I'll go and discuss the funeral with Uncle Heng."

Cheng Huanchong couldn't help but remind: "Uncle Heng was in the sanatorium, and Xiao Han ran over in the middle of the night last night."

"Last night?" Xue Ling frowned and asked, "What the psychologist said? Is there anyone with her?"

Cheng Huanchong nodded: "There are people accompanying you for twenty-four hours, and add a psychiatrist. The doctor said that her mood had stabilized a little. Last night, she kept saying that she wanted to see Uncle Heng, so she and the bodyguard sent her over."

"Yes." Xue Ling asked: "Did you arrange the bodyguard? Are you acquaintances?"

Cheng Huanchong replied: "It's our bodyguard. Brother A Chao is responsible for arranging the shift. There are two psychologists, both of whom were responsible for Xiaohan before. It would be difficult for them to have too much work. A Qing has asked someone to find one more and try to take care of Xiaohan at that time until she recovers."

Xue Ling sighed softly: "It happened to be a little bit, but who knew that he would encounter this incident..."

Although Xiaohan, a child, has no worries about food and clothing, and has grown up with endless love and love, her life path is winding and not very smooth.

Cheng Huanchong comforted: "Nine out of ten people are unsatisfied in life. Who can do so smoothly and painlessly in her life? She is still young, and as long as she has the right guidance and assistance, she will be able to recover soon."

"Hope." Xue Ling reminded: "You and Aqing were following up in this regard, so I'd better leave it to you. Your grandparents are not in the imperial capital, so I have to take care of them and I can't stay here for a long time. Your elder brother will go to Wenguo to take care of your sister-in-law next, and you have to help share some things."

"No problem." Cheng Huanchong agreed readily: "I am only missing from the graduation thesis to be done, and nothing else is wrong. The progress of my thesis is the fastest among my classmates, and I have plenty of time."

Xue Ling nodded with relief: "Thank you for your hard work."

"No, no, no, no," Cheng Huanchong said: "When I have time, I will help take care of my grandparents and the others."

Xue Ling asked again: "Where is Aqing?"

"He's busy," Cheng Huanchong explained: "I'll go out early in the morning and I'll come here in the evening."

As long as he is in the imperial capital, Lin Qingzhi rarely goes on business trips. He usually goes out early and returns late, focusing on him. He sleeps in Xinyuan and he also returns to Xinyuan. He has been staying in the hospital these two days.

"Dad is recuperating here, so we can stay here for the time being, so it is convenient to take care of dad."

Xue Ling has always paid attention to the children and will not interfere or interfere too much.

"Okay, this arrangement is good."

Cheng Huanchong couldn't help asking: "Mom, what should I do if my aunt's funeral is...?"

Xue Ling sighed and explained: "Your father means to bury her in a cemetery on the imperial capital. The old rule in the village is that a married daughter is not allowed to go back to her parents' home to be buried, nor can she hold a funeral at her home. Fortunately, she is in the imperial capital, so there is no need to be such a taboo. But now he is sick, and the epidemic control cannot be gathered, so he cannot hold a funeral at all. So I plan to discuss with Aheng that after cremation, my family will give a simple sacrifice to her, and then send her to the cemetery for funeral."

"Then... can my aunt be written into the Xue family's ancestral hall?" Cheng Huanchong lowered his voice: "Yesterday I heard Xiaohan and Uncle Heng crying... saying that he would write his aunt into the Xue family's ancestral hall and family genealogy."

Xue Ling frowned and asked, "What she said? Where did she hear this?"

Seeing his old mother's attitude, Cheng Huanchong hesitated: "Mom, can't you?"

"There is no such precedent." Xue Ling shook his head.

Cheng Huanchong turned his eyes and whispered: "There is no precedent, there must be the first person to eat crabs."

Xue Ling was amused and laughed and explained: "You don't understand what's going on at all, so what's better to talk nonsense. In the past, there were few tribes, but those who could enter the genealogy were from Jinshi, and those who were officials. Later, there were more tribes, and the side branches basically failed to enter the genealogy, unless they were some big figures who made great contributions or were very famous. Among your grandfather's generation, only the third uncle could enter the genealogy. That was because he was respectful and protected the Xue family's ancestral hall and the last little old house by himself, which was the predecessor of Xinyuan. I was married, but I couldn't enter. Acon cousin also married, and he couldn't write it into the genealogy. Later, only Ahuan in our generation entered the genealogy, and no one else."

Cheng Huanchong was very surprised to hear it: "Not everyone can enter?"

"Of course not." Xue Ling shook his head: "It has always been a patriarch or a respected person to enter the genealogy. Otherwise, there are so many relatives in the clan, so how can I write it!"

Cheng Huanchong thought for a while and asked in a question: "Where is the second brother and the fourth brother? Didn't my grandfather say that they wrote that...that...what?"

"That's not a family tree." Xue Ling replied: "It's a family list. As long as the children named "Xue" can be written in, including Xiaoshuang and Xiaozhu, they have already written in. The list only records how many grandchildren there are in the future. Those who are far away will not be written, and they are uneven."

Cheng Huanchong finally understood and nodded slightly.

"So that's it. Mom, then you all remember it on the family list, right? Where is the other half?"

"No." Xue Ling said the truth: "The list is just to make records. You can occasionally check some new members of the family. The other half will not record it, they are all descendants of the Xue family. If the second and fourth brothers do not have the surname "Xue", at most they will not need to fill in the article in my generation."

"Oh." Cheng Huanchong frowned slightly and whispered: "Then...that Xiao Han probably has a wrong understanding."

Xue Ling shook her head: "Don't worry, Uncle Heng will tell her. This child doesn't know where he heard of the messy concepts and what era he has, and he still does what he does in illusory names. He is buried early and is the most important thing to be able to pay homage to the nearby frequently."

Everyone is dead, what do you want to do with the so-called "false reputation"?

Not to mention that even Xue Heng cannot enter the genealogy, even if his name can be included, his other half cannot enter. Besides, Xue Heng has divorced Cheng Tianfang long ago, so it is even more impossible.

"I don't know either." Cheng Huanchong guessed: "It should be heard from reading books or watching TV series. She kept begging Uncle Heng, because we were afraid of being affected by the fish in Chi Yu, so we didn't dare to go forward and persuade him."

Xue Ling stopped and said, "You don't have to worry about her. If she has any questions, just ask her to come to me. I will explain it to her in detail."
Chapter completed!