Chapter 3039
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It was already late and the child was sleeping soundly in his uncle's arms. He was sleeping soundly without a care in the world.
Lu Yuqing sat beside Huang Seung-jeong and looked at Lu Chenyang's sleeping face. She didn't know whether she should be happy or sad for the child.
The child was still young and didn't understand the pain of separation. Therefore, he would sleep when it was time. When he woke up, he would look at the people around him. When he was hungry, he would eat without any worries. He was small and didn't feel any pain. However, he could sensitively sense that the adults were unhappy, so he relied on the adults more.
But he was too young. He was so young that he couldn't remember his mother's face and the face of the person who loved him the most in the world.
He also couldn't remember Jiang Yao's voice. He couldn't remember Jiang Yao's voice when she reprimanded Lu Xingzhi, his father, for him.
"Yang Yang, I hope that when you grow up, you can remember to look at Mommy's photos more and miss her occasionally." Lu Yuqing lowered her head and gently kissed the child's face.
Therefore, it was good that he fell asleep when everyone was at their saddest.
Young children didn't need to understand the separation of life and death. If Jiang Yao was here, she wouldn't be willing to let her child understand.
There was no coffin, only a small urn for the funeral. This was the only thing in the entire county.
The cemetery was a place with good feng shui. It was a very wide piece of land with water and mountains. The feng shui master said that this was a place with good feng shui and could ensure the tomb owner's wealth and safety in the next life.
Lu Xingzhi personally carried the urn and walked at the front. He personally placed the urn into the small pit and used his hands to add soil into the pit bit by bit.
"Wife, don't be afraid. It's warm in the winter and cool in the summer here. You won't be cold in the winter and you won't be sunburned in the summer. Don't sleep well."
Lu Xingzhi's voice was so soft that the people around him could only see his lips moving but couldn't hear what he was saying to Jiang Yao.
"Yao Yao, have a good sleep. Maybe I'll be here after you sleep." Lu Xingzhi gently patted the ground with both hands. "I really didn't know that it would be so painful and sad when you weren't around. One second passed, but it felt like a century."
"In the past, you said that I was dumb and didn't know how to say nice things. From now on, I'll say 'I love you' every day, okay? You can say it in the morning or at night as long as you don't get tired of it. "Lu Xingzhi's gaze slowly fell on the tombstone beside him.
There was a line of hastily carved words on it.
The tomb of his beloved wife, Jiang Yao.
My beloved wife …
Jiang Yao …
Of.
The land of eternal slumber.
His beloved wife, Jiang Yao.
In front of the tomb, there was a flickering flame. Paper money, candles, and the fragrance of incense filled the air.
Lu Xingzhi patted the corner of his clothes and sat in front of the grave. His clothes were bought by Jiang Yao and had been left in their hometown. He rarely had the chance to wear them. But now, he was wearing the clothes that she had bought personally to send her on her short journey.
He took out an old harmonica from his pocket and wiped it with his sleeve. "I remember that you said many times that you didn't want to hear me play the harmonica. I also remember that you said many times that you wanted to hear me play the harmonica, but the piano was too heavy and couldn't be moved here. I've almost forgotten how to talk about it. Wife, let me play the harmonica for you. That way, you can sleep better and faster. Once you're asleep, you won't be afraid anymore."
No one answered him, but Lu Xingzhi seemed to hear Jiang Yao say "Okay" in his ear.
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