Phi-Fic Chapter 125 I have no home anymore
Chapter 125 I have no home anymore
But this silly girl keeps holding her mother in her arms. What does this mean?
Lu Zeng lit a stick of incense on the side and handed it to Zhuang Zhoucheng, who took it and served it.
Lu Zeng, Wancheng, and several people who followed this gentleman also burned incense one after another, as a token of their good intentions.
Zhuang Zhoucheng stood tall and straight in front of Huo Yan and asked her after a long moment:
"How long do you plan to kneel?"
No answer, no movement, as if he didn't hear anything.
Suo He watched from behind and wondered how this woman could be so rude and ungrateful.
Wancheng shrugged and exchanged glances with Suohe and the other man:
This ancestor has a bad temper. She even hit someone with a stick in the afternoon. Beng underestimated her.
Zhuang Zhoucheng waited for a while, but when he didn't get any response from Huo Yan, he left without saying a word of comfort.
Yes, it’s already very good that this gentleman can come here in person. What else can we expect from him?
After a long while, Lu Zeng reacted:
"Master is gone?"
Wancheng shrugged, isn't this obvious?
Lu Zeng glanced at Wancheng, walked out of the mourning hall, and continued to guard outside.
I think this is not right. This is not like Mr. Zhou's style. He should just take the person away directly. This is a perfect opportunity to take advantage of someone in distress.
Huo Yan knelt for the entire night, and then he was so sleepy that he lowered his head and took a nap while holding the cold box.
I woke up from the cold at night and knelt down again. I repeated this several times and then daybreak came.
In fact, she really wanted someone to accompany her at this time, really wanted someone to give her more clothes, really wanted someone to help her share a little bit of pain.
My voice was hoarse from crying and my tears had dried up. After I calmed down, I had to think about what to do next.
One monument and one tomb is not that simple.
The people from the funeral home mentioned it to her in the afternoon and said they could help with the burial.
It was only at this time that Huo Yan realized that cemeteries were also divided into different grades, and of course, the corresponding prices were different.
No matter how much people talked, Huo Yan remained indifferent and knelt upright with his mother's ashes in his arms.
The people in the museum left in disappointment. If you don't agree, forget it.
Then just take that jar of ashes and go. Not many people need to worry about how much space is needed for a burial.
Huo Yan reluctantly accepted the fact that his mother was gone, and had been holding the box since he woke up.
She thought a lot that night. Without her mother, her world would have fallen apart.
There was no sunshine in her life anymore. She didn't even know where to go in the future, what to study for, who to call to announce her scholarship, and where to go during the holidays...
A home without a mother is like a pile of sand that can never be piled up.
She has no mother anymore, no home anymore.
Without her mother and home, her life would have no meaning.
Let me ask, to whom will she show her achievements and pride?
The family went bankrupt, my father became a vegetable, and my brother was arrested.
She is not afraid of these because her mother is still by her side.
But now, even my mother is gone.
She didn't know who to call when she returned to the small rental house and opened the door, and who would respond to her.
None of this matters...
What she couldn't get over the most was that her mother left in anger.
How she wished she could do it again, so that she would not make her mother sad and would agree to whatever she said.
Holding the box, I kept saying sorry over and over again, not knowing if my mother could hear me.
She was so afraid that her mother would be angry to death because of her.
She regretted so much that when she left in the morning, she didn't hug her mother's hand, kiss it, and say "Mom, I love you" as she did in the past.