Chapter 3039: Wife's tomb

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It was too late, and the child was sleeping in the arms of the uncle, sleepless and heartless.
Lu Yuqing sat beside Huang Chengjing to see the sleeping face of landing Chenyang, and did not know whether to be happy for the child or sad for the child.
The child is still young and does not understand the pain of life and death parting, so sleep at night, look at the people around you when you wake up, eat when you are hungry, carefree, little heart, without any pain, just can Sensitively aware that adults are not happy, so they rely more on adults.
But he was too small to remember his mother's face or the face of the person who loved him the most in the world.
I can’t remember Jiang Yao’s mother’s voice, or Jiang Yao’s reprimanding Lu Xingzhi’s uncontrollable voice for being a father.
"Yangyang, I hope that when you grow up, you can remember to look at your mother's photos and occasionally miss your mother." Lu Yuqing lowered her head and gently kissed the child's face.
So, now, when everyone is most sad, he fell asleep, okay.
A young child does not need to understand the separation of life and death. If Jiang Yao is there, he will not be willing to let her child understand.
There is no coffin, only a small urn's funeral, which is unique in the entire county.
The cemetery is a feng shui treasure that some people have seen. It is a wide field with water and mountains. Mr. feng shui said that this is a feng shui treasure, which can protect the tomb owner's future wealth and safety.
Lu Xingzhi personally held the ashes box to the front, put the ashes box into the small pit, and used his hands to add soil to the pit a little bit.
"Daughter-in-law, don't be afraid. It's warm in winter and cool in summer. It won't freeze you in winter, and it won't burn you in summer. Don't sleep well."
Lu Xingzhi's voice was very soft, and the people around him only saw his mouth moving but could not hear what he was saying to Jiang Yao.
"Yaoyao, take a good night's sleep, maybe I will be there after sleeping." Lu Xingzhi gently patted his hands with his hands. "I really don't know, it would be so painful and so sad when you were away. It took a second, but it was as long as a century."
"Before, you said that my mouth was stupid, and I wouldn't be obedient. After that, I said one sentence every day. I love you to listen to you, OK? One sentence in the morning and one in the evening, as long as you don't feel bored." Lu Xingzhi's eyes slowly Fell on the tombstone on the side.
There is a line of hurriedly carved words on it.
Tomb of the beloved wife Jiang Yao.
Beloved wife...
Jiang Yao...
Of it.
A place to sleep forever.
His beloved wife, Jiang Yao.
In front of the tomb, fire was shining, paper money, candles, and fragrance lingered.
Lu Xingzhi patted the clothing corner and sat in front of the grave. His body was bought by Jiang Yao and has been kept in his hometown. There are very few opportunities to wear it. Now, he wore the clothes she bought with her own hands and sent her through a short journey.
He took an old harmonica from his pocket and wiped it with his sleeve. "Remember you seem to have said that I haven't listened to me playing the piano many times, and you have said that I want to listen to me playing the piano many times. The piano is too heavy to move. Come, how to talk about it, I have almost forgotten about it, my daughter-in-law, give you the first harmonica, so that you can sleep more safely and faster, and when you fall asleep, you will not be afraid."
No one answered him, but Lu Xingzhi always seemed to hear Jiang Yao responding in his ear.
After the harmonica was placed on his lips, Lu Xingzhi suddenly jammed again.