Chapter 351: Mourning

Cheng Haoyue has been standing on the balcony for a while. She tried her best to suppress her inner feelings, but she still couldn't help her tears. She died in the death of the palace father, and also pained the pain of the palace night.
Cheng Haoyue sat on the bed, she knew that tonight the palace night will not come back.
In the hospital, the departure of the palace father, the whole hospital, the atmosphere, condensation, and pain.
In the rest room of the hospital, the girl in the cold night was screaming at the sad girl. His handsome face was also very tight. Miyamo Mou suffered the pain of his loved ones at the moment. He couldn’t do anything for her. The only thing What you do is to stay with you for a moment.
The family members of Gong Yan and Gong Xu are all there. The death of the father means to them that the separation of their loved ones means the possibility that the share of the grandfather’s hand will not be changed.
And they all know that there may be their property in the will, but only some property such as real estate, and that 30% of the shares, but only belong to the palace night.
Although the couples in Gongshengyang were sad, they suffered much and the emotions were relatively stable. Gong Shengyang pushed the door into the lounge, and the palace nightingale sat silently there, and the fortitude of the face covered with deep sorrow. .
"Night, go back to rest! The next thing is handed over to us to deal with." Gong Yun Sheng expressed his grief and persuaded.
"I will accompany my grandfather one night." The eyes of the palace night are a little red, and the words are heavy.
Gong Yunsheng knows that the relationship between this son and his father is the closest to him. At this moment, it is useless to persuade.
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Now, she cried for a few hours, her voice was crying and dumb, and the people were crying tired, and fell in the cold arms of the night and half-half.
There was still tears in the delicate eyes, and she reached out and lifted her hand to the side. The hospital also had a room to stay. He planned to hold her to sleep for a while.
Pushing open the door of a bedroom, when the night is cool and let her down, Gong Momo seems to know that he sleeps on the bed, closes his eyes, but holds his arm tightly, not letting him leave, the night is cool. Jun Yan comforted her face on her little face, "I won't leave."
This sentence made Gong Momo hold him with peace of mind, but it seems that in his dreams, he thought of the grief of his loved ones forever. Two lines of tears could not help but fall from the corner of his eyes.
The night sighed and sighed, took a paper towel from the table, and gently wiped her tears away.
The death of the old man of the palace will definitely sensationalize the political and business community tomorrow, and the subsequent funeral will only be held for a few days.
The next day, the media and newspapers of all parties reported this news with painful emotions.
The ancestral hall of the palace father is set in a large auditorium. This once-commercial and legendary figure has made a wide range of people. The people who sent him are also coming to visit, and the hall is set up for three days.
After Ms. Momo’s emotions were calm, she wanted to let Xiaoze bring Xiaoze to her home for a day, let Cheng Haoyue come over to accompany her eldest brother, because their parents are busy here, they don’t let Ozawa come to the funeral because He is too young to be afraid of him.
In the evening, he contacted Cheng Haoyue. His car would go downstairs to pick up Ozawa. The little guy didn’t really understand anything, but he didn’t ask much. He took him into the car in the cold night. He didn’t have the pleasure of the past. He turned his head and looked at Cheng Haoyue. "Mummy, are you going to see Grandpa?"
"Well! I went to see him." Cheng Haoyue nodded.

Is Grandpa going to heaven?
the little guy asked again.
Cheng Haoyue’s chest knocked a bit, the little guy actually thought of it?
"Well, he went to heaven." Cheng Haoyue was forced to laugh.
In these three days, there are too many people in the mourning hall, and the enemy is still not aware of it. Therefore, Ozawa naturally cannot show up in the mourning hall. He can only wait for the three-day mourning hall, and after the burial, bring the little guy to the past. Worship.
After taking the little guy away in the night, Cheng Haoyue rushed to the mourning hall. She wore a black dress today. The body was full of heavy black. When she arrived at the place where the hall was established, Cheng Haoyue’s tears swirled in her eyes.
I saw that the broad spirit party was full of wreaths, and a group of palace people stood in two rows, and in the middle of the most central, the black and white portraits of the palace father were sad.
Cheng Haoyue looked at the palace nightingale standing in the second row. At this time, the sons and daughters of the old palace fathers greeted the guests. He was a grandson and could only stand behind him.
He was wearing a black suit. When she came in, the eyes of the two people touched. The sadness and sadness in the eyes of both people was clear. Cheng Haoyue took the three-column incense that Xia Houlin brought, and her heavy father-in-law. A big gift, kneeling on the ground, put the incense in.
After the incense was finished, Cheng Haoyue walked to the side of the palace night, and the hand under the sleeve held his big palm. The palace night owl felt the cold bones of her palm, and the light was slightly distressed to look at her.
Cheng Haoyue looked up and looked at him. She shook her head and walked off the bus. It was already the weather of the cold winter.
On the first day, the flow of people continued, and the next day remained the same. Until the third day, the number of talents who gave gifts to the girl was gradually reduced. On the morning of the fourth day, the father of the palace was buried, and the people who sent him were close to him. Under the drizzle, the rows of rows of six-row relatives watched the spirits of the father slowly and sent them into the underground, solemn and solemn atmosphere. After four days, everyone’s emotions were calmed down. Cheng Haoyue and Gong Momo stood side by side. She looked up at the umbrella held by the bodyguard. The man under the black umbrella, tall body, straight and arrogant, like a king of the fox body.
Cheng Haoyue is distressed by him. In the future, any battlefield will only be faced by him alone.
In the afternoon, finally, the people of the palace were scattered, but the palace nightingale did not leave immediately. When the eyes of Gongyan Gongxu were leaving, they stared at him clearly, and Cheng Haoyue, standing next to him, knew clearly. Her heartstrings are tightened.
Everyone who returned to the castle was physically and mentally tired. In the past few days, the guests were entertained, and the mood was sore, everyone was tired.
The little guy is back, and the night is cool and he took him for three days. It’s surprising. He didn’t cry, he didn’t have to worry about finding someone, and even the night was strange. The little guy seemed to be very sensible. I know that this time, the palace is facing What is it.
When he came back, he didn't wrap anyone around. He played with the ball alone in the garden. In one bedroom on the second floor, Cheng Haoyue fell asleep in the arms of the palace nightingale. Both of them were tired and the palace was tired. The nightingale is not the body of the iron. In these few days, he has only slept for two hours a day. Just now, Cheng Haoyue got into his arms. When he was holding him, all his nerves were relaxed because of her hug. The sleepyness also struck up, and both of them fell asleep.