The quadrangle is big enough to not consider the funeral parlour.
By the time they get home, neighbors have come to help, and relatives of the Song family have come for several evenings, and there is an endless stream of mourners. Song Qingcheng is the only heir of her grandparents’ veins. She needs a wake and looks at her eyes closed. The serene old lady feels that everything today is like a dream.
Before going to bed last night, grandma told her to remember to go to the bank today.
But now it’s separated from heaven.
Since she came back, Mrs. Yu Rao has been in good health, unlike when she walked a few more steps in Nancheng, and now she seems to have come back to life.
It is impossible not to be sad to watch the only relative leave. Song Qingcheng knows that even with the help of relatives, many things still need to be handled by himself.
After a while, my aunt walked into the mourning hall and said, That little fan is not bad at home. He has arranged everything in good order.
Xiao Fan is the youth called by Yu Tingchuan.
At this moment, my aunt asked, Is that Mr. Yu your grandmother’s student?
Grandma did bring out several promising students when she was a teacher.
No Song Qingcheng spoke My fiance
… My aunt didn’t react at the moment. A week ago, they didn’t listen to the old lady when they stayed in the courtyard. Why did a niece suddenly have a fiance?
Especially in the Song Dynasty, there is a personal aunt who is very uneasy.
I can’t make up my mind at home. Adults are afraid that this child will be cheated and can’t help but ask, Will he come this time?
I don’t know if Yutingchuan will come to Song Qingcheng.
I haven’t called him yet, but that little fan came to say that he had got the news.
The condolences have come in waves. If the younger generation comes over, my cousin will help me to say hello. If the older generation Song Qingcheng will personally say hello, it will gradually adapt to the evening, and it will not be as hectic as it was at first.
It was completely dark around six o’clock.
My aunt came to take her place and let her go out for dinner first.
There are still many people in the courtyard who have set four round tables for dinner.
Song Qingcheng has no appetite. Just find a place and haven’t eaten a few mouthfuls. The helper asks who the other person is. Perhaps out of curiosity, others turn around.
A headlight was hung at the entrance of the courtyard in the afternoon to make the whole courtyard as bright as day.
The whole song dynasty followed the man who looked up and was blocked by the helper and the colonnade. When the collateral relatives were preparing to withdraw their sight, the other party went straight in and revealed the true colors of Lushan Mountain.
When I saw that the bearer was Yutingchuan, the whole Song Dynasty had a brief trance and forgot to get up to meet him.
Yu Tingchuan wore a navy blue formal suit, a white shirt with a slightly open neckline and no scarf or gloves. In December night, this dress looked thin, which made people feel that they were travel-stained. Someone had whispered around to discuss who this was. He went to Song Qingcheng and looked at her for a few seconds. Why didn’t you call me?
The whole song dynasty slowly got up and wanted to say something. The eyes were wet first and the mood finally collapsed after a day.
Then my cousin came to greet the guests.
Among friends and relatives, Yu Tingchuan is obviously unfamiliar.
Yutingchuan took his eyes off the whole face, converged, and then exchanged greetings with the whole cousin.
When Yu Tingchuan reported his name, his cousin’s attitude became more friendly. This white matter, Mr. Yu sent Xiao Fan to help him a lot. His wife has told his cousin that Mr. Yu is what her fiance said, and he can’t help but observe how much he is a rich and successful person.
After talking a few words, my cousin asked, Mr. Yu, do you think you should mourn the old lady first?
Yu Tingchuan heard that just call me Tingchuan
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Cousin nodded and responded with manners but still politely led Yutingchuan to the mourning hall.
Song city is also a thing of the past.
After giving grandma the incense, let Song Qingcheng take the guests to the room to have a rest, which is a chance for two people to be alone.
Just after he closed the door, Yu Tingchuan pulled people into his arms and looked down at her. She was haggard and her eyebrows and eyes were gentle. I’m not worried about anything.
The whole Song Dynasty held his shirt with his fingers clenched and tried to control his emotions. Big hot tears still fell. Grandma was fine yesterday.
Yu Tingchuan didn’t sleep that night and stayed with her in the mourning hall all night.
By the next day, even the helpers in and out saw that the Song family had a very rich nephew and son-in-law
Even if the parties didn’t say it.