Chapter 541: Burial ceremony

They waited for a long time.
Until the last moment of the appointment time, Zhai Ziheng's black Rolls-Royce was late.
The driver in white gloves opened the door for him, and the tall figure walked down. It was still a cold and extremely eyebrow, and it felt oppressive in the gloomy sky.
He looked at the pair of monks in front of him and looked more Shen.
The solemn and tidy dresses set off the picturesque faces of the two. The simple black and white has a kind of beauty that is washed out of the lead. It is not lively, not sloppy, but it is so matched. It is more like him than standing far away. A real couple. I remembered that the child was originally Li Lei, and the scorpion was like a thorn in his heart.
He went to Xia Wei and said to her, "Let's go in."
Even the corner of the eye did not look at Li Lei.
Xia Wei turned around with helplessness and took a look at Li Lei.
Li Lei knew that she could not go in with her. The last time I had a closed door in the villa, I already knew what kind of character the rivals and rivals in this mall were. They were too overbearing and arbitrary, and they would never allow their territory to be occupied by a trace. He gave Xia Xi a soothing smile: "I am waiting for you here, I will call me if I have anything." I handed the same thing to Xia Wei, "Help me bring the baby, tell him, his mother. I am being taken care of very well now, so don’t worry about him in the Spirit of Heaven."
Xia Wei spread his palm, it was a small white daisy, and the petals trembled in the breeze.
Her nose was sour and nodded.
He is the child's biological father, however, the only thing that can be brought in is this little flower.
Zhai Ziheng looked at Li Lei coldly: "My child, don't take your flowers."
Li Lei was not willing to look at him: "I am sending this flower, it is not on your child's face. He is the bones of Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan is mine now."
Zhai Ziheng is not good at making this kind of tongue fight. The five fingers clenched their fists on the side of their bodies, turned their faces coldly, and strode forward. Xia Wei looked at Li Lei with some worry and looked at the flowers in his hand. She knows that although Zizi Heng did not say it, there must be no way to put it on the tombstone.
Li Lei’s voice is very gentle:
It doesn’t matter, just a flower, it’s okay to let go.

He didn't want to see the embarrassment.
Xia Wei’s eyes are a little moist. This is not a flower, but the only gift the child’s biological father can give to the child. She was very upset and whispered: "I want the children to see what you are giving."
Li Lei was moved, turned his head and looked at the nearby terrain. He said, "Isn't this simple? You went in with him to bury the children, and everyone else was scattered. I took flowers to the child's grave to accompany him. speak."
Xia Wei’s look is better.
She whispered to Li Lei: "I have gone."
Turn around and walk in the direction of the scorpion, and walk into the depths of the cemetery.
The burial ceremony is very simple. This is a child who can't enter the grave in the middle of the dynasty, and it is not the child of Zizi Heng. Except for the scorpion Heng Heng himself, he must come for the play, and the family goes up and down, and even one person does not let him follow. Such a small cockroach does not require any arranging.
He is on the side of the tombstone he is choosing, and he is only looking closer to the summer shadow.
Her look is as pale as the mourning of her body, crumbling in the gloomy sky. I finally came to the front and looked at the cemetery a little.
Although the cemetery chosen by Zhai Ziheng is far away, the acupoints are really good, surrounded by greenery, quiet and peaceful - he is right, this is the best place for the entire cemetery.
In fact, it is not the heart of the scorpion, but the whole set of drama, rather than a poor position to make Li Lei suspicious, it is better to choose the best position. However, it is more money, and there is no real ashes in the tomb. They are used to deceive the small ash.
I don’t know Xia.
She lowered her head and took yellow paper and tin foil from the entourage, lit it and put it in the grave. This is the first step in the burial ceremony. After the child is sleeping, the child will be safe and stable, and will not be affected by the outside wind and rain. She carefully warmed every corner of the little stone cave and muttered, "Baby... Shaohui, sorry, my mother could not protect you. In the afterlife, I hope that you will reincarnate a good family, parents and sisters." Don't go to such a dangerous place like this one."
The look of Zhai Ziheng was slightly tight and did not speak.
He stood by and stood by and watched her warm hole, slightly stunned, remembering the little baby named Shao Hui. Although he is not his own, but he looks so clean and unprepared, and many days have not seen some thoughts. Zhai Ziheng feels that he must be crazy, and he will miss a child of a rival.
Over there, Xia Wei had finished the hole and laid a golden cloth on the bottom of the tomb.
The accompanying staff handed the child's small casket to the front of the scorpion.
The scorpion is taken over and placed in a dry and warm grave. He leaned sideways and let Xia Yan come over and put a layer of silver cloth on the casket, and put a layer of red cloth on the silver cloth.
The tomb is not big, the two people's body is very close, the scorpion balance can smell the faint fragrance of her hair, and the faint heat radiated from the skin. Perhaps, in this life and in this life, this is the last time she has been so close to her. This kind of cognition makes a sudden sorrow in the heart of the scorpion, and it will crush him.
His grief is unsettled in his look.
Outside the cemetery, Li Lei circled a circle far and widened from an inconspicuous wall to find the place where the child was buried. Through the cover of Qingsong cypress, he quietly looked at the two people in front of the tomb.
Xiao Yan seems to be crying again, and Zizi Heng seems to be full of pain.
They are like the couple who have lost their loved ones, and they are saddened by the same person and the same thing.
And Li Lei, can only look far away, the shape of a single shadow only. He suddenly felt that he was superfluous. The two people in front of him experienced the entanglements of the two generations, together nurtured and raised a child, and also experienced the pain of losing their children. And what about yourself and Xiaoxuan?
He looked up and looked at the lead-gray sky, feeling a little heavy.
The cold wind blows the leaves, and the pine needles fall on the body, with a slight and sharp pain.
Over there, Xia Wei has already covered the last layer of red cloth, and Zizi Heng put a whole body of jade and ancient copper coins on the red cloth. Although it is only a fake tomb, he has done a lot of work, and a piece of funerary is worth a lot of money. Not for the sake of the child, it is to let Xiao Xiao renew his heart and soul.
It is a pity that Xia Wei’s whole thoughts are sad and he does not pay attention to his mood.
She took the Fuyin soil from the staff and sprinkled it a little in the grave.