Old Yu’s funeral ended at about 11: 30.
Leaving the cemetery, Yu Tingchuan didn’t go to the car in front, but got into the Cadillac joie in Song Qingcheng. When he saw the car, Dad was a little happy and quickly climbed to the other side of Song Qingcheng to give more places to Dad.
After a funeral, Yu Tingchuan’s face became thinner and his facial features became more and more divided.
Compared with grandma at that time, it was obviously harder this time.
After the car, Yu Tingchuan closed his eyes and rested. Song Qingcheng didn’t make any noise. He took out the funeral home and found a string to play with joie.
Joie has a quiet personality and is especially patient with playing these small games unlike those big boys.
After a long time YuTingChuan opened his eyes.
Seeing how big and small the game is, his eyes are full of warmth. "How old are you to play this kind of children’s game?"
Song city hands holding a rope look back at him "I don’t just play with children is also called back to nature"
"Is it not dizzy to play with these cars?"
"Not dizzy"
Song city heart eyes rested on his eyes "no longer have a rest? It’s still twenty minutes from the suburbs to the city. "
Yu Tingchuan said, "Go home at noon and have a good sleep."
After the funeral, all relatives and friends will have a meal of’ Jiechoujiu’.
Yu’s family naturally has this arrangement.
Book a five-star hotel for dinner.
The car stopped at the hotel basement. Song Qingcheng followed Yu Tingchuan’s car and noticed that the vehicles came one after another. She didn’t forget to pull joie’s little child to run out of the accident and walk to the ladder. Her other hand was held by Yu Tingchuan.
Song Qingcheng corners of the mouth slightly raised.
This feeling is like being treated like a big child, but it makes her feel down to earth.
Yu Tingchuan’s cell phone rang in the ladder.
He pressed the answer key and the line was closed in a few words.
Song Qingcheng remembered what he asked, "Are all the relatives and friends who have come to mourn coming to dinner?"
"This custom is not much different from Yu Rao’s. If you really can’t afford the time base, you will come over." Yu Tingchuan said with a gentle look and cast her facial features. "What’s the matter? Do you want to see anyone?"
"… just asking"
Song city was afraid that he wouldn’t believe it and added, "No other meaning."
Coming out of the ladder is the banquet hall.
Song Qingcheng led joie into the banquet hall and Yu Tingchuan had something to leave. She was called by Yu Rong to sit with Fu Min, and her mother and daughter just sat at a table with her family. Yu Rong said, "Let’s eat the second child first, and then we will come over. Dad is old and has limited energy. Many things still need to be arranged by the second child."
Looking at the bustling guests, Song Qingcheng didn’t find the figure in the memory, as if what the funeral home saw this morning was an illusion.
Think of yesterday evening to see Song Guan froze and froze for a moment, and then be calm as water.
Looking at her heart, I am not disappointed, and I am not jealous and sad.
Maybe it’s because I haven’t expected it for a long time
The Los Angeles store happened to meet Song Qingcheng. In retrospect, at that time, I realized that I was chasing the present, but now I don’t have any impulse to recognize him.
So what if her mother has a husband and daughter and squeezes into their lives, except for being out of place for a long time, which will cause disgust.
When the time comes, it is better to be hypocritical than not to admit it from the beginning.
It’s not difficult to do it separately.
……
Yu Tingchuan walked out of the banquet hall and went to the door of a room on the 15th floor of the hotel. When Xiao Fan saw him coming, the boss immediately greeted him and said that people had already waited inside.
After receiving the room card, Yu Tingchuan gave an account of "coming back in half an hour"
Small fan nodded to the ladder over there.
Yu Tingchuan stood in front of the door for a few minutes, then put the room card in the induction lock, pushed the door open and walked into the room in a burst of sweet music.
Song Guan is sitting on the sofa with a cup of boiled water.
Hearing the door open, she looked at Fang Xuan.
Song Guan is not familiar with this ex-nephew Mu Qingyu. When she got married, she and Mu Xinan went abroad with Mu Rong’s language and didn’t attend the wedding ceremony. When I saw Yu Tingchuan at the funeral home this morning, my first impression was that she was sedate and graceful. It was hard to imagine that she was a man who was dazzled by beauty in Mu Rong’s language.
It’s not surprising that Song Guan was stopped halfway to realize that the other party knew his identity.
I can sit here now because she insists.
If she compromised at that intersection and left Yutingchuan, I’m afraid she wouldn’t come to see her and would try her best not to let her see her daughter.
Yutingchuan sat opposite her but didn’t rush to speak.
The atmosphere in the room became weird for a while.
Song Guan looked at Yu Tingchuan nearby. Until this moment, she still tried to digest the fact that her daughter married Yu Tingchuan. Lu Xishan didn’t admit that this daughter Anqi Lujia was in a situation all these years. It is conceivable that her grandmother died alone and had no strong family background. On which way to start, she and Yu Tingchuan are not a good match.
Song Guan clenched his leg and handbag slightly at the thought of those words.
The only certainty is that her daughter has not had a good life these years.
The last impatient is Song Guan.
She looked at Yu Tingchuan and said, "I won’t play charades with you. You are Qingyu’s ex-husband Yu Mu. After all, the two families are in-laws and now the girl around you … I had a baby before I remarried." Song Guan added, "I thought she had passed away, but I didn’t expect to be depressed at the old funeral. I learned that she was my daughter. Before I came back, I didn’t want to leave her alone."
"Is it too late to come back to the management committee now?"
Yu Tingchuan’s tone is smooth and straightforward. "She’s doing well now. I’m afraid she’s not feeling well."
Song Guan stared at this magnanimous man in front of him and recognized that he was not joking. He took a deep breath and said, "She’s with you now. I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t know if I’m a good mother. I should let her speak for herself instead of being told by others."
Yu Tingchuan said, "She is my wife, and what I do is naturally good for her."
"What about her? Have you asked her for advice?"
"It is of little significance to deny this daughter for so many years."
Song Guan’s chest is blocked with gas. "It doesn’t matter if you say it or not." She said, and she picked up the bag. "Yu Jia’s solution to dirty wine is here to recognize me as a mother, let alone you, and even she doesn’t count if she speaks it herself."