Chapter 689: Aftermath (11)
Wushuang is surnamed Jing after all, and he will inherit the Jing family. If Xia Ziwei can sincerely repent and inherit the Xia family, it would be the best thing.
However, Mu Jinchen would not say these. If Xia Ziwei's transformation is aimed at the Xia family, then there is no need.
The funeral home and crematorium in S City are adjacent to the Star Cemetery. After paying tribute, they will be sent to the crematorium. When they finally paid their respects to the remains, the three women of the Xia family cried again, especially when the coffin was closed. Xia Ziwei clung to the coffin and cried bitterly. Tang Mubai was very sad and stepped forward to pull her away.
The Xia family is just the opposite of the Mu family. The Mu family is more yang than yin, while the Xia family is more yin than yang. After Xia Jinrong left, except for Xia Jingshan, there were only some female relatives left. If the huge family business fell on a few women who were as brave as men, Xia Muxue and Jing Wushuang looked so thin, which was really sad.
Mu Jinchen hugged Wushuang tightly, Jing Hongyuan pushed Xia Muxue and the relatives and friends who were attending the funeral to the vehicle that had been prepared long ago and followed the hearse to the crematorium.
Xia Muxue and Xia Ziwei trembled as they pressed the button to send Xia Jinrong's coffin into the crematorium. Everything he had in his life turned into ashes with the pressing of this button, and only a small urn was left to be sent into the coffin.
Wushuang's red and swollen eyes stared at the jumping flames, her skin was hot, but her heart was cold.
Since she was a child, her elders taught her that God has eyes, good deeds will be rewarded, and she must be a kind girl, so that she will be blessed.
However, today she saw with her own eyes that such a kind elder had met with misfortune and turned into ashes in his prime. She could not help but question such words. If the heaven had eyes, a good man like her uncle should have a good beginning and a good end. If the heaven had eyes, he should not have let his grandfather, who had been upright and defended his country, die with his old age...
Does the heaven really have eyes?
Mu Jinchen looked at the strong girl with heartache. She cried for a few days, fell ill, and became thinner. If she could, she wanted to bear it all for her, but she couldn't. She could only let her come out slowly. All he could do was take good care of her and watch her heartache.
The Interstellar Cemetery buried countless heroes in S City. No matter whether they were high-ranking officials or ordinary people during their lifetime, only after death was it fair. They were just an urn, a tombstone, and a few feet of land. The things they desperately pursued could not be brought with them when they were born, and they could not be taken away when they died. How many people could really go down in history?
Relatives and friends placed the white flowers in their hands in front of the tombstone, comforted them a few words, and then gradually left.
Xia Muxue was in a wheelchair and couldn't get up, so Jing Hongyuan accompanied her to see off relatives and friends at the entrance.
Xia Ziwei stood there motionless with red eyes, holding Xia Jinrong's black and white portrait. Tang Mubai walked over, hugged her shoulders and said, "Weiwei, I'll take you back first."
Xia Ziwei turned her head and tears flowed again. From the mourning hall to the crematorium and then to the cemetery, it was like her funeral alone. Only Tang Mubai would care about him from time to time. However, among all the people, the person she hurt the most was Tang Mubai.
Tang Mubai looked at her painful eyes. He really saw many things in them that others might not see or were unwilling to see. His voice was a little more compassionate, "Uncle is watching in heaven. Don't let him go uneasy."