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Chapter 12 Funeral
Chapter 12 Funeral
That night, Chang Qing fell asleep and kept his eyes open until dawn.
Zhang's mother called him early in the morning, for fear that he would not come. "Mr. Lu will be sent to be cremated at ten in the morning. Can you come over? At least take a look at him."
Chang Qing's throat became hoarse. He grabbed the water next to the cabinet and took a few sips. He cleared his throat, and before Ma Zhang called him, he replied, "I'll be right back."
Ma Zhang heard that he said "come back" and was relieved. She said, "Where are you now? I'll ask Ah Jian to pick you up?"
A Jian is the new driver that Lu Xuan recruited.
Chang Qing didn't say a word. Zhang's mother had eaten more salt than he had eaten at this age. How could she not know what he was thinking? She immediately said, "I'll ask Ah Jian to pick you up, you can send the location to I."
Chang Qing hesitated for a while, and sent the location to Zhang's mother.
After hanging up the phone, after washing and rinsing often, he took a shower and asked the waiter to buy him a new set of clothes.
Reluctantly to pack himself up, Chang Qing looked at himself in the mirror, and found that his face was still ugly, his eyes were red and swollen, and his eyes were blue and black. .
There was no way to see people at all, so Chang Qing slapped some cold water on his face, trying to make himself more energetic, but it didn't help much.
After an unknown amount of time, Ah Jian called him. Chang Qing answered the phone and walked out of the hotel with a paper bag containing old clothes.
A Jian received him, carefully glanced at his face, and said softly, "How is the temperature of this air conditioner? Will it be cold?"
Chang Qing didn't have much energy, so he just said "um".
Ah Jian couldn't figure out what he meant, and didn't dare to ask. He reached out and turned up the air conditioner in the car, "It's a bit far here, you can sleep, you'll be there when you wake up."
Chang Qing was also really sleepy, so after hearing Ah Jian's words, he didn't say anything and closed his eyes.
There was a fresh, faint scent in the car, and Chang Qing remembered that Lu Xuan also had it.
He is a serious man in every way. He only uses one perfume. Chang Qing doesn't know what kind of fragrance it is, but the smell is delicate and light, as gentle as Lu Xuan, and he won't get tired of smelling it for a long time.
Chang Qing opened his eyes, moved his lips, and asked, "What kind of fragrance is this?"
A Jian was stunned for a moment, "Huh? Fragrance?"
Chang Qing asked again, A Jian replied: "This is a car aromatherapy, I don't know what it smells, but it smells good, don't you like it? Don't you like me replacing it?"
After a while, Chang Qing said, "No need to change."
Ah Jian glanced at him in the rearview mirror. He wanted to say something, but he didn't. He thought to himself, his face was ugly enough, wouldn't there be any problem?
Ah Jian hasn't been here for a long time, and he doesn't really have much affection for Lu Xuan. After the incident, he didn't have much reaction except feeling sorry, but the people who worked with Lu's family around were old people, so The atmosphere of sadness was very strong, and after a long time, he also felt a little uncomfortable, and became more and more sensitive, for fear that if he said one more sentence, others would wipe away tears.
It is better not to say anything rather than comforting and sympathizing.
Ah Jian firmly believed in this, so he closed his mouth and said as little as he could.
He thought about it this way, and then looking back from the rearview mirror, he saw Chang Qing leaning in front of the car window and closing his eyes, he couldn't help but drive the car slower, so that he could sleep better.
Chang Qing didn't fall asleep, how could he fall asleep? He sniffed and felt the long journey. He couldn't help but open his eyes and asked, "Is it not there yet?"
Ah Jian heard his voice and said repeatedly, "It's almost there."
Chang Qing sat up straight, rubbed his face, and said nothing.
This time, Ah Jian accelerated, and in less than ten minutes, he drove the car to the Lu family's old house.
When Chang Qing returned to Lu's house after a few days, he suddenly felt strange.
Song Jian barely gave him time to breathe, and took him directly to the gate of the Lu family and stopped.
Zhang's mother waited in front of the door early, and when she saw Song Jian's car approaching, she came to pick him up.
"Azheng has set up an ice coffin and won't let Mr. Lu be cremated for a long time. You should have come back and talk about him. It's so hot now, how can you keep it for a long time." Zhang Ma said with a sigh.
It had been a week since Chang Qing had left the Lu family. During this week, Lu Zhen had not let Lu Xuan be cremated.
Chang Qing couldn't tell what he felt. Compared to him, an outsider, Lu Xuan's family was naturally the most painful to Lu Xuan's death. Can he really face them calmly?
Ma Zhang took him through the door and took him to Lu Xuan's room, "The ice coffin has been parked at home, I have been persuading him to hurry up and bury him, it has been stopped for a week, and it has started to smell a little bit. If this goes on, Mr. Lu will be there Where is the comfort down there?"
Although Ma Zhang was complaining, her tone was filled with grief and sorrow. Although birth, old age, sickness and death were inevitable, for a person of Zhang Ma's age, the most afraid of white-haired people sending black-haired people.
She shook her head and took Chang Qing to Lu Xuan's room, fearing that he would be uncomfortable being alone, so she stayed to accompany him.
When they got to Lu Xuan's room, Zhang's mother closed her mouth, and their eyes fell on the ice coffin that was placed in the middle of the bedroom where the bed was supposed to be.
The upper part of the ice coffin was made of transparent glass, and the cold air formed a vague white layer on the surface of the glass, which made Lu Xuan's face a little unclear.
At this time, Lu Xuan put on a brand-new suit and lay upright in the ice coffin, with his hands folded on his abdomen. A ring on his finger was covered in frost, showing a dim light between his fingers. light.
There was plenty of air-conditioning in the bedroom. As if Zhang Ma was already prepared, she took out a thin quilt and put it on Chang Qing, "...Look at him...I'm going out." Zhang Ma suppressed her voice, for fear of waking up. Like Lu Xuan, after talking to Chang Qing, he gently twisted the doorknob on the door and left.
In this Nuoda's bedroom, only Chang Qing and Lu Xuan, who were already lying in the ice coffin, were left.
Chang Qing walked to the ice coffin and stood, his lips moved, and said softly, "...I'm sorry."
His self-righteousness, his inattentiveness, and his laxity all harmed Lu Xuan. He was really sorry for him.
However, even if he said these words, Lu Xuan couldn't hear them.
Chang Qing reached out and wiped the surface of the ice coffin, and saw Lu Xuan's face clearly.
At this time, Lu Xuan's eyes were tightly closed, his cheeks were pale and bloodless, but he still maintained his youngest and handsome appearance.
Chang Qing didn't know how long he had stayed here. He had a lot of things to say to Lu Xuan, but he couldn't say a word, and a thousand words could only be turned into meaningless "I'm sorry".
It was at this moment that Lu Zhen broke into the bedroom.
Chang Qing was startled, turned his head to look, and saw Lu Zhen's face.
Lu Zhen's eyes were red without resting at all, his eyes were blue and black, his face was gray, and there was a shocking blood cut on his chin. No treatment, still bleeding.
Lu Zhen saw Chang Qing, lowered his eyes, and gently closed the door with his backhand.
Chang Qing didn't dare to look at him, and the fingers holding the ice coffin also stretched, showing a blue and white color.
Lu Zhen walked up to him and stared at Lu Xuan's face. After a while, he suddenly said, "If Ma Zhang doesn't ask you to come back, are you going to leave like this?"
When Chang Qing heard him speak, his head seemed to be overwhelmed, and he lowered his head, "No."
Lu Zheng listened, but did not speak.
After a while, he opened his mouth and said, "Ten o'clock, the elder brother is cremated, have you spoken to him?"
"……Um."
Lu Zhen stretched out his finger and wiped the surface of the ice coffin, "...What did he say at the end?"
Chang Qing raised his face, his eyes met Lu Zheng's face, Lu Zheng looked at him, those scarlet eyes stared straight at him, and repeated the question: "What did he say last?"
Chang Qing looked away and lowered his head, "... He said, don't look at him, he doesn't hurt, he's fine."
Lu Zheng suddenly laughed, "He only said these words?"
To death is so... so gentle, Lu Zheng's smile is also tingling, and it freezes after only a few laughs.
Chang Qing was silent, his fingers tightening on the edge of the ice coffin.
The atmosphere became heavy again.
After a long while, Lu Zheng said, "He is a good brother."
"……Um."
"And a good husband, right?"
Chang Qing lifted his eyelids, looked at Lu Zhen, and said "um" heavily, "He's fine."
Lu Teng smiled, with a relieved and relaxed smile, and he whispered, "He's been tired for half his life, it's time to take a good rest."
At ten o'clock, the funeral home called by Lu Zheng picked up Lu Zheng's body and sent it to cremation, and Chang Qing also lived and returned to Lu's house.
Neither Lu Shi nor Lu Hua wanted to see anyone, so Chang Qing didn't see them.
Sleepless all night, the next morning, Lu Xuan's funeral began.
Chang Qing and Lu Zheng were both dressed in black and witnessed the whole process of Lu Xuan's ashes being buried in the cemetery with everyone.
There were mourning cries all around, and Chang Qing's eyes also turned red.
After the funeral, Lu Zheng walked up to Chang Qing and held out a hand.
Chang Qing looked at a familiar box in his hand and was stunned for a moment.
Lu Zhen whispered, "Yours, you won't want it, will you?"
Chang Qing took it and opened it. A ring inside was shimmering faintly. He recognized it at a glance. It was the one that Lu Xuan gave him.
Originally there were two, but the ring belonging to Lu Xuan had been cremated with him, and was buried with him.
Chang Qing picked up the ring and looked up at Lu Zhen.
Lu Zhen glanced at him, lowered his voice, and said, "Stay here, treat the Lu family as your own, just like when the eldest brother was here."
Chang Qing lowered his eyes, "Don't you blame me?"
Lu Zhen whispered, "It's not your fault."
Chang Qing did not speak.
Lu Zheng's tone became a little heavier, "It's not your fault, don't blame yourself."
Chang Qing lifted his eyelids and looked at him. He twitched the corners of his lips and wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. He looked like he was crying. After a while, he said, "…
Lu Zheng also pulled the corners of his lips, "Go home." He whispered.
"……Um."