MTL - Transmigrated as a Rich and Vicious Widow-Chapter 12 funeral

That night, Changqing had insomnia, so she kept her eyes open until dawn.

Mother Zhang called him early in the morning, for fear that he would not come, "Mr. Lu will be sent to cremation at ten o'clock in the morning, can you come over? At least take a look at him. "

Chang Qing's throat became hoarse, he grabbed the water next to the cabinet and took a few sips, cleared his throat, and replied, "I'll be right back before Ma Zhang called him."

Mother Zhang was relieved when she heard that he said "come back", she said, "Where are you now? I asked Ah Jian to pick you up?"

A Jian is the new driver that Lu Xuan recruited.

Chang Qing didn't say anything, Zhang's mother had eaten more salt than he had eaten at this age, how could she not know what he was thinking, she immediately said: "I will let Ah Jian pick it up. You, you send me the location."

Chang Qing hesitated for a while, and sent the location to Zhang Ma.

Hang up the phone, wash and rinse often, take a shower, and ask the waiter to buy him a new set of clothes.

Reluctantly, he packed himself up, Chang Qing looked at himself in the mirror, and found that his face was still ugly, his eyes were red and swollen, and now he was blue and black, his skin was white, and he was so tired color, the whole person seems to be overshadowed.

I couldn't see anyone at all, so Chang Qing patted some cold water on his face, trying to make himself more energetic, but it didn't help much.

I don't know how long it took, that Ah Jian called him, Chang Qing answered the phone, and left the hotel with a paper bag containing old clothes.

A Jian received him, carefully glanced at his face, and said softly: "How is the temperature of this air conditioner? Will it be cold?"

Chang Qing didn't have much energy, so he just said "um".

A Jian couldn't figure out what he meant, and didn't dare to ask, he reached out and turned up the air conditioner in the car, "It's a little far, you can sleep, you'll be there when you wake up."

Chang Qing was really sleepy. After hearing Ah Jian's words, he didn't say anything and closed his eyes.

There was a fresh and light fragrance in the car, Chang Qing remembered that Lu Xuan also had it.

He is a serious man in every aspect. He only uses one perfume. Chang Qing doesn't know what it is, but the smell is delicate and light, as gentle as Lu Xuan. No matter how long you smell it, you won't get tired of it.

Chang Qing opened his eyes, moved his lips, and asked, "What fragrance is this?"

A Jian was stunned, "Huh? Fragrance?"

Chang Qing asked again, A Jian replied: "This is a car aromatherapy, I don't know what it smells, but it smells good, don't you like it? Don't you like me replacing it?"

Chang Qing said after a while, "No need to change."

A Jian glanced at him in the rearview mirror, wanted to say something, but didn't say it, he thought, his face is ugly enough, wouldn't there be any problem?

A Jian hasn't been here for a long time, and he doesn't have much affection for Lu Xuan. After the incident, he didn't have much reaction except feeling sorry, but he worked together in the Lu family. The people in his life are old people, so the sad atmosphere is very strong. After a long time, he also feels a little uncomfortable and becomes more and more sensitive. He is afraid that if he says more, others will wipe away tears.

It is better not to say anything than to comfort the condolences.

A Jian firmly believed in this, so he closed his mouth and said as little as he could.

He thought about it this way, and then looked back from the rearview mirror, and saw Chang Qing leaning in front of the window and closing his eyes, he couldn't help but drive the car slower, can you call him Get some sleep.

Changqing didn't fall asleep, where could he fall asleep? He sniffed and felt the long journey. He couldn't help but opened his eyes and asked, "Is it not there yet?"

A Jian heard his voice and said repeatedly: "It's almost there."

Chang Qing sat up straight, rubbed his face, but did not speak.

This time, A Jian increased his speed, and in less than ten minutes, he drove the car to the Lu family's old house.

Chang Qing returned to Lu's house after a few days, and suddenly felt strange.

Song Jian barely gave him time to breathe, and took him directly to the gate of the Lu family and stopped.

Mother Zhang was waiting in front of the door early and saw Song Jian's car coming, so she came to pick him up.

"Azheng has set up an ice coffin and won't let Mr. Lu be cremated for a long time. You should have come back and talk about him. It's so hot now, how can it be kept for a long time." Zhang Ma said with a sigh.

Chang Qing has been away from the Lu family for a week. During this week, Lu Zhen has not cremated Lu Xuan.

Chang Qing couldn't tell how he felt. Compared to him as an outsider, Lu Xuan's family was naturally the most painful for Lu Xuan's death. Can he really face them calmly?

Mother Zhang pulled him into the door and took him to Lu Xuan's room, "The ice coffin has been parked at home, and I have been persuading him to hurry up for burial. It has been stopped for a week, and it has begun to smell a little bit. Now, if this goes on, how can Mr. Lu be comfortable down there?"

Although Ma Zhang was complaining, her tone was full of grief and sorrow. Although birth, old age, illness and death were inevitable, for Ma Zhang's age, the most afraid of the white-haired people sending the black-haired people.

She shook her head and took Chang Qing to Lu Xuan's room, fearing that he would be uncomfortable alone, so she stayed to accompany him.

When they got to Lu Xuan's room, Zhang's mother closed her mouth, and their eyes fell on the ice coffin placed in the middle of the bedroom where the bed was supposed to be.

The upper part of the ice coffin was made of transparent glass, and the cold air formed a vague white layer on the surface of the glass, which made Lu Xuan's face a little unclear.

Lu Xuan put on a brand new suit at this time, lay upright in the ice coffin, with his hands folded on his abdomen, a ring on his finger was covered with a layer of frost, A dim light appeared between his fingers.

The bedroom was full of air-conditioning, Zhang Ma seemed to be ready, took out a thin quilt and put it on Chang Qing, "...Look at him...I'm going out." Zhang Ma Suppressing his voice, as if he was afraid of waking Lu Xuan up, after talking to Chang Qing, he gently turned the doorknob on the door and left.

In this big bedroom, only Chang Qing and Lu Xuan, who were already lying in the ice coffin, were left.

Chang Qing walked to the ice coffin and stood, his lips moved, and said softly: "...I'm sorry."

His self-righteousness, his inattentiveness, and his laxity all harmed Lu Xuan, and he really felt sorry for him.

However, even if these words were spoken, Lu Xuan could not hear them.

Chang Qing reached out and wiped the surface of the ice coffin, and saw Lu Xuan's face clearly.

At this time, Lu Xuan's eyes were closed, his cheeks were pale and bloodless, but he still maintained his youngest and handsome appearance.

Chang Qing didn't know how long he had been here. He had a lot of things to say to Lu Xuan, but he couldn't say a word. Thousands of words could only become meaningless. "sorry".

Lu Zhen broke into this bedroom at this time.

Chang Qing was startled, turned his head to look, and saw Lu Zhen's face.

When I scratched the skin, I didn't deal with it, and it was still bleeding.

Lu Zheng saw Chang Qing, lowered his eyes, and gently closed the door with his backhand.

Chang Qing didn't dare to look at him, and the fingers holding the ice coffin also stretched, showing a blue and white color.

Lu Zhen walked to his side, stared at Lu Xuan's face, and after a while, suddenly said, "If Zhang Mama doesn't ask you to come back, are you going to leave like this?"

Chang Qing lowered his head as if overwhelmed when he heard him speak, "No."

Lu Zheng listened, but did not speak.

After a while, he said again: "Ten o'clock, brother cremation, have you spoken to him?"

“…hmmm.”

Lu Zhen stretched out his finger and wiped the surface of the ice coffin, "...What did he say at the end?"

Chang Qing raised his face, his eyes met Lu Zheng's face, Lu Zheng looked at him, those scarlet eyes looked straight at him, and repeated the question: "He finally What did you say?"

Chang Qing looked away and lowered his gaze, "...he said, don't look at him, he doesn't hurt, he's fine."

Lu Zheng suddenly laughed, "He only said these words?"

To the point of death... so gentle, Lu Zhen's smile was also tingling, and it solidified after only a few laughs.

Chang Qing was silent, and the fingers holding the edge of the ice coffin became more and more tense.

The atmosphere became heavy again.

After a while, Lu Zheng said, "He is a good brother."

“…hmmm.”

"Also a good husband, right?"

Chang Qing lifted his eyelids, looked at Lu Zhen, and gave a heavy "um", "He's fine."

Lu Deng smiled, it was with a relieved and relaxed smile, he whispered: "He has been tired for half his life, it is time to rest."

At ten o'clock, the funeral home called by Lu Zheng picked up Lu Zheng's body and sent it to cremation, and Chang Qing also lived and returned to Lu's house.

Lu Shi and Lu Hua didn't want to see anyone, so Chang Qing didn't see them.

After a night of sleepless nights, Lu Xuan's funeral began early the next morning.

Chang Qing and Lu Zhen were both dressed in black and witnessed the whole process of Lu Xuan's ashes being buried in the cemetery with everyone.

There were mourning cries all around, and Chang Qing's eyes were red.

After the funeral, Lu Zhen walked up to Chang Qing and held out a hand.

Chang Qing looked at a familiar box in his hand and was stunned.

Lu Zhen whispered: "Yours, you won't want it, will you?"

Chang Qing took it and opened it, a ring inside was shimmering faintly, he recognized it at a glance, it was the one that Lu Xuan gave him.

It was originally two, but the ring that belonged to Lu Xuan had been cremated with him, and was buried with him.

Chang Qing picked up the ring and looked up at Lu Zhen.

Lu Deng glanced at him, lowered his voice, and said, "Stay here, treat the Lu family as your own, just like when the eldest brother was here."

Chang Qing lowered his eyes, "Don't you blame me?"

Lu Zhen whispered, "It's not your fault."

Chang Qing did not speak.

Lu Zheng's tone was a little heavier, "It's not your fault, don't blame yourself."

Chang Qing lifted his eyelids and looked at him, he twitched the corners of his lips and wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh. He looked like he was crying. After a while, he said: "…it is good."

Lu Zheng also pulled the corners of his lips, "Go home." He whispered.

“…hmmm.”