The Story of Happiness Court

Chapter 56 Howling and Confession at the Tombstone

Qiu Yuning seldom said to Leng Hanhui with a straight face: "Literature, writer, and thinker like Mr. Liu who has a sense of responsibility, conscience, rich practical experience, and profound knowledge. It would be a great loss to lose one of them now." loss.

Especially for an old man like him who shouldn't have been delayed by his relatives in such a way, and was indifferently given up by his relatives in a way almost murdered, at the end of his life, until the last blood relative is not by his side, he is lonely and miserable To pass away from this world, people have to pay attention to the reality of old-age care.

Leng Hanhui, let me ask you, do you still have any resistance to working in Xingfuyuan? "

Leng Hanhui glanced at her: "Shut up!"

I have never had any resistance to Xingfuyuan. This girl's brain is really different from others, and her brain circuit is always turning.

Besides, I'm in a bad mood now, who has the time to listen to this girl's truth?Nagging like an old lady.

Qiu Yuning vomited in fright, turned around and ran behind Mrs. Zheng.She was really afraid that this stunned head would slap herself in the face of anger.

In Leng Hanhui's eyes, there is no distinction between men and women, only good and bad, sick and healthy.

Mr. Liu is not a person who pays attention to old etiquette. He has told him, but what about Sanqi and Wuqi? Bury him immediately after cremation. Don't let him wait in that box for too long. He is tired and needs a good night's sleep .

Leng Hanhui came to this cemetery with everyone.

It was old man Jiang Feng who bought the cemetery for Mr. Liu.

Mr. Jiang and Mr. Liu discussed it. After Mr. Liu passed away, the cemetery should be on the sunny side.

The original words of Mr. Liu are: "I spent most of my life in the study, and when I went out for interviews, I mostly stayed in the room. I seldom basked in the sun. After I died, I would lie in the sun and come here comfortably every day." Bathe in the sun."

Holding Liu's urn in both hands, Leng Hanhui walked towards the east bank of the small river in the cemetery.That is the final destination of Mr. Liu.

After Liu Jun knew that he had been deprived of his inheritance rights by Mr. Liu, he never showed his face again.

All these things were done by Mr. Jiang sending his special guard Xiao Hu over, and Mrs. Zheng and Shi Chengguang helped Leng Hanhui to complete all these things.

Therefore, Leng Hanhui did his part to become a dutiful son to bury Lao Liu's ashes.

It was nearly eleven o'clock after dinner that Leng Hanhui came to the room given to him by Mr. Liu.

Qiu Yuning and Shi Chengguang just led him to the door of this room and left.They knew that at this time, Leng Hanhui should be left alone.

Leng Hanhui opened the door. Contrary to his original imagination, it was said to be alone, but it was actually a large single with a living area of ​​more than [-] square meters.

This kind of single room is more than ten square meters larger than the single room with two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom.

The room was immaculately clean, as if someone had cleaned all the rooms not so long ago.

There are all kinds of kitchen utensils in the kitchen. There are fresh vegetables in the refrigerator. It seems that they have just been put in. There are fresh pork cut into several bags in the freezer. Looking at the label on it, it is Shi Chengguang. The pork sold in a small supermarket has a freshness date marked on it, which was put in yesterday.

There are rice, white noodles, dried noodles, and a basket of eggs weighing ten catties in the cabinet in the kitchen.

Leng Hanhui felt warm in his heart. These things were undoubtedly sent by Shi Chengguang and his little girlfriend.

And his little girlfriend also cleaned up the room.

It's just that the transparent plastic cover outside the big bed has not been removed, and the cover of the sofa has not been removed either.

Bedding such as quilts, quilts, and pillows are placed in the cabinet, and you can spread them out to sleep after taking them out.All are newly purchased bedding.

The bedroom is more than 20 square meters, very spacious.If it is daytime, the sun is also very abundant.

The balcony is large, with a rocking chair and a small coffee table next to the rocking chair.This is the place where Mr. Liu rested when he was tired of writing books.

The living room is also [-] square meters, and it is divided into two parts by a bogu shelf.Part of it is the reception area for guests, with sofas, coffee tables, and TV sets.

There is an electric kettle, a small teapot and five teacups on the coffee table.

The other part is the "study" where Mr. Liu works.

There is a desk with a row of bookshelves on the side of the wall. There are various books on the bookshelves. Leng Hanhui noticed that there is a row of shelves full of works by Mr. Liu.

An all-in-one large-screen computer is placed on the table. It is an old-fashioned computer. Some or all of Liu's works must be stored in the computer.

Seeing this, Leng Hanhui felt a surge of sadness in his heart.

Mr. Liu thought of everything for his son, but he never thought that his son would treat him like this.

Leng Hanhui always felt that there was a problem here, and now he also had an obsession in his heart.

Mr. Liu is gone, he thinks that he has no scruples anymore, he should have the responsibility to find out why Liu Jun treats his biological father so ruthlessly!

He had to act, he had to figure out this thing that was too unreasonable, and then go to Old Liu's tomb and tell the old man the truth of the matter.Although doing so was meaningless to Mr. Liu, Leng Hanhui believed that it was his responsibility.

Both the dead and the living should have the right to know why a very unreasonable and unethical thing happened.

The next day, Qiu Yuning and Mrs. Zheng came over early in the morning, followed by Shi Chengguang with a tired face.

Shi Chengguang held the bulging thermal insulation bag in his right hand, and yelled: "Qiu Yuning, you are a bully, and you agreed to buy it for you earlier, but you actually pushed it all to me! After a while, you did the finishing work, Scrubbing the toilet walls clean was your job yesterday.

Little House and I were exhausted yesterday, and you just sat motionless in front of Mr. Liu's computer, it's too much. "

Leng Hanhui took the breakfast bag from Shi Chengguang's hand and put it on the big coffee table in the living room.

That's right, just like my guess, Qiu Yuning is not a houseworker at all.

"Stone, if you marry a small house, you will have endless blessings in the future. If you marry this girl, it will be really miserable..." Before Leng Hanhui finished speaking, he was called Qiu Yuning interrupted.

"Shut up!" Leng Hanhui was taken aback, why are these words so familiar?Thinking about it again, it's over, this girl will hate herself.Yesterday, when I was in grief, this girl actually tried to reason with me, and I told her to "shut up" at that time.

"Hurry up, eat breakfast, after eating, follow us to the Xingfuyuan construction site in the southern district. Construction is temporarily closed outside, and the interior has been under construction for a long time. You, the shopkeeper, have never visited it once." Qiu Yuning said harshly said, waving his hands vigorously.

However, Leng Hanhui knew that although her EQ was a little low, she could still feel the sad and unspeakable emotions in Leng Hanhui's heart.

This is to let him go out to relax.

Xingfuyuan has really started working quickly.

In the future Xingfuyuan construction site, seven days passed in a hurry. On the early morning of the first seven days after Mr. Liu passed away, Leng Hanhui came to Wang Chuanchang cemetery alone with burning paper, tobacco, alcohol, fruit, and a large plate of braised pork.

Among these things, besides the burning paper, food and drink, they were all that Mr. Liu told Leng Hanhui to bring with him when he visited him.

Before he walked up the curve of the slope, he heard miserable howls from the direction of the cemetery where Mr. Liu was, and it seemed to be mixed with the voice of confession.

After walking a few steps, his eyes passed through the forks of the pine and cypress trees, and he could vaguely see three people in front of Liu Lao's tombstone.

One person is kneeling, and two people are standing beside him.