Shen House.
The servant Guixiang knocked on the door with a wooden tray containing soup and rice, and said, "Miss Fifth, eat something, you haven't eaten much for two days."
A gentle young woman with a slightly sad face came over and asked, "Is she still not eating?"
Gui Xiang shook her head, Shen Zhenfei only drank a few sips of porridge these days, she couldn't eat anything else, so she hid in the room and cried.
"It's getting cold, go to the back kitchen and change a bowl of shredded chicken porridge, and tell the cook to skim off the chicken fat and cook the porridge with pure soup." Young Mistress Shen ordered carefully.
Gui Xiang didn't dare to be disrespectful to Young Mistress Shen, when Mrs. Shen heard the news about the Third Young Master, she immediately passed out and fell ill. Now, Mistress Shen is taking care of all the affairs of the Shen residence.
"Yes, young mistress." Gui Xiang responded and stepped back.
“Tuk tuk tuk…”
Young Mistress Shen Da knocked on the door and called Fifth Sister, but seeing no one answered, she pushed the door open.
Seeing Shen Zhenfei crying bitterly under the quilt, the bowl of beef rice on the bedside table was already cold, so she didn't take a bite.
Young Mistress Shen sighed softly, patted Shen Zhenfei on the shoulder, and persuaded, "Fifth Sister, eat something, if you continue like this, your body will not be able to bear it."
"I want my third brother! I want my third brother!"
Shen Zhenfei buried herself in the pillow and said in a low voice. It sounded like a child who couldn't find her favorite toy, but her third brother was not a toy. Suddenly, she started crying again.
"Liar, third brother is a liar, he promised me that he will come back." As he spoke, Shen Zhenfei began to cry again.
Young Mistress Shen also picked up a handkerchief, gently wiped away the tears streaming down from the corners of her eyes, turned her back, wiped her tears silently, forced herself to be strong, walked to Shen Zhenfei's side, and sat on the edge of the bed.
She stretched out her hand and patted Shen Zhenfei's shoulder lightly, and said softly, "Third brother also doesn't want to see you become like this, look at your eyes are swollen into walnuts from crying..."
Young Mistress Shen Da pulled Shen Zhenfei up and wiped her tears with a clean piece of handkerchief.
Shen Zhenfei hugged the eldest grandma of the Shen family like a chick loving the old forest, and called out, "Sister-in-law."
The young mistress of the Shen family gently hugged Shen Zhenfei and patted her on the back, her heart was also broken.
Who said it wasn't, now that the city is full of wind and rain, it is revealed that Shen Qingchuan likes a man, and the famous Queen Ye is actually a man. Shen Qingchuan deserved to die.
The reputation of the Shen family has plummeted, and the business has also been squeezed out in various ways.
Master Shen was getting old, lost his beloved son, and listened to the city full of obscenities, accusing his third son of not being a normal person, and fell ill.
Now Shen Keyuan is busy with business, rushing up and down, Shen Yifan restrained his idle temper, started to help manage the family business, and arranged Shen Qingchuan's funeral.
--------------------------
The sky was drizzling, pattering.
A thin layer of ice formed on the ground, and the sea was at high tide. A Taoist priest walked forward in Taoist robes, holding a banner in his hand, and called out Shen Qingchuan's name one after another. The strong man carried a coffin of clothes and followed behind the Taoist priest.
The tide rises and the soul moves, and the tide calms the soul.
The white paper money was flying all over the sky and fell into the sea. After a long time, the sea was level and the tide was high. Then the Taoist put away the soul-calling banner, turned around and said to Shen Keyuan, "I have received the soul of Third Young Master Shen into this coffin, and it has been safely buried in the earth."
Shen Keyuan nodded and thanked the Taoist priest. He was calmer than before, without a trace of a smile on his face, and he had experienced a lot of vicissitudes.
The funeral was held in a very low-key manner, and few people came to participate, making it extremely deserted.
The funeral was handled by the eldest son Shen Keyuan. Shen Qingchuan could not enter the ancestral grave because he fell in love with a man and humiliated his family.
Shen Keyuan had no choice but to ask someone to find another geomantic treasure, Shen's father and Shen's mother couldn't come due to illness, and Ye Shaohua was pregnant and needed to avoid taboos, so it was not convenient to come here.
Only five brothers and sisters from the Shen family came, and Shen Xinsu's fiancé Tang Jun also came.
"Miss Zhuang, you're here." Shen Keyuan said.
Zhuang Xiaoxiao was dressed in blue, with a sad face, and said softly, "I'll give Qingchuan a ride."
"I'm interested." Shen Keyuan said, and made way for Zhuang Xiaoxiao to send a white chrysanthemum to the mourning hall.
Zhuang Xiaoxiao entered the spacious mourning hall only to find that there were quite a lot of people who came to express their condolences, some familiar faces, Miss Lu, some of Shen Ershao's cronies, and children who Shen Qingchuan had sponsored and helped before all held a White chrysanthemum.
The mourning hall is quiet, the white petals are stained with rain, and the room is filled with a sad and peaceful atmosphere.
Zhuang Xiaoxiao put the white chrysanthemum on the coffin filled with clothes, as if she had returned to the person she was when she first met Shen Qingchuan, full of worries and nothing to say.
The cold wind was blowing the white cloth in the mourning hall. She didn't feel a little fear, afraid of ghosts, but felt sad and desperate.
It seems that everything is lost, friends, crushes, brothers and so on.
After losing Shen Qingchuan, the great panic and anxiety weighed on Zhuang Xiaoxiao's heart, she was so depressed that she couldn't speak, no one would treat her as well as he did.
Shen Keyuan saw that Zhuang Xiaoxiao's face was tired and her mind was in a trance, so he asked someone to put her on a chair beside her to rest.
The funeral went smoothly, and the coffin was carried by several big men to a hill outside Bohai City. When the auspicious time came, the coffin was buried and buried in the ground.
After the guests dispersed, Shen Zhenfei cried until she fainted, and Shen Xinsu and Shen Baojun helped her back to Shen's residence.
There are wisps of winter rain under the light gray sky, and there is a small bag of soil on the top of the hill with withered vegetation, and a brand new tombstone stands on it.
An uninvited guest came, the man came forward holding a black umbrella, it was misty and rainy, I don't know how long he stood there.
The falling rain wetted his bound hair and put it in front of his left shoulder. It was glamorous and glamorous. I don't know if it was a ghost in the mountain or a fairy on the snowy mountain. The cold rain made his eyebrows and eyes look like frost. Procedure.
He walked forward slowly, his lips were pale, but he stood straight, with a white flower on his chest and a black lapel.
Before he came to Shen Qingchuan's mother, Shen Yifan rushed out with red eyes, stopped in front of him, and asked in a hateful voice, "Why are you here? Get out, don't disturb him."
"Get out of the way." Guan Boya said coldly, her voice seemed to be mixed with ice slag, slightly hoarse.
Shen Yifan blamed all of Shen Qingchuan's death on Guan Boya, Shen Qingchuan died to save him, he didn't think that Shen Qingchuan's death was also at his own fault, full of hatred he seemed to find someone to bear it.
Shen Keyuan behind him scolded and said, "Yi Fan."
Shen Yifan cast a look at Guan Boya resentfully, called "brother", and finally obediently stepped out of the way.
Shen Keyuan took out a handkerchief from his pocket, which was wrapped with a gold ring, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Guan, since I have published in the newspaper to dissolve your marriage with Qingchuan, I will return this ring to you. Home has nothing to do with it."
Shen Keyuan's tone was very flat and alienated, thinking about the past, thinking that Guan Boya is the third brother's lover after all.
Shen Keyuan didn't want to make things difficult for him, but the name of the third mistress of the Shen family could no longer be given to a man. He used Shen Qingchuan's deception as an excuse to publish a statement that the engagement between Shen Qingchuan and Guan Boya was terminated.
Guan Boya took the ring, and the inner wall of the ring was engraved with the word "Guan Boya". The handwriting was notched by rubbing the fingertips, and the surface of the ring was smooth without any traces, which shows that the original owner cherished this ring very much.
Shen Keyuan took Shen Yifan away, and there was a black cloth box with a wooden sign inside, the black cloth hung down to prevent the wind and rain from outside from drifting in.
Guan Boya sat in front of the tombstone, his fingers as cold as snow touched the stone tablet, his fingertips stroked the three characters Shen Qingchuan one by one, stroke by stroke, stroke by stroke.
The movement was extremely light, as if she was stroking Shen Qingchuan's face, a little lightly, just like in the past when Guan Boya was afraid of disturbing her lover's sleeping face, sitting on the side of the bed, gently touching Shen Qingchuan's cheek.
If his strength was a little stronger, Shen Qingchuan would wake up from his sleep, blinking his sleepy eyes, his clear eyebrows as if mountains and rivers were still flowing, and would rub his soft face against his palm affectionately, like a cat who can only act coquettishly The son came to be hot and rubbed together, lingering and whispering.
When the cold lips touch the cold stone tablet, it has already crossed the line.
Life and death are different paths, and they cannot return at the same time, and there is no question of return date.
Guan Boya's expression was flat, and the shadows hanging from his eyelashes seemed to hide it. The winter rain was long and long, and the chill was piercing.
It was getting late, Lao Jiu came forward with an umbrella and said, "Master Guan, it's time to go back."
Guan Boya stood up with normal expression, Lao Jiu was worried about him and wanted to step forward to help him.
After Guan Boya was rescued, she was unconscious and seriously injured. She almost couldn't be rescued. Lao Jiu used a trick and sent someone to Guan Boya every day to read, "Mr. Shen, I'm still waiting for you."
The day Guan Boya woke up happened to be the day Mr. Xiao Shen was buried.
Guan Boya waved away Lao Jiu's hand, he stood up, turned and left, but before he took three steps, he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, fell down with his umbrella, as if falling into black fire.
"Guan Ye!" Lao Jiu yelled in panic.
The rain outlined his brows, and the ice pellets hit Guan Boya's forehead when he was unconscious. He looked like an ordained immortal, affectionate pretending to be ruthless, and he didn't know who it was going to.
He lost his little Haitang, the mountains and rivers faded, and it was hard to find that person.
No one can taste his lip balm again, if it's a big dream, the smoke and rain will dissipate.
The author has something to say: he left a clue, so quickly guess where Xiao Haitang is.
感谢在2021-07-0211:58:07~2021-07-0311:55:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: Civil Affairs Bureau, Free Fly 10 bottles;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
The servant Guixiang knocked on the door with a wooden tray containing soup and rice, and said, "Miss Fifth, eat something, you haven't eaten much for two days."
A gentle young woman with a slightly sad face came over and asked, "Is she still not eating?"
Gui Xiang shook her head, Shen Zhenfei only drank a few sips of porridge these days, she couldn't eat anything else, so she hid in the room and cried.
"It's getting cold, go to the back kitchen and change a bowl of shredded chicken porridge, and tell the cook to skim off the chicken fat and cook the porridge with pure soup." Young Mistress Shen ordered carefully.
Gui Xiang didn't dare to be disrespectful to Young Mistress Shen, when Mrs. Shen heard the news about the Third Young Master, she immediately passed out and fell ill. Now, Mistress Shen is taking care of all the affairs of the Shen residence.
"Yes, young mistress." Gui Xiang responded and stepped back.
“Tuk tuk tuk…”
Young Mistress Shen Da knocked on the door and called Fifth Sister, but seeing no one answered, she pushed the door open.
Seeing Shen Zhenfei crying bitterly under the quilt, the bowl of beef rice on the bedside table was already cold, so she didn't take a bite.
Young Mistress Shen sighed softly, patted Shen Zhenfei on the shoulder, and persuaded, "Fifth Sister, eat something, if you continue like this, your body will not be able to bear it."
"I want my third brother! I want my third brother!"
Shen Zhenfei buried herself in the pillow and said in a low voice. It sounded like a child who couldn't find her favorite toy, but her third brother was not a toy. Suddenly, she started crying again.
"Liar, third brother is a liar, he promised me that he will come back." As he spoke, Shen Zhenfei began to cry again.
Young Mistress Shen also picked up a handkerchief, gently wiped away the tears streaming down from the corners of her eyes, turned her back, wiped her tears silently, forced herself to be strong, walked to Shen Zhenfei's side, and sat on the edge of the bed.
She stretched out her hand and patted Shen Zhenfei's shoulder lightly, and said softly, "Third brother also doesn't want to see you become like this, look at your eyes are swollen into walnuts from crying..."
Young Mistress Shen Da pulled Shen Zhenfei up and wiped her tears with a clean piece of handkerchief.
Shen Zhenfei hugged the eldest grandma of the Shen family like a chick loving the old forest, and called out, "Sister-in-law."
The young mistress of the Shen family gently hugged Shen Zhenfei and patted her on the back, her heart was also broken.
Who said it wasn't, now that the city is full of wind and rain, it is revealed that Shen Qingchuan likes a man, and the famous Queen Ye is actually a man. Shen Qingchuan deserved to die.
The reputation of the Shen family has plummeted, and the business has also been squeezed out in various ways.
Master Shen was getting old, lost his beloved son, and listened to the city full of obscenities, accusing his third son of not being a normal person, and fell ill.
Now Shen Keyuan is busy with business, rushing up and down, Shen Yifan restrained his idle temper, started to help manage the family business, and arranged Shen Qingchuan's funeral.
--------------------------
The sky was drizzling, pattering.
A thin layer of ice formed on the ground, and the sea was at high tide. A Taoist priest walked forward in Taoist robes, holding a banner in his hand, and called out Shen Qingchuan's name one after another. The strong man carried a coffin of clothes and followed behind the Taoist priest.
The tide rises and the soul moves, and the tide calms the soul.
The white paper money was flying all over the sky and fell into the sea. After a long time, the sea was level and the tide was high. Then the Taoist put away the soul-calling banner, turned around and said to Shen Keyuan, "I have received the soul of Third Young Master Shen into this coffin, and it has been safely buried in the earth."
Shen Keyuan nodded and thanked the Taoist priest. He was calmer than before, without a trace of a smile on his face, and he had experienced a lot of vicissitudes.
The funeral was held in a very low-key manner, and few people came to participate, making it extremely deserted.
The funeral was handled by the eldest son Shen Keyuan. Shen Qingchuan could not enter the ancestral grave because he fell in love with a man and humiliated his family.
Shen Keyuan had no choice but to ask someone to find another geomantic treasure, Shen's father and Shen's mother couldn't come due to illness, and Ye Shaohua was pregnant and needed to avoid taboos, so it was not convenient to come here.
Only five brothers and sisters from the Shen family came, and Shen Xinsu's fiancé Tang Jun also came.
"Miss Zhuang, you're here." Shen Keyuan said.
Zhuang Xiaoxiao was dressed in blue, with a sad face, and said softly, "I'll give Qingchuan a ride."
"I'm interested." Shen Keyuan said, and made way for Zhuang Xiaoxiao to send a white chrysanthemum to the mourning hall.
Zhuang Xiaoxiao entered the spacious mourning hall only to find that there were quite a lot of people who came to express their condolences, some familiar faces, Miss Lu, some of Shen Ershao's cronies, and children who Shen Qingchuan had sponsored and helped before all held a White chrysanthemum.
The mourning hall is quiet, the white petals are stained with rain, and the room is filled with a sad and peaceful atmosphere.
Zhuang Xiaoxiao put the white chrysanthemum on the coffin filled with clothes, as if she had returned to the person she was when she first met Shen Qingchuan, full of worries and nothing to say.
The cold wind was blowing the white cloth in the mourning hall. She didn't feel a little fear, afraid of ghosts, but felt sad and desperate.
It seems that everything is lost, friends, crushes, brothers and so on.
After losing Shen Qingchuan, the great panic and anxiety weighed on Zhuang Xiaoxiao's heart, she was so depressed that she couldn't speak, no one would treat her as well as he did.
Shen Keyuan saw that Zhuang Xiaoxiao's face was tired and her mind was in a trance, so he asked someone to put her on a chair beside her to rest.
The funeral went smoothly, and the coffin was carried by several big men to a hill outside Bohai City. When the auspicious time came, the coffin was buried and buried in the ground.
After the guests dispersed, Shen Zhenfei cried until she fainted, and Shen Xinsu and Shen Baojun helped her back to Shen's residence.
There are wisps of winter rain under the light gray sky, and there is a small bag of soil on the top of the hill with withered vegetation, and a brand new tombstone stands on it.
An uninvited guest came, the man came forward holding a black umbrella, it was misty and rainy, I don't know how long he stood there.
The falling rain wetted his bound hair and put it in front of his left shoulder. It was glamorous and glamorous. I don't know if it was a ghost in the mountain or a fairy on the snowy mountain. The cold rain made his eyebrows and eyes look like frost. Procedure.
He walked forward slowly, his lips were pale, but he stood straight, with a white flower on his chest and a black lapel.
Before he came to Shen Qingchuan's mother, Shen Yifan rushed out with red eyes, stopped in front of him, and asked in a hateful voice, "Why are you here? Get out, don't disturb him."
"Get out of the way." Guan Boya said coldly, her voice seemed to be mixed with ice slag, slightly hoarse.
Shen Yifan blamed all of Shen Qingchuan's death on Guan Boya, Shen Qingchuan died to save him, he didn't think that Shen Qingchuan's death was also at his own fault, full of hatred he seemed to find someone to bear it.
Shen Keyuan behind him scolded and said, "Yi Fan."
Shen Yifan cast a look at Guan Boya resentfully, called "brother", and finally obediently stepped out of the way.
Shen Keyuan took out a handkerchief from his pocket, which was wrapped with a gold ring, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Guan, since I have published in the newspaper to dissolve your marriage with Qingchuan, I will return this ring to you. Home has nothing to do with it."
Shen Keyuan's tone was very flat and alienated, thinking about the past, thinking that Guan Boya is the third brother's lover after all.
Shen Keyuan didn't want to make things difficult for him, but the name of the third mistress of the Shen family could no longer be given to a man. He used Shen Qingchuan's deception as an excuse to publish a statement that the engagement between Shen Qingchuan and Guan Boya was terminated.
Guan Boya took the ring, and the inner wall of the ring was engraved with the word "Guan Boya". The handwriting was notched by rubbing the fingertips, and the surface of the ring was smooth without any traces, which shows that the original owner cherished this ring very much.
Shen Keyuan took Shen Yifan away, and there was a black cloth box with a wooden sign inside, the black cloth hung down to prevent the wind and rain from outside from drifting in.
Guan Boya sat in front of the tombstone, his fingers as cold as snow touched the stone tablet, his fingertips stroked the three characters Shen Qingchuan one by one, stroke by stroke, stroke by stroke.
The movement was extremely light, as if she was stroking Shen Qingchuan's face, a little lightly, just like in the past when Guan Boya was afraid of disturbing her lover's sleeping face, sitting on the side of the bed, gently touching Shen Qingchuan's cheek.
If his strength was a little stronger, Shen Qingchuan would wake up from his sleep, blinking his sleepy eyes, his clear eyebrows as if mountains and rivers were still flowing, and would rub his soft face against his palm affectionately, like a cat who can only act coquettishly The son came to be hot and rubbed together, lingering and whispering.
When the cold lips touch the cold stone tablet, it has already crossed the line.
Life and death are different paths, and they cannot return at the same time, and there is no question of return date.
Guan Boya's expression was flat, and the shadows hanging from his eyelashes seemed to hide it. The winter rain was long and long, and the chill was piercing.
It was getting late, Lao Jiu came forward with an umbrella and said, "Master Guan, it's time to go back."
Guan Boya stood up with normal expression, Lao Jiu was worried about him and wanted to step forward to help him.
After Guan Boya was rescued, she was unconscious and seriously injured. She almost couldn't be rescued. Lao Jiu used a trick and sent someone to Guan Boya every day to read, "Mr. Shen, I'm still waiting for you."
The day Guan Boya woke up happened to be the day Mr. Xiao Shen was buried.
Guan Boya waved away Lao Jiu's hand, he stood up, turned and left, but before he took three steps, he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, fell down with his umbrella, as if falling into black fire.
"Guan Ye!" Lao Jiu yelled in panic.
The rain outlined his brows, and the ice pellets hit Guan Boya's forehead when he was unconscious. He looked like an ordained immortal, affectionate pretending to be ruthless, and he didn't know who it was going to.
He lost his little Haitang, the mountains and rivers faded, and it was hard to find that person.
No one can taste his lip balm again, if it's a big dream, the smoke and rain will dissipate.
The author has something to say: he left a clue, so quickly guess where Xiao Haitang is.
感谢在2021-07-0211:58:07~2021-07-0311:55:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: Civil Affairs Bureau, Free Fly 10 bottles;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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