Chapter 3037 Tomb of Beloved Wife

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

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

Children are still young and don't understand the pain of life and death, so they go to sleep when the time comes, look at the people around them when they wake up, eat when they are hungry, carefree, small heart, without any pain, just can Sensitively aware that the adult is unhappy, so I rely on the adult even more.

But he was too young, so small that he couldn't remember his mother's face, or the face of the person who loved him the most in the world.

He also couldn't remember Jiang Yao's mother's voice, or Jiang Yao's out-of-the-ordinary voice scolding Lu Xingzhi, a father, for him.

"Yangyang, I hope that when you grow up, you can remember to look at your mother's photos more, and miss your mother once in a while." Lu Yuqing lowered her head and kissed the child's cheek lightly.

So, now, when everyone is saddest, he fell asleep, which is fine.

Young children don't need to understand life and death. If Jiang Yao was here, she would not be willing to let her children understand.

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

The cemetery is a geomantic treasure land that someone has seen. It is a wide piece of land with water and mountains. Mr. Feng Shui said that this is a geomantic treasure land, which can keep the tomb owner rich and safe in the next life.

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

"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 so soft that the people around him could only see his lips moving but couldn't hear what he was saying to Jiang Yao.

"Yaoyao, sleep well, maybe I'll be here after I sleep." Lu Xingzhi patted Pingtu lightly with both hands, "I really don't know, so when you're not here, it will be so painful, so sad, One second, endured, but still as long as a century."

"In the past, you said that I was stupid and couldn't speak well. From now on, I will say "I love you" to you every day, okay? One sentence in the morning and one sentence in the evening is fine, as long as you don't feel tired." Lu Xingzhi's gaze slowly fell on the tombstone next to it.

There was a line of hastily carved words on it.

The tomb of his beloved wife Jiang Yao.

beloved wife...

Jiang Yao...

Of.

A place that sleeps forever.

His beloved wife, Jiang Yao.

In front of the tomb, the fire is shining, paper money, candles, and fragrance are lingering.

Lu Xingzhi patted the corner of his clothes and sat in front of the grave. Jiang Yao bought his clothes and kept them in his hometown, so he rarely wore them. But now, he was wearing the clothes she bought with her own hands, and sent her on a short journey.

He took out an old harmonica from his pocket and wiped it with his sleeve, "I remember you said many times that you didn't listen to me play the piano, and you also remembered that you said many times that you wanted to hear me play the piano. The piano is too heavy to carry." Come on, I almost forgot how to talk about it, daughter-in-law, let me play the harmonica for you, so that you can sleep more peacefully and faster, and when you fall asleep, you will not be afraid."

No one answered him, but Lu Xingzhi always seemed to be able to hear Jiang Yao's answer in his ear.

After putting the harmonica to his lips, Lu Xingzhi suddenly jammed again.