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Chapter Eleven Funeral

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    When Luo Jiujiang arrived, Chen's tombstone had already been erected.

    This is not the ancestral grave of the Chen family.  Back then, when Han Qianling's talent was just showing off, but he insisted on joining the Luo clan, there was a violent commotion in the Chen clan, and he tossed and tossed for half a month.  In the end, Chen's loss of the right to be buried in the ancestral grave was one of the results of coercion and intimidation.

    The place where Mrs. Chen was buried is rich in water and grass. Although it is not picturesque, the environment is pleasant enough.  It's just that the tomb was too deserted, and no one came to the funeral except Han Qianling himself.

    Han Qianling was carefully painting the stele with gold lacquer. Luo Jiujiang glanced at it, and saw two lines of concise and crisp words: "Tomb of Chen Shishuhong¡ªHan Qianling Standing".

    Han Qianling retracted his wrist, finished the last stroke, put the penholder on the inkstone beside him, turned to look at Luo Jiujiang: "Didn't you go to Mr. Luo to practice, why did you return it?"

    "Someone has reported to me." Luo Jiujiang didn't know what to say, but whispered, "Qianling"

    Don't set up a mourning shed, and don't hold funeral banquets.  From coffin collection to burial, Han Qianling kept everything simple¡ªbut even if everything was simple, a morning would be too fast.

    Unless Chen's health deteriorates again and again, Han Qianling has long been prepared for this.

    And as a friend of Han Qianling, he was unaware of Chen's situation.

    Han Qianling nodded, indicating that he heard it.  His subordinates arranged the sacrifices in an orderly manner, twisted the incense sticks in the incense box on the side, lit three offerings, and burned the folded paper ingots as usual.

    Seeing this, Luo Jiujiang also reached out to get the incense sticks to worship, but Han Qianling pressed his hand: "What are you doing?"

    "A stick of incense for my aunt."

    Those words were like a stone thrown into the center of the lake, finally causing waves on Han Qianling's calm face like water.  He frowned slightly: "You don't have to pray, and you don't have to."

    Luo Jiujiang held Han Qianling's wrist with his backhand: "Qianling, my condolences."

    Han Qianling's expression was still calm: "The time that can't be returned, the life that can't be resurrected after death, and the emotion that can't be controlled once, these three are things that are difficult for manpower to reach, and they are also things that cannot be violated.  Just let it be, I have nothing to mourn."

    He patted a bit of paper dust on his hands and stood up: "Let's go."

    His expression was as indifferent as usual, and he really didn't have the slightest hint of sadness.

    This reaction was beyond Luo Jiujiang's expectation, but when he changed his mind, he only felt that Han Qianling's current attitude was reasonable.

    Growing up with Han Qianling and eating and sleeping together, Luo Jiujiang is well aware of the abnormalities of his best friend.  For example, when the other party feels relaxed after eating seven deep snowflakes raw, he obviously has not read the relevant materials, but he can reflect what kind of exercise it is as soon as he mentions it¡ªfor example, the body method taught by Po Luocang is "Returning Wind"  Bagua step" ability

    There are too many things like this.  Han Qianling never deliberately concealed it in front of Luo Jiujiang.

    Just as he did not hide his indifference to his dead mother at this time.

    Luo Jiujiang knew how the Chen family treated Han Qianling, but he also knew where Han Qianling's spirit stones were spent.  Before today, he always thought that although Han Qianling didn't talk about it, he still had a nostalgia for his mother's love in his heart.

    To be honest, he often felt worthless for Han Qianling before.

    "Qianling." Luo Jiujiang walked to Han Qianling's side, and walked shoulder to shoulder with him slowly towards the Luo clan's field, "SheI know Mrs. Chen treated you very badly in the past"

    Han Qianling laughed out loud, and waved his hand casually: "Since I was sensible, I knew that she had no time to take care of herself, so naturally I never expected her to take care of me. Whether it's good or not is the second priority."

    When he said this, his voice was neither soft nor heavy, his tone was neither slow nor urgent, and his face was neither sad nor happy. Even when he mentioned the Chen family who had just passed away, there was no obvious fluctuation in emotion.

    "Then when did you become sensible?"

    "From birth." Han Qianling said calmly.

    Luo Jiujiang: "" He really didn't expect Han Qianling to be joking at this time.

    In the past, it was not that Luo Jiujiang hadn't guessed the depth of Han Qianling's affection for his mother.  He only met the Chen family a few times, and Han Qianling deliberately kept him from contacting the Chen family, but based on the experience of those few visits, it is not surprising that Luo Jiujiang thinks that Han Qianling has no feelings for the Chen family  .

    At that time, Mrs. Chen hadn't lost her ability to move, so when she saw the two of them entering the door, she rushed over and pinched Han Qianling's neck.  He saw how Han Qianling was familiar with the way, and even got used to it, he pushed Chen away a little tiredly,??, their eyes turned in one direction together.  The next moment, Han Qianling clicked his tongue softly, and unconsciously caressed the wooden beads wrapped three times in his left hand with his right hand.

    A thin figure sitting in a wheelchair appeared a hundred steps away at some point, blocking the way in front of the two of them.

    "Master?" Luo Jiujiang looked up at the sun - he confirmed that it has not been half an hour since he left?

    Luo Cang raised his eyelids, glanced at the two of them, and said coldly, "Let's go."

    "Then I'm going back." Luo Jiujiang patted Han Qianling's shoulder helplessly, "Relax, if you have something to do, please ask Luo Qi and the others to send me a message. Although Mrs. Chen has left, I have always been here  .¡±

    Han Qianling shook his hand instead, smiled slightly, and said loudly: "We have always lived in the same courtyard, what can we not talk about until night? Go and practice your skills."

    On the way back, Luo Cang turned the wooden wheelchair that was about to peel off paint, and looked up at Luo Jiujiang from time to time.  Luo Jiujiang was terrified by him, and said in a low voice: "Master, what's wrong with me?"

    "I see why you haven't caught the cold yet." Luo Cang sneered.

    "ah?"

    "Stupid kid who sleeps on the cold kang, you can still not get sick until today, it's all because of your good looks." (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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