Chapter 38 Burial

At the high-speed entrance of Longyang, a brand-new Mercedes-Benz business parked in front of the checkpoint.

"What's going on? If the time is delayed, can he bear the responsibility? A middle-aged man with a national face got off the car and shouted to the driver in front of him with a gloomy face, looking very anxious.

"Manager Zhang, don't worry, it will be ready soon." Before the driver opened his mouth, the person in charge of the inspection opened his mouth first and was extremely polite to the man in front of him. Humph!" The man slammed the door heavily and sat in.

This middle-aged man was none other than Long Xiaoqi's uncle. After hearing about his sister, he hurriedly drove back. In the car, Long Xiaoqi, Zhang Linglin, Long Xiaoqi's grandma and Ma Yujia were prominently listed, but everyone's faces were full of sadness and faint tears.

The road was unimpeded, and the black Mercedes-Benz business soon entered the Dragon family.

"Grandpa! Dad!" As soon as she got out of the car, Long Xiaoqi knelt in front of the two people and cried loudly. Xiaoqi..." Long Jingdao picked up Long Xiaoqi and choked his voice. He never thought that Long Zhanjun and Zhang Lingfei loved and shared happiness, but God would be so cruel and young that he took her life.

Long Zhanjun stood beside Long Jingdao. Although he didn't cry, the expression on his face was worse than crying. I and my wife are only in their 30s and are in middle age. The family originally lived a harmonious and happy life together. However, a sudden natural disaster took his wife's life. At this time, his heart was full of holes. I'm afraid that even a hundred years of rare medicine could not cure him.

In this way, Long Xiaoqi followed the adult and walked into her mother's morgue.

As soon as she entered, Long Xiaoqi was stunned. She widened her eyes, opened her mouth and remained motionless, as if she had been petrified. After a long time, he came to his senses, knelt in front of Zhang Lingfei, and cried heartbreakingly.

Zhang Lingfei lay flat on the jade**, with a pale face and no expression. She could not see pain or relief. The white plain clothes wrapped around his upper body, and the long white skirt covered his feet. At this time, Zhang Lingfei was exactly the same as the mother Long Xiaoqi saw in her dream, and there was no difference except for her eyes.

"Mom! Mom!" Long Xiaoqi lay on Zhang Lingfei's body, and the people next to her wanted to pull away, but they were stopped by Long Jingdao. Mothers love their children and children love their mothers. This is the way, and no one has the right to deprive them.

Everyone silently stared at the crying Long Xiaoqi. On the side, Zhang Linglin and Long Xiaoqi's grandma also cried. Several servants also hid in the crowd and secretly wiped their tears. Zhang Lingfei was very easy to get along with and never lost her temper. No matter who she treated, she treated each other with a smile. However, such a young and beautiful woman was envied by God, so she fell seriously ill and went to death.

"Burial!" About ten minutes later, Long Jingdao suddenly shouted, and then nodded to signal the clan to pull away Long Xiaoqi. At this time, Long Xiaoqi had become a tearful person, out of breath, twitching and crying, but her hands held Zhang Lingfei's hand desperately. Anyway, she refused to let go.

"Xiaoqi!" The sound of the dragon army split into Long Xiaoqi's ears like thunder. At this time, his eyes were red and his beard was messy, like weeds by the roadside. However, Long Xiaoqi still held her mother's hand as if she didn't hear it.

The Long Zhanjun stepped forward, took off Long Xiaoqi's hand with a little effort, then resisted him and walked out of the morgue.

The people of the Long family are busy, changing clothes, and taking tributes, as if they had already prepared. After a while, Zhang Lingfei's body was put into a special Nanmu coffin and ready to go. The funeral team was all standing at the door of the morgue and could leave at any time.

As a son, Long Xiaoqi stood in the front crying with sackcloth and filial piety on her arms. Long Jingdao, Long Zhanjun and other direct relatives of Zhang Lingfei stood next to him, followed the coffin in front of them and staggered. Several people seemed to have lost their souls, like walking corpses, following the coffin to the back mountain of Phoenix Mountain.

Phoenix Mountain is located on the east side of the Dragon Family. The front is for everyone to play, and the back! The people who are used to bury the Long family are buried in different places according to their status in the Long family. Generally, only those heroes who have made great contributions to the Long family but cannot enter the altar of the Dragon Family are qualified to be buried in the garden at the top of the back mountain, where the scenery is excellent and there is someone to clean it.

Zhang Lingfei was buried in the garden at the top as an exception, and the huge funeral procession of hundreds of people accumulated on the top of the back mountain. Everyone's attention was focused on Zhang Lingfei and others, but they were not found not far away. A pair of tearful eyes were staring at them.

Long Xiaoqi hid in a corner of the garden wall and watched quietly. Although it had been many years, there was still a faint tingling in her heart. Her mother was an indelible word in Long Xiaoqi's heart.

"Mother!" Long Xiaoqi, who came through the border, didn't know what to say. Those memories of his childhood kept coming to his mind.

"The auspicious time has arrived! Burial!" A white-haired old man, dressed like a Taoist robe, stood next to Long Xiaoqi, looked at the compass in his hand, and suddenly shouted out. And the voice seemed to be magical. As soon as the funeral sound fell, all the people cried together. Both men, women and children cried out sadly.

Among everyone, only Long Jingdao stood there with a straight face. He was restraining his expression and suppressing his heart.

Several clans were already ready to put the coffin into the pre-excavated tomb, then covered it and filled it with soil. Long Xiaoqi knelt in front of the tomb and remained motionless. At this time, he had already cried. He just knelt quietly. No matter what happened, he would not pay attention to it. In his world, there was only his mother.

In fact, Long Xiaoqi's heart is not only painful at this time, but also blames herself. All this comes from that dream, that damn dream. If he had thought of something earlier, it might have been another result at this time. However, he didn't know that Zhang Lingfei's death was an accident, not an accident. Long Jingdao and others knew that Zhang Lingfei was hopeless not long ago, and everything was just making final preparations!

"Rate a monument!" The old man continued to shout, then took out a piece of paper from his body, opened it, and read it according to it.

"Zhang Lingfei, female, born..." The old man read it for ten minutes, but Long Xiaoqi knelt there as if he didn't hear it. His eyes were empty, and his soul had flown out of the sky and chased his mother who left without saying goodbye.

As soon as the old man finished reading, he came out of several strong men, carrying a stone tablet on his shoulder. The tombstone is engraved with several red characters - Zhang Lingfei's tomb.

The tombstone was placed in front of Long Xiaoqi. The huge tombstone made Long Xiaoqi's figure particularly small and helpless. Everyone stood respectfully, and there was no sound except the wind flying. The setting sun is setting, and the world is desolate. This scene is very similar to Long Xiaoqi's dream. It's just that I saw my mother's people in my dream, but here is only my mother's tomb.

The tombstone was erected, and the flow of people surged behind them, and everyone held sacrificial objects in their hands. There are fruits, slaughtered animals, paper-paper little people, and even wooden houses.

Long Xiaoqi ignited these things with her own hands, and the blazing fire made the sky red. Even if she stood far away, she could feel the heat brought by the wave of fire.

Long Xiaoqi stood not far away and looked at her mother's tomb through the firelight. Although there were no tears, his heart was like the object in the fire, which had already been dried and melted.

The firelight rushed to the blue sky with everyone's crying, as if it was ringing to the sky. The fire is raging. Even if a person has made countless great achievements before his life, when he dies, he will only turn into a ball of ashes and be buried in the soil with the air.