It started to rain outside, and the thunder sounded from far to near, and soon, the raindrops fell down "bang".
Zhang Juning's cemetery was chosen in the suburbs of Beijing, and Taoist priests were invited to chant scriptures and pray for blessings.
Wang arranged the tables, chairs, benches, plates, dishes, dishes, and chopsticks in the flower hall... Gu Han followed her to fight.
Before the funeral, the host family had a banquet to entertain relatives and friends who came to attend the funeral, which was commonly known as Xie Xiao.
At around noon, the table was opened while it was getting smaller.
Brother Chun is still young, so Zhang Ju'an and Zhang Juling are replaced by Zhang Ju'er thanking relatives and friends.
Zhang Heng, Zhang Xiu and others also arranged during the banquet to accompany some high-ranking officials and nobles from the capital.
Since Zhang Juling graduated from high school and met with the Gu family, there have been more people in Kyoto who want to get along with the Zhang family.
In the afternoon, Zhang Juning's coffin was carried out of Jingwu.
Shen time is a good time and auspicious time.
As soon as the coffin was carried away, the mourning hall began to retreat. Ning stood aside with Chun Ge'er in his arms, without saying a word.
"Madam, don't stand under the corridor... The rain has splashed on your clothes..." Jasmine advised.
"fine."
As soon as the mourning hall was withdrawn, the only memory left in Zhang Juning in this world no longer exists... Ning tightened his arms unconsciously, and Chun Ge'er felt uncomfortable, and he curled his mouth and started crying "Wow wow wow".
"Good Brother Chun, stop crying."
Ning adjusted her hugging position in her arms and spoke gently to her son, "Be good, let's watch for a while and then go back to the house."
Brother Chun couldn't understand what his mother was saying, and the rain splashed on his face, wet and cold.
He cried even harder.
Ning finally burst into tears as she heard her son's crying... From then on, it was the mother and son who depended on each other for their own lives.
The rain slowly got heavy, crackling, like soybeans.
"...You are thin and your illness is not cured yet. Go back and rest."
Wang glanced at Gu Han, "I will go to see the boss off with the funeral."
Gu Han bent down and said nothing.
She really couldn't bear it, and she had a great headache.
When Gu Han left the flower hall, Taohong immediately took out the oil paper umbrella for her to spread it open, and carefully supported it to the winding corridor.
However, the rain was really heavy.
Taohong protected Gu Han in every way, but she was still wet.
Gu Han coughed, and his face turned pale after another.
Taohong hurriedly stroked her back, "Mrs. Young lady, why don't you wait for a while... I will go to the office and call a green carriage over."
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Gu Han covered his chest with one hand, his body trembled violently, and his coughing tears were filled with tears.
After a while, he said, "Go."
She was like this and couldn't walk back.
When I came out in the morning, I brought peach blossoms to save trouble.
Because he wanted to help Wang, the maids and the women who brought him were talking about it, but they didn't say it, and they were afraid that Wang would say she was delicate.
Taohong handed her hand to Gu Han and turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait a moment."
Gu Han stopped her, "It's raining heavily, you can hold an umbrella."
Taohong shook her head: "Young lady, I don't need to do it, please keep it."
"...I'm in the veranda, and I don't go anywhere... I can cover it up, and it's not necessary."
Gu Han insisted on giving it to her, but Taohong was still hesitant.
The young lady's body is so bad that she can get better after she is in good condition. If she gets wet again, what should I do?
Gu Han saw her intention, coughed a few times, and smiled: "You are holding an umbrella, you are walking quickly, and you are coming back soon... We can also return to Qiulan Pavilion as soon as possible."
Taohong should be "yes", looked at Gu Han with concern, took the paper umbrella, and trotted down the winding corridor.
A gust of north wind blew, and in an instant, thunder broke out and raindrops formed a line.
Gu Han was already wet from rain, and the wind blew on his body, making him feel even colder.
She leaned against the corridor column and shivered several times.
"...The boss of the Zhang family is really pitiful. He died at a young age..." A young man's voice came.
Another person responded, “Who said no?
I don’t know who I offended, but I actually took a ruthless move in the territory of Kyoto.”
Gu Han looked over and recognized who it was when he got closer.
The one who wears the sky blue embellishment and has a pair of peach blossoms and smiling eyes is Yang Ruo.
The poor boy who said Zhang Juning died was wearing royal blue embroidered lotus pattern and looked quite handsome, which was Wang Zhiming.
The two of them didn't bring an umbrella, and they were wet on their hair and clothes. They looked like they were here to shelter from the winding veranda.
It was too late for Gu Han to hide away again. Besides, there was no place to hide on this winding veranda.
On the other end, the two were still talking.
Wang Zhiming looked at Yang Ruo with a smile, "I originally thought of burning a few pieces of paper for Boss Zhang and leaving, which was also considered as a matter of meeting us... Who knew that it was raining heavily on God.
Now, I can't leave even if I want to..." He and Zhang Juning had business dealings, which were considered old acquaintances.
Yang Ruo raised his eyebrows slightly and echoed: "Who said no?"
He yawned lazily and asked Wang Zhiming: "Where is your elder brother?
What are you busy with recently?”
"……have no idea."
Wang Zhiming replied: "He will not tell me anything he does. I won't ask. He will ask me if he is in a hurry."
Yang Ruo laughed when he heard this. He knew the relationship between Wang Zhiyuan and Wang Zhiming. When he had to say a few more words, he looked up and saw Gu Han not far ahead.
She was alone, not even a girl, probably because she was in the rain and was in a mess. She could still hear a faint coughing sound.
He was stunned. Before he could speak, Gu Han had already bowed and saluted: "I have met the two young masters."
Wang Zhiming also looked up when he heard the voice. He had seen Gu Han, but he had not paid much attention. He was amazed now.
Gu Han was covered in white and mourning clothes.
Due to poor health, his face is as white as pear blossoms.
The apricot eyes are round and big, like a pool of autumn water, with tears...
It's really pitiful.
Yang Ruo glanced at Wang Zhiming, saw him being stunned and frowned, and said first: "Why are you here?"
Gu Han smiled, and before he could speak, he coughed violently for a while, "...It's raining too hard and I can't walk. My girl is going to call the carriage..."
Yang Ruo was stunned. Before he could say anything, Wang Zhiming smiled and said, "It was indeed a bit heavy in the rain."
Yang Ruo only found out when he approached.
Gu Han was trembling! His face darkened.
Chapter completed!