According to the policy of Renxia Funeral Home, the deceased must be cremated first and then enshrined in the mourning hall.
While Mingxi was waiting, she reluctantly looked at her grandmother's face over and over again, as if she wanted to carve it into her heart.
When the body was pushed in for burning, the iron door was closed in front of Ming Xi.
She later realized that she would never see her grandmother again this time.
There is no one who loves her the most in this world.
Feeling sad, she knocked on the iron door and shouted with a choked voice, "Grandma, please remember to avoid the fire, avoid the fire, Grandma..."
But the only answer she received was the heavy echo of the iron door.
It took nearly an hour before the iron door opened.
The boiler burner packed up grandma's ashes, and Mingxi carried the urn to the mourning hall.
The mourning hall had already been decorated. Mingxi placed the urn on the altar table, then knelt down holding her grandmother's portrait.
She knelt straight and motionless.
In the meantime, Aunt Zhang persuaded her to eat some food, but she couldn't eat anything except drinking some water.
Aunt Zhang felt sorry for her and found a soft futon for her to kneel on.
As evening approached, the first person to worship came to the mourning hall.
It was Wen Qi who came here after a long journey. When she got the news, she still couldn't believe it.
Until now, seeing Mingxi wearing black mourning clothes and wearing a mourning gauze on her arm, I didn't believe it was true.
In just two days, Mingxi lost a lot of weight and his chin became pointed.
After Wenqi paid her respects, she was full of things to say, but she didn't know which words to say.
Finally, she said with great difficulty, "Good boy, I'm sorry."
I'd like to say sorry for her son who can't carry it clearly. I didn't stay with Xiaoxi at such an important moment. Will there be another chance in the future?
Fortunately, Mingxi didn't reject Wenqi very much. Although she didn't say anything, she still acquiesced in Wenqi's stay.
It wasn't until the afternoon of the next day that we received two uninvited guests.
Wen Meijuan brought Song Xin to pay homage.
Song Xin only learned about the death of Grandma Mingxi yesterday, and she was so frightened that her legs became weak.
But she was not scared because her actions killed someone.
It's because Fu Huaishen said someone else would take care of her. Now that the little bitch's grandmother is dead, it's unclear whether brother Si Yan will skin her.
She had been extremely resistant to going abroad, but now she wished she could fly out immediately.
She told Wen Meijuan about the matter, and Wen Meijuan was also panicked. She didn't expect that Song Xin could get into such a big trouble.
Hiding abroad is not an option. If Fu Siyan really wants to deal with them, he can find them even by digging a hole in the ground.
After thinking about it, she decided to take Song Xin for a formality and then ask Mrs. Wen to come out and ask for a favor.
Why did the Wen family and the Fu family have broken bones and still connected the tendons? This matter can naturally be covered up.
What's more, the person died of illness, not her daughter.
The two of them made plans and showed up at the mourning hall in the afternoon.
Wen Meijuan first approached Wen Qitao, "Sister."
Wen Qi frowned, "Why are you here?"
Wen Meijuan smiled, but felt it was inappropriate, so she lowered her lips and said, "I'll bring Xin'er to pay homage."
Wen Qi was suspicious in her heart. She didn't know that the hospital incident was related to Song Xin.
Ming Xi was just kneeling calmly, but after seeing these two people, she said hoarsely: "Get out!"
Don't come and pollute grandma's last pure land.
Song Xin couldn't help it. She had even condescended to pay homage to this dead old woman. The little bitch actually did this to her, but there was nothing she could do to make her right.
She pinched her voice and pretended to be sad: "Mingxi, I came here as soon as I heard about your grandmother's death. It was all a misunderstanding that day. How could I have known that those women were crazy."
Wen Meijuan also echoed: "That's right, I scolded Xin'er as soon as she told me about it. She likes to get involved in everything. In fact, it has nothing to do with her at all."
With that said, she took out a thick envelope from her bag and handed it to Mingxi.
"This is the bailout money prepared by Auntie. You accept it. This matter was caused by Xin'er's quick talk. I asked her to kowtow to your grandma as an apology."
Mingxi threw the envelope directly on Wen Meijuan's face and yelled, "I told you to get out! Didn't you hear me clearly? Get out of here!"
Pink banknotes were flying and falling, and the sharp edges almost cut the Wen family's mother and daughter's cheeks. Just like those 'so-called' nude photos of her that day, it showed how sinister the human heart is.
There is no need to take responsibility for verbal violence. A false apology can easily expose it.
And these instigators can still pretend that nothing happened and continue to live.
Why!
Song Xin was so frightened that she screamed and almost lost her composure. She soon came to her senses and cursed.
"Don't be so shameless. The old woman died because of her poor health. What do you want me to do? Besides, she is over eighty and can't die? She lies in the hospital every day and burns money. Do you, a poor man, have the money to treat her?
?After all, I still helped you, if you don’t appreciate me..."
"Shut up!" Wen Qi said and was about to slap Song Xin's mouth, but Mingxi was one step ahead of her, suddenly rushed over and strangled Song Xin's neck.
She was like an enraged little animal, her slender fingers were so tight that they turned white, the veins on the back of her hands popped out, and the heartache, anger and hatred that had been suppressed in her heart poured out violently.
Why, why should she accept such a fate!
Her grandmother was honest and diligent throughout her life. She lost her husband in her youth and her son in her middle age. However, her grandmother never complained about the unfair fate. She still yearned for and loved life and tried her best to raise her.
Even at the last moment when he was about to leave, he didn't blame anyone. Instead, he worried about her, said he believed her, and said he was sorry...
Why would such a loving person, such a kind person, have to suffer such a bad fate and have to watch his granddaughter being slandered and insulted even at the last moment?
Why, why!
God, why are you so unfair!
Why can the instigator be free and act as if nothing happened? Why, as an unjust victim, does she have to fall into the hell of self-blame?
Ming Xi used a lot of strength on her hands, and her voice was as hoarse as an old tree with withered vines. She laughed and cried: "What qualifications do you have to say this? What qualifications do you, a murderer, have to say such things!"
Under the palm of her hand, Song Xin's face turned from white to purple, her eyes were bulging, and she watched from struggling violently to lowering her hands and becoming motionless.
Wen Meijuan cried and howled, grabbing Mingxi's hand and shouting: "Killing! Killing!"
But now, Ming Xi's hand seemed to be embedded in Song Xin's neck, and she couldn't pull it away no matter what.
Wen Meijuan's face was so frightened that she fell to the ground and cried loudly, breaking down and screaming.