As soon as Liang Shumin returned to the room, she found that Chen Jinsheng was awake too.

Seeing her come back, Chen Jinsheng frowned: "Where have you been so cold?"

Liang Shumin glanced outside the small window: "I just remembered to burn hot water to wash you, but I didn't expect to meet Fu Yan as soon as I left the room."

She said, sighing: "Fu Yan really feels sorry for Xiao Wu."

Chen Jinsheng hummed: "Don't I feel sorry for you?"

Liang Shumin smiled: "I'm so old, why are you still comparing with the younger generation?"

Chen Jinsheng said while wearing clothes: "He is not the only good man in the world."

Liang Shumin knew what Chen Jinsheng was thinking, and smiled helplessly: "I know, I know, you are also a good man."

Fu Yan guessed well. Although he left a lot of firewood under the stove before going to bed last night to warm the big pot of hot water, on such a cold day, the pot of hot water has been cold until now.

He burned the firewood again, and the firewood was strong, and within a few minutes the cold water was warmed up.

Fu Yan scooped water, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and placed the steamed bun I bought outside yesterday on another stove and steamed it in water.

After doing all this, he knocked on Liang Shumin and the others' door, reminding her that the water was hot and she could go to wash up.

Liang Shumin in the room responded, Fu Yan raised his legs and walked out of the yard, pushing open the door of the room.

Chen Chu was contacting the funeral service staff on the bed. When she saw Fu Yan coming back, she looked up at him: "I have been in the bed, are you good?"

Fu Yan raised his hand and wanted to touch her. Thinking that his hand was cold, he raised his hand and put it back, lowered his head and rubbed her cheek: "Be good."

"The stubble is getting longer and longer, Mr. Fu."

Chen Chu was a little bit thorned by the slag on his chin. He raised his hand and touched his chin. His fingertips were itchy. She took back her hand and covered him: "They are about 6:50."

The two of them had their hands that were ice and the other was fire. Fu Yan was afraid of being cold to her. As soon as Chen Chu's hand was over his hand, he pulled his hand away: "Leng."

Chen Chu reached out and pulled his hand directly into the quilt: "It's warm."

Fu Yan sat on the side of the bed and looked down at her. Peach blossom eyes were filled with a gentle and doting smile: "It's raining outside."

Chen Chu looked out the window, and she couldn't see anything when the window was closed.

Fu Yan's hand soon became warm. He pulled it out and took the clothes beside him: "Are you getting up?"

"good."

It's already six and twenty now, so it's time to get up.

After washing up, several people finished breakfast, and the funeral service staff also came.

Because it rained, the road on the mountain was a little muddy, which was not easy to walk on and was easy to slip.

It took nearly half an hour to lift the coffin up, and Chen Chu saw the grave behind the bamboo house for the first time.

The grave was clean and there were no weeds at all, and two osmanthus trees were planted behind the grave.

Chen Chu was stunned for a moment, "I didn't expect that Old Man Li is also a romantic person."

The funeral did not pay attention to any customs, and it was raining again, and Chen Chu did not make things difficult for anyone, so he buried Old Man Li soon.

Although the rain was not heavy, the inside of the mountain was a few degrees colder than outside. Chen Chu didn't stay long. He lit the candles and incense, picked up some dead grass and branches next to it, and went down the mountain.

When I returned to the bottom of the mountain, it was raining a little harder, and the shoes of the group were already covered in mud.

Chen Chu glanced at the wreath inside the hall and said, "Okay, it's over."
Chapter completed!