When Meng Guangqing¡¯s urn was put into the small square pit, Mrs. Meng¡¯s back, which had always been straight, still bent down.
Tears overflowed from her eyes behind her sunglasses, but she closed them tightly and tried her best to hold them back.
Meng Yan was supporting Old Mrs. Meng on the side. Feeling the change in the old lady's mood, he patted her shoulder silently.
Mrs. Meng also patted the back of Meng Yan's hand and shook her head gently.
No one was in the mood to speak, nor did they want to speak, so as not to disturb this rare silence.
Suddenly, a bell rang, and the cheerful music was particularly abrupt in the solemn funeral.
The sharp light from Mrs. Meng¡¯s eyes penetrated through the dark lenses and stared directly at Meng Xianming.
Meng Xianming didn't expect that he would get a call suddenly, but when he saw the number, his eyes lit up with excitement and he couldn't wait to answer it.
"Yan'er? Yan'er, where are you? Where have you gone? You're worried about me! What? What did you say? Please speak louder, I can't hear you"
Before I finished speaking, bang! With a loud sound, Meng Xianming received a heavy punch in the face.
He was unprepared and almost fell into the half-buried grave.
By the time he finally regained his balance, the phone had long since fallen out of his hands and hit the marble tombstone, causing it to shut down automatically.
After finally waiting for the call, the signal was cut off. Meng Xianming was so angry that his eyes almost bulged out, and he pointed at Jiang Ran and started to curse.
"You dare to hit me? Are you relying on the fact that today is your grandfather's funeral, so I don't dare to do anything to you?"
Jiang Ran¡¯s punch just now was with all his strength. The joints on the back of his hand were red, and the skin was broken in some places.
With his eyes red, he raised his foot and kicked her again: "It's now like this, and you're still thinking about that woman. How can you be so shameless? Do you still have family in your eyes?"
Meng Xianming covered his swollen cheeks and retorted not to be outdone: "You have family in your eyes, why do you beat me like this? I won't beat you today. I think you forgot that your surname is after your father and me. !¡±
After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and waved his fist towards Jiang Ran.
Jiang Ran also fought back at the same time, but before he could take action, he was stopped from behind by Meng Yunchao and several other juniors.
Meng Yunchao said with a sullen face: "Fourth, he can't carry it clearly, do you want to be like him?"
Jiang Ran has long been jealous, and it is useless for anyone to come.
He used his fists and kicks to kick all the juniors who were holding him away. Some of them were injured before they had time to dodge.
The scene suddenly fell into chaos, and it was about to be unstoppable.
Mrs. Meng took a breath: "That's enough!"
Her voice was very low, but strangely passed through the crowd and reached everyone's ears.
Everyone was stunned and turned to look at Old Mrs. Meng.
A person who has been proud all his life now has an unconcealable tiredness on his face.
She didn¡¯t say much, just waved her hand: ¡°The funeral is over, let¡¯s go back. Boss, you are responsible for seeing off the guests.¡±
If it was normal, Mrs. Meng would have been angry a long time ago.
But the calmness at this time is far more terrifying than anger.
Meng Yuansen winked at Meng Yan. Meng Yanquan treated him as nothing but air and didn't even look at him, but he still supported the old lady and whispered persuasion.
"Grandma, it's going to rain soon, let's go back. Grandpa has worked hard all his life, and now he can have a good rest."
Mrs. Meng nodded, took one last look at the tombstone, sighed, and left.
It wasn¡¯t until the person was far away that Meng Yunchao poked Jiang Ran¡¯s head angrily.
"Why are you so impulsive? He hasn't been like this for a day or two. What's wrong with you holding back on an occasion like today? It's okay now. When have you ever seen grandma like this?" (Remember this site) Website: www.hlnovel.com