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Xia Yunian is probably still sleeping.

Qin Wanqing must have woken up and is probably having breakfast now?

As for Lu Shuyu…she should have gone to the funeral home to pick up the ashes.

The memorial service will be held in the cemetery, so the ashes should be brought in first, then we say goodbye, and finally bury them. This is the whole process.

Some people say that when a loved one passes away, the saddest moment is not the doctor’s shaking head outside the emergency room, nor the “condolences” from relatives and friends at the funeral, but that moment when one day you inadvertently see a photo or a piece of clothing and the memories related to it suddenly come to your mind.

Farewell is short, but the longing will never stop.

Lu Chen didn’t know if this was true.

And if that’s the case, then Lu Shuyu might not cry today.

……

Shortly after Lu Chen and Lu Shuyue arrived at the cemetery, another black business car slowly drove into the gate.

The pure black window film blocks out most of the sunlight, and the car is very stable, so stable that you can’t even tell whether it has stopped.

Just like Lu Shuyu’s mood at this moment.

Looking quietly at the black urn on her knees, she seemed to have lost her perception of the outside world, her eyes were empty and numb.

There was a man and a woman sitting next to her.

Of course the woman was Yu Lingzhi.

The man was Lu Zhechen, who had just returned from Shanghai late last night.

As the older brother of Lu Shuyu and Lu Shuyue, he did not spend much time with his two younger sisters because of the large age gap and the fact that he went to study abroad in high school and did not return until he graduated from graduate school.

However, he and Lu Haichuan have a deeper relationship.

After all, when Lu Zhechen was in elementary and junior high school, Lu Haichuan didn’t have Alzheimer’s disease yet, so he naturally loved his grandson very much.

Therefore, if we have to compare, he should be the saddest one in the car at this moment.

But perhaps because of his many years of experience in the business world, Lu Zhechen was the calmest.

“Everything has been arranged for the memorial service. Shu Yue and the guests have also arrived.”

Putting down the phone, he looked at Yu Lingzhi and asked in a low voice: “Mom, when will Dad arrive?”

“Dean Wang said around nine o’clock.”

Yu Lingzhi said softly: “It’s hard to say the exact time, it could be later.”

“Okay, then I’ll have someone arrange it according to nine o’clock for the time being.”

After putting away his phone, Lu Zhechen turned to look at Lu Shuyu, as if he wanted to say something.

But after hesitating for a moment, he shook his head and swallowed his words.

Just like that, the atmosphere became silent again, with only the sound of tires rubbing against the ground gently echoing in the car.

Then about five minutes later, or maybe ten minutes later, the car slowly stopped.

The electric door slowly opened, and sunlight poured into the car. The strong contrast between light and dark made Lu Shuyu unable to open her eyes for a moment.

Are we there yet?

After a moment, when her eyes gradually adjusted to the light, she looked up and out of the car.

There were many people wearing black standing on the roadside, and everyone remained silent.

Lu Shuyue stood at the front of the crowd, biting her lips tightly, her eyes staring straight at the urn in her arms.

Lu Chen stood next to Lu Shuyue and looked at her quietly.

“…”

Her shoulders trembled slightly. For some reason, Lu Shuyu, who had not cried all the way, suddenly wanted to cry.

Although she knew Lu Chen would come, she couldn’t help herself the moment she saw Lu Chen.

“Pap…”

A teardrop fell on the white flower on her chest. Lu Shuyu looked at Lu Chen in silence. Her pretended strength was suddenly shattered and tears welled up in her eyes in an instant.

And the question that had always troubled her finally had an answer at this moment.

……

Lu Shuyu adjusted very quickly, and by the time she got off the car, her tears had disappeared.

Of course, even so, many people saw her crying.

However, in this situation, crying is a very normal thing, and no one would connect this incident with the unknown boy next to her.

Even Lu Chen, who was the “fuse”, didn’t know why the rich young woman suddenly started crying.

I was just thinking that I might not cry today…

Looking at Lu Shuyu holding the urn from afar, Lu Chen shook his head and followed the crowd to a small square not far away.

There were neither too many nor too few people coming today, probably about twenty or thirty.

Lu Chen didn’t know how many relatives of the Lu family were there, or how many of Lu Haichuan’s friends were there. Anyway, there was no need to socialize in such an occasion, so he just mingled in the crowd and waited for the process to proceed.

Yu Lingzhi and the others did not communicate much with the guests, but just stood quietly beside the tomb.

Lu Shuyu handed the urn to the staff, who then placed the urn in the tomb and stepped aside.

Perhaps the Lu family’s current situation is rather special and not suitable for a “grand celebration”.

Or perhaps it was because Lu Haichuan had given instructions in this regard before his death.

In short, the so-called “memorial service” is actually a process in which the guests who came to pay their respects walked to the tomb one by one, said polite words to Yu Lingzhi and others such as “Don’t be sad” and “Please accept my condolences”, and then observed a moment of silence in front of Lu Haichuan’s urn and portrait.

It’s said to be Chinese style, but there’s not even a mourning hall.

It is said to be Western style, but there is no priest or cross.

Of course, these procedures may have already been carried out at the funeral home.

But Lu Chen didn’t know either.

Anyway, in his opinion, this funeral was indeed a bit simple.

At least make two wreaths…

As the crowd slowly moved towards the tomb, Lu Chen had a lot of random thoughts in his mind.

At the same time, an old man who looked to be at least 70 or 80 years old walked up to Yu Lingzhi with the help of a young man.

“Oh, my condolences…”

The old man was using a walking stick and had a sad expression on his face. He must be Lu Haichuan’s good friend.

“…”

Yu Lingzhi didn’t say anything, but just bowed slightly to the old man to express her gratitude.

Then, the old man walked up to Lu Zhechen again.

“You must be Zhechen, you have grown up so much. Back then, Lao Lu and I… Oh, I won’t say more.”

With a bitter smile, the old man seemed not to want to recall these past events. He shook his head and walked directly to the tomb. Looking at Lu Haichuan’s portrait, he murmured:

“It’s okay to leave, it’s okay to leave…”

“…”

It’s okay to leave.

It always feels inappropriate to say this at a funeral.

But considering the nine years that Lu Haichuan was ill, it seems there is nothing wrong with it.

Cancer + Alzheimer’s disease, in this case, let alone the quality of life, even just “being alive” requires tremendous pain.

So from a certain perspective, this may indeed be a relief for him.

“I’m leaving. I’ll come see you next year.”

“If I can still live to that time…”

Soon, the old man who seemed to have a close relationship with Lu Haichuan left with a crutch.

Then the next person walked up to Yu Lingzhi, with almost the same sad expression and speaking almost the same words of condolence.

Yu Lingzhi, Lu Zhechen, Lu Shuyu and Lu Shuyue also bowed in the same way to express their gratitude.

No one was crying out in despair, no one was heartbroken.

Some people will stand in front of Lu Haichuan’s tomb for a while and say something.

Some people will stand shorter and remain silent.

The whole process is so fixed, like the repetitive operations on an assembly line, there is a kind of mechanical oppression.

The sunlight flows slowly under people’s feet. On the tombstone, Lu Haichuan’s portrait is smiling.

Occasionally, the clear chirping of birds would break the tranquility, and the dewy flowers would sway gently in the morning breeze.

If it weren’t for the urn in the tomb, the scene wouldn’t seem like a funeral.

Because it is so peaceful and so ordinary.

But perhaps death is an ordinary thing. I forgot who said it, but this process is like water disappearing into water. It goes back to where it came from.

The man in front of him had already left. Lu Chen took a step forward and walked towards Yu Lingzhi, who was dressed in black.

“Condolences.”

“Condolences.”

He nodded to Yu Lingzhi and Lu Zhechen in turn, then stopped in front of Lu Shuyu.

Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke, as if they didn’t know what to say.

They just looked at each other like that, and who knows how long it was before a voice was heard in the gentle wind.

“Are you ok?”