YM778.TV Chapter 862
Chapter 862
Push open the door of the study, she touched a black shadow in front of the desk.
There is a white light on in the room. It is dead and quiet. A large desk is placed in the middle of the wide room.
Zong Qifeng liked to practice calligraphy.
And now that often holding a brush, bent over the desk to write people are no longer.
Lin Xinyan walked over to the inkstone on the table. The black ink in the inkstone had dried up. A long smell of ink filled her. She looked at the man sitting at the table. Hesitated several times, didn\'t know how to speak to him, went to embrace him.
After a long time, hoarse said“ There will be people coming at dawn, so you have to adjust your mood as soon as possible. "
Zong Jinghao looked at everything in the room, familiar and strange, and said in a low voice, "Yan Yan, I have no family."
He lost his mother. Now there\'s no father.
Lin Xinyan\'s nose was sour again. He folded his arms and choked and said, "you and me, and our children, we will accompany you..."
Zong Jinghao imprisons her in his arms. He is very hard. Lin Xinyan\'s body almost bumps in. His face is buried in her heart, and his body trembles.
Lin Xinyan can not find words to comfort him, can only accompany him quietly.
After a long time, the day outside was a little bit bright. Zong Jinghao let her go.
Lin Xinyan looked at his calm face and knew that he was hiding his sadness now. Now is not the time to be sad.
When a man leaves, he has to feel at ease. The first thing to do is to take care of the future.
Dong Dong——
The door of the study was suddenly knocked.
Zong Jinghao said, "come in."
Yu Ma opens the door. He said, "there\'s someone at home, crying in the house."
Yu Ma has seen her before. She seems to be the only one in the clan.
"I see." Zong Jinghao stood up. The two children didn\'t sleep much that night. He asked Lin Xinyan to look after the children and go to the room by himself.
Before he entered the room, he heard a cry, that cry. Limited to the surface, loud, but people do not feel sad.
It\'s more like superficial Kung Fu.
When Zong Jinghao came into the room, he saw a man in a Chinese tunic lying on the head of the bed crying.
Although Zong Jinghao did not meet him, he still recognized Zong Qifeng\'s cousin
He will be called my cousin.
Because of their own defects, not much contact with people.
The man is thin, with big back, black hair and white silk. Skin white, a little age spots, looking very spirit.
This time, it\'s a surprise to be here so soon.
"Jinghao, big brother is not in good health. Why don\'t you tell me? How did you become a son when I didn\'t even see him for the last time? " As soon as I speak, I ask questions.
As soon as the case of Kaifeng passed away, the person who usually didn\'t communicate with each other came to find fault at home.
What does he want to do?
Zong Jinghao narrowed his eyes slightly. He was not in a hurry. "How can you come when you have time?"
"I..." Zong Yun Qian said for a moment.
In the past, he didn\'t like to come here, although with relatives.
"I\'m also surnamed Zong, not an outsider. Your father passed away. Shouldn\'t I come? " He has a fierce voice.
Zong Jinghao looked at him in silence, whether he came here today with sincerity or hypocrisy. Can\'t argue in front of Zong Qifeng, the dead is big, let him go at ease.
"I know a good funeral company..."
"I\'ve arranged it." Zongjing interrupts him.
Zong Yunqian looked slightly embarrassed. He felt that Zong Jinghao didn\'t give him face and didn\'t say anything polite.
As a matter of fact, Zong Jinghao doesn\'t want to fight him head to head. After all, he is familiar with his family and can make a living. But a person who doesn\'t usually associate with you suddenly becomes enthusiastic, which makes people have to think more about it.
If he came during the day, Zong Jinghao would not feel anything, but he knew so quickly and pretended to be sad.
The so-called, abnormal things must have a demon!
Zong Yunqian snorted. He left the room with a flick of his sleeve.
Zong Jinghao didn\'t put his beak. He took a look at the bed, and the look of his eyes fluctuated. However, he soon regained his peace, and all his emotions were hidden in the deepest place.
He took out the phone, made a call and said a few words. He hung up, put back his cell phone and walked slowly to the bedside.Lin Xinyan went to the upstairs room to see the children. Chuang Tzu Jin was watching. The little one was awake, but he didn\'t cry. The two big ones, Chuang Tzu Jin, said that they had been crying for a long time, but they just went to sleep after they were tired. They didn\'t sleep very well. Sometimes they would wake up, and when they wake up, they would find their grandfather.
She looked at the children for a while and saw that they didn\'t wake up. She wanted to come down to see who was coming. She opened the door and saw Zong Jinghao sitting on the chair at the head of the bed.
She gently closed the door again.
I\'m afraid this is the last time they get along with each other, and they will never see each other again,
It was already daybreak, and people would come soon. Their time was running out, so she didn\'t go in to disturb them.
At nine o\'clock, a motorcade came to take away Zong Qifeng\'s body. Zong Jinghao and Shen peichuan went together. Lin Xinyan stayed at home.
As soon as the news comes out, there will be people at home. Lin Xinyan has to receive guests at home. According to their custom here, our family should hang Baihou.
However, Zong Jinghao has already made arrangements, and the people from the funeral home will come to make arrangements. She needs to make arrangements for all the related matters. She only needs to receive some guests.
Today is not memorial day. Not many people will come.
"Why is it so cold at home?" A woman in a black dress came in.
Lin Xinyan didn\'t know this woman, but he thought it was a good relationship, otherwise he would not come here today, but the tone of speaking was very uncomfortable.
What is desolation?
Is it possible to celebrate the loss of family members?
She was lukewarm. "Who are you?"