Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

There were sporadic sounds of wind and beating on the street. They were obviously festive sounds, but they were very withered.

Song Tingran stood at the door of Song's restaurant, in a small sedan chair, completely enclosed, while the girl-in-law was crying sadly beside her.

This must be a gift for the underworld. Song Tingran didn't know how she sent it last time. At that time, she was busy chasing Luo Mingyue's carriage.

Looking at it this time, I just feel so upright. The matter of ghost marriage was aroused, and everyone knew that Yue Dahe kowtowed and fainted yesterday.

Everyone is well aware of today's scene, but they can only lament or discuss it, but can't do anything.

Song Tingran prepared a box of delicious food and juice, ready to visit Xiaomei.

"My wife, where are you going?" Wen Ci asked.

"Today is Xiaomei's ghost wedding. I want to go see him. Since I can't save Yue Dahe, I might as well send Xiaomei off. Such a good person shouldn't die."

Wen Ci frowned, feeling that this matter was a bit unlucky. Before coming to the restaurant this morning, he had already given the compensation money to Luo Mingyue. He knew the whole process about Xiaomei and felt very sorry.

But a ghost marriage is a ghost marriage, and it cannot change the facts.

"Master Wife, why don't you go? I always feel that it is really unlucky."

"I'm just going to give you a ride. It won't take long."

Seeing that Song Tingran was very insistent, Wen Ci said that he would go with him so that if anything happened, he would have a helper.

This matter spread within the Song family, and all the husbands were going there one after another. Song Tingran couldn't treat one favorably. He looked at the time and said, "Then let's all go together."

The Zaizai were all playing in the yard of the inn at the back. It was very safe, and the waiters in the shop would take a look at them from time to time.

"Master Wife, aren't we going to the field where we were last time? That's where the coffin is..." Sang Cheng asked.

"If you don't go there, I can't see being buried alive. Just go to the previous house and give Xiaomei a gift before burying her."

Qiao Jinshu: "That's good. I also did some psychological construction along the way."

Shi Yan: "We'll be there soon. Once we get in, let's all be quiet."

"Okay." Each of the husbands responded to what Shi Yan said.

Yang Lixiang stood at the door of the house and saw Song Tingran coming. She was very nervous and walked over directly.

"Miss Song, what are you doing here again? This time it was all agreed upon, there are no mistakes."

During this period, Yang Lixiang had obviously lost a lot of weight and looked more haggard. A wrinkle on her forehead that should not have appeared at her age was also obvious.

Song Tingran took the food box from Sang Cheng's hand and shook it, "I'm not here to see you, I'm here to see Xiaomei off."

"Don't be so pretentious here. You don't know my Xiaomei. If it weren't for you, my Xiaomei would have been buried long ago!"

Yang Lixiang was a little out of control. She quickly calmed herself down. Today was the day of Xiaomei's wedding. She still had to be happy and lively. The most important thing was not to make any more mistakes.

Song Tingran walked in, followed by the husband, who didn't speak the whole time and kept quiet.

The huge coffin smelled rancid inside, but it was beautifully decorated.

"Miss Song, do you think the compensation to Luo Mingyue is not enough? We...we can talk again. Please don't disturb my Xiaomei."

Song Tingran ignored her, opened the food box, placed the food inside one by one, carefully placed the chopsticks, and opened the juice.

At this point, Yang Lixiang was also dubious. She didn't understand why Song Tingran and Xiaomei didn't know each other at all, and they had even had troubles over the dark marriage, so why did they come here to pay homage.

"Okay, you don't have to think too much, I'm just here to give Xiaomei some food, which are all specialties of my restaurant."

Song Tingran turned and left, and the husbands followed her again. Yang Lixiang felt uneasy, "Miss Song, can you tell me why you came to see Xiaomei off?"

The two of them walked to the corner of the house alone. In fact, there were not many people here. Compared to the first time, it was much deserted.

Yang Lixiang said that she wanted Xiaomei's ghost marriage to be a lively event, so she hired a lot of people. This time she didn't hire anyone. If the most people came, it was the Song family who sent her to prison. It was really strange to think about it. ridiculous.

"Why? Why do you want to come here?"

"Miss Yang, please calm down. Xiaomei wants you to live well and doesn't want you to be immersed in grief all the time. I'm sorry for her death, but she deserves to be respected and remembered by everyone who doesn't know her. "

"What do you mean?" Yang Lixiang didn't understand.

"It seems that your family members haven't contacted you yet. They have been helping with the floods. Instead, people from Xiangchuan Village signed a letter, hoping to release you from prison as soon as possible, because the person Xiaomei loves most is you."

Yang Lixiang covered her heart, tears falling heavily and she couldn't stop them and couldn't wipe them away.

"By the way, the new news I got is that the government office in Xiangchuan is going to erect a statue of Xiaomei in the town to record the good deeds she has done."

"You lied. She was so disobedient. I told her not to let her help, but she didn't listen. She said that she had helped many people and even saved a child from the water. But that afternoon, she never came back. , a disobedient child, what is there to commemorate!”

A mother's cry echoed throughout the house in an instant, expressing grievance, heartache, and reluctance...

Yang Lixiang didn't care about anything. She slumped on the ground and looked at the position of the coffin. She didn't have the strength to stand up again.

"Miss Yang, Xiaomei deserves to be remembered in everyone's heart. You are her mother, and she hopes that you will live well in the future. Didn't you say last time that her wish was gone? Just ask everyone, her My wish is that you can start your life again.”

Yang Lixiang waved her hand weakly, "You can go, I don't have to worry about my own housework, but thank you for sending food to Xiaomei. Those dishes look good, she will like it."

"Condolences, hero's mother."

Song Tingran's family walked away for a long time before Yang Lixiang stood up from the ground, stumbled and lay on the coffin, and continued to cry.

"Xiaomei, darling Xiaomei."

When we returned to the restaurant, the surroundings were bustling, which was completely different from just now.

Song Tingran also sorted out her mood. She had done everything she had to do and had nothing to regret.

The Song family's cubs were playing next to the door of the restaurant. Song Lingjia threw his bag and flew out with too much strength.

"I'll pick it up!"

Song Lingjia ran to the middle of the road, and a carriage came slowly. The window was open, and sitting inside was Zhu Xuanzhou.

The wind blew open his veil, revealing a pale and sickly face, with not even a trace of blood on his mouth.