C1838 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1765
C1838 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1765
Ye Bo nodded and pulled her out when she was about to leave, "Be careful."
Soong Mengjie felt her heart warm up. After nodding, she rushed back to the garage.
"I'm really sorry, I'm just a new hand. I've only been on the road a few times, and this sort of thing happened already." The young man kept apologizing.
The traffic police took a look at the scene and took a picture before walking to Ding Yiyi. "I'll need your help later."
"Alright." Ding Yiyi nodded and signed.
After finishing all this, the police looked at the man who had been squatting on the side of the road in low spirits, "Did we bump into something? Would you like someone to take him to the hospital? "
"Thank you. My father is fine." Ding Yiyi looked worried.
"Dad, if it's too forced, let's go back." Fu Fengyi's death was a huge blow to Ding Dacheng. He had barely slept a wink this week. Both sides of his face were sunken in.
Ding Dacheng shook his head in a daze, "I should go. Maybe the heavens sent a car to punish me. Maybe I should redeem myself and die."
"Grandfather, this is not your problem." Although Ye Miao didn't have much of an impression of this grandpa, he knew that this grandpa was someone very important to his mother, so he controlled his temper and replied.
"Looks like I'm going to be late." Madame Meng also came along, saying that she had to take care of Ye Shuimo.
Ye Miao turned around and looked at her. He really didn't like this scheming woman in front of him.
More than half the time had already passed, and it was too late to go to the mourning hall, so the company that was responsible for pulling the carriage did not say anything either.
He could vaguely see a car driving towards them. As it passed by, it suddenly came to a halt. Soong Mengjie got out of the car and said, "Yiyi."
After loading a few people, the car once again headed towards the venue.
Soong Mengjie looked at Ye Miao in the rearview mirror. Although no one had asked any questions about this child, she vaguely felt that Ye Family treating this child was not normal.
Shouldn't it be better to treat your son? However, Ye Family seemed to be a bit polite with him, but he didn't know why.
She turned her gaze back to Ding Dacheng, who looked dispirited. She sighed silently. He was already so old, yet he still encountered such a thing. No one would be able to accept it.
When they finally arrived at the mourning hall, Ding Yiyi supported Ding Dacheng out of the car. When Ye Miao got off the car, he seemed to have found something, "Mom, you guys go in first, I'll be there shortly."
In the mourning hall, most of the people had already left. When they saw Ding Yiyi and Ding Dacheng walk in, the atmosphere turned serious.
Normally, Ding Yiyi would sit at the host's seat and attend the meeting early, but the situation was too complicated and troublesome. As she followed beside Ding Dacheng, she saw Ye Nianmo at first glance.
Their gazes met in the air, exchanging worried emotions. How could Ye Nianmo not see her pale face, so he was sure of what happened when they arrived.
Mo Xiaojun suddenly stood up, "I'm leaving first."
"Xiaojun, don't be like this." Hai Qingqing quickly took his hand, worried that he would cause trouble again.
"Xiaojun." Ye Zimo, who was standing at the side, finally said, "No one is allowed to cause trouble today."
For a moment, everyone was speechless as they silently returned to their seats.
Tears streamed down Ding Dacheng's face as he knelt on the ground instead of on the praying mat. Ding Yiyi knelt beside him. There was nothing much to say about this. There was no way to change this.
Someone was walking beside her. She turned her head and looked at Ye Nianmo, who was also kneeling beside her.
Between the touch of his arm and his arm, he said softly, "I'm here."
"Enough." Ye Zimo pinched the bridge of her nose and stood up. "Grandfather, please go home. Have a good rest for the next few days."
Ding Yiyi's face turned pale. She was subconsciously rejecting them and telling them to go back was still unforgivable.
"I'm really sorry." Ding Dacheng changed his direction while kneeling.
"Daddy, it's enough. Please get up." In the end, Ding Yiyi still couldn't stand it. Her father was already so old, so even if it was a mistake, she would still bear the burden in the future.
Ding Dacheng refused to get up, so Ye Nianmo pulled him up, "I'll send you guys back."
She nodded silently. They were not welcome here, so she could only return first.
Soong Mengjie and Lee Yixuan also stood up, "I will also send you back."
Lee Heetai pulled down his son's hand and lowered his voice, "This is someone else's family business, so don't interfere. Sit down."
"By the way, where's Shuimo?" Hai Ziyu suddenly spoke up, and everyone realized that Ye Shuimo was gone.
The cars were like a maze. Ye Shuimo's body could only reach the handle of the cars. She tried her best to find them. She clearly saw the figure beside her mother just now.
Her brother had grown so much taller that even though his appearance was different from what she remembered, she could still recognize him instantly. That was, the person in her memories couldn't be wrong.
At the same time, Ye Miao was also looking for someone. When he got off the car, he saw that policeman.
The policeman seemed to be talking to someone. He couldn't see the other person's face, which meant that they were both relatively short, so they should be on the roof. If it wasn't a particularly short man, then it must be a woman.
He had a hunch that there was something wrong with the policeman. He had checked the location of the condolences. It was a very easy place to jam a car. Moreover, with today's situation, the traffic jams should be even more severe. That police officer was really efficient.
That glance just now had given him the idea that this might not have been an accident.
Found it! A police car was parked behind the flower bed. The police car was empty and the license plate had been taken off.
A man came singing over, carrying a square object wrapped in brown paper.
There was definitely no such thing just now. What was inside?
Ye Miao carefully took out his knife while the other person was still some distance away and buried the knife in the ground. Then, he hid behind the car.
The policeman carefully held the package. The contents inside were so important that he didn't even want to give up on the trunk.
When he was reversing the car, he stopped and the back tire made a "pu pu pu" sound. "What are you doing?" He got out of the car and squatted down to examine the floor.
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Ye Miao's hand just happened to be able to hook onto the paper bag on the car cushion. He carefully opened up a small hole in the bag and a corner of the coin was revealed.
"Shuimo, Shuimo, where are you?" The police officer who was preparing to repair the car was jolted awake by the sudden voice. He stood up and left with the paper bun without a care for the car.
Ye Miao saw Ye Family running towards them in a hurry. The child that Madame Meng picked up was her half-sister, whom she hadn't seen for a long time.
Ye Shuimo kicked her leg. Her frustration from not being able to find her brother almost made her cry.
"obedient child, you can't mess around today." Madame Meng held Ye Shuimo as she coaxed her on the side of the car.
Ye Miao, who had been hiding behind the car, suddenly realized that Madame Meng's height was exactly the same as the car.
What was she thinking? How could it be her? It was all because of that old man who kept instigating the idea of protecting the people around him, making him feel suspicious.
Ye Shuimo looked around. "I'm not going back. I'm looking for my brother."
He was somewhat surprised. The two of them had always been separated by a wide variety of factors, but he never expected that his sister would have such a strong favorable impression of him.
Madame Meng hurriedly coaxed him and led him away. Coincidentally, Soong Mengjie also accepted Ding Yiyi's request to come out and find Ye Miao. The two of them walked towards the car together.
Fu Fengyi's condolences were finally over. All that was left was the coffin. There was an invisible awkwardness between Ye Family and himself.
When Lee Yixuan was about to leave, Ding Yiyi asked Ye Miao to follow him. With Ye Family and current circumstances, it was a kind of injury to the child.
Although Ye Miao was worried about her, he couldn't stand her orders, so he could only temporarily return to Uruk.
Early in the morning, Ding Yiyi opened the door to let Dong Qing in. She hadn't slept all night, so she looked pale.
Dong Qing didn't say anything, but just patted her shoulder. "I really don't need to accompany you today."
"No need, today is Grandma's funeral, so I'll leave it to you to accompany my dad." Ding Yiyi looked into the room. "He hasn't spoken recently. I'm very worried."
"Don't worry, I'm here." Dong Qing lightly placed a hand on her shoulder. "You too, don't give yourself so much pressure."
While they were talking, Soong Mengjie also came. She knew that Ding Yiyi was very busy today and wanted to cook for Ding Dacheng.
After sending Ding Yiyi off, the two strangers sat in the living room. Ding Dacheng was still sleeping so he had nothing to do.
"Are you a good friend of Yi Yi?" Dong Qing was the first to speak.
Soong Mengjie nodded. "Yes, we've been together since childhood. We've been together for decades now."
Has it been decades? He lowered his head and pursed his lips.
"I've betrayed her." Soong Mengjie thought back to that time and felt even more sorry for Ding Yiyi. The emotions in her heart churned. "She's worth being happy for."
cemetery
The Ye Family was very generous, and bought almost half of the entire floor of the cemetery. Fu Fengyi had chosen to design the cemetery herself when she realized that her body was still healthy, but she never thought that she would encounter it so suddenly.
The weather was clear and there was a breeze occasionally. Ye Family was present. Two coffins were placed together and one of them was relatively old with patterns embedded in the mud.
It was very new, exactly the same as the design of the old coffin. Two coffins were placed parallel to each other.
Everyone held flowers in their hands as they made their final farewell. Ye Zimo walked past the coffin and carefully caressed every inch of the patterns on the coffin. Her eyes were tired and filled with sadness.
After placing the chrysanthemum on the coffin, he walked two rounds around the coffin before leaving.
After everyone followed suit and walked around in a circle, the monk's tone also suddenly changed. Ye Zimo stood next to the button.
As long as he pressed the button, the two coffins would be buried under the earth, and he would be able to sleep underground for a long time.
He had been standing, no one had urged him, no one knew what he was thinking.
Jiu Jiu cried softly while Yan Mingyao comforted her. She turned her head and coincidentally saw Ding Yiyi, who had been silent all this time.
In the future, she might not even be able to raise her head when she was in the Ye Family.
He turned his gaze to the side of someone's face. His wife was currently looking at Ye Nianmo's back with a face of infatuation.
She had never looked at him with that kind of burning gaze before. She had chased after her, but she never looked back. She only chased after Ye Nianmo, who would also never turn back.
With a mechanical sound, he regained his senses and watched as the coffin slowly descended.
An era was over.