It was too late, and the child slept soundly in his uncle's arms, sleeping heartlessly.

6 Yuqing sat beside Huang Chengjing and looked at 6 Chenyang's sleeping face. She didn't know whether to be happy or sad for the child.

The child is still young and does not understand the pain of separation from life and death, so he goes to bed when he is about to start, and looks at the people around him when he wakes up, and eats when he is hungry. He is carefree and has no pain in his little heart. He can only detect the unhappiness of adults, so he is more dependent on adults.

But he was too young to remember his mother's face, and the face of the person who loved him the most in the world.

I can't remember the voice of Jiang Yao, the mother, and the untuned voice of Jiang Yao scolding him for his father.

"Yangyang, I hope that when you grow up, you can remember to see more photos of your mother and miss your mother occasionally." 6 Yuqing lowered her head and gently kissed the child's face.

So, now, when everyone is most sad, he is asleep, it's fine.

Young children do not need to understand separation from life and death. If Jiang Yao is there, she will not be willing to let her children understand.

There is no coffin, only a small urn funeral, which is unique in the entire county.

The cemetery is a Fengshui treasure land that people have seen. It is a very wide piece of land with water and mountains. The Fengshui master said that this is a Fengshui treasure land that can protect the tomb owner's wealth and peace in the next life.

6 Xingzhi walked in front with the urn in his hand, put the urn into the small pit, and used his hands to add soil to the pit little by little.

"Wife, don't be afraid. It's warm and cool here. It won't freeze you in winter and will not burn you in summer. Don't sleep well."

The voice of 6 Xingzhi was very soft, and the people around him only saw his mouth moving, but couldn't hear what he was saying to Jiang Yao.

"Yaoyao, have a good sleep, maybe I'll be there after a sleep." Liu Xingzhi gently patted Pingtu with his hands, "I really don't know that when you are not here, you will be so painful and so sad. After one second, you will survive, but it is still a long time like a century."

"In the past, you said I was stupid and didn't say good-hearted. From now on, I'll say a word I love you every day, okay? One sentence in the morning and one sentence in the evening, as long as you don't feel tired of it." 6 Xingzhi's eyes slowly fell on the tombstone next to it.

There is a line of words engraved in a hurry on it.

The tomb of his beloved wife Jiang Yao.

Beloved wife...

Jiang Yao...

Of.

A place forever sleeping.

His beloved wife, Jiang Yao.

In front of the tomb, the flames shine, paper money, candles, and fragrance linger.

6 Xingzhi patted the corner of his clothes and sat in front of the grave. His outfit was bought by Jiang Yao and kept it in his hometown. There were very few opportunities to wear it. But now, he was wearing the clothes she bought with her and sent her to a short journey.

He took out an old harmonica from his pocket and wiped it with his sleeve. "I remember you said that you didn't listen to me playing the piano many times, and you also remember that you wanted to listen to me playing the piano many times. The piano was too heavy and I couldn't move it. I almost forgot how to talk about it. My wife, let's play the harmonica for you, so that you can sleep more peacefully and faster. When you fall asleep, you will not be afraid."

No one answered him, but he always seemed to hear Jiang Yao responding in his ear.
Chapter completed!