Chapter 167 The Road Home

On the day of the funeral, according to the rules, Fang Shaowen's body should leave Fang's house before dawn. Song Keren deliberately changed into red clothes and even applied rouge on his face. This is because Fang Shaowen's greatest wish is to marry her, but unfortunately, he did not see her in a wedding dress at the moment he died.

Therefore, Song Keren risked great disrespect and especially put on red clothes. She thought clearly in her heart, waiting for the moment when Fang Shaowen's coffin was buried, she jumped in. In this way, she can be with him forever.

That day, Song Keren was very happy, and finally, she was able to be with him.

The maid sent water in and suddenly saw Song Keren standing in the candlelight in the middle of the night with a dark smile on her face. The maid was so scared that she screamed out. Attracting the onlookers of the mother and others, an ominous omen suddenly condensed in the air.

Song Ke was dressed in red, so that Lao Si had an excuse. Originally, she was not included in the funeral. Lao Si thought about it for three or four days, but did not come up with a reasonable and ruthless way. At this time, Song Keren hit the muzzle of the gun by himself, and Lao Si couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Lao Si called back and stood at the door of Song Keren's room, still hanging his head, revealing his bald head to everyone to read.

"Miss Song, although I don't know what's on your mind, I can guess. If you want to go with the young master, give up this idea as soon as possible. The young master's greatest wish before his death was to hope that you could live well. Do you want the young master to be sad? Don't worry, the young master's enemies will not be left unattended. The master took out many years of savings to kill the mountain thief. The master will definitely avenge the young master. If you go, who can witness the end of hatred? Lao Si said.

Song Keren turned her back to Lao Si. She gently raised her head and looked at the wall without saying a word. There are no spiders and geckos on the wall, only the shadow of Fang Shaowen that appears from time to time.

"Miss Song, the master just ordered that the girl did not have to attend tonight's funeral. Auntie will stay with the girl, and Lao Si will leave first.

Lao Si finished speaking and left with a smile.

Song Keren did not defend, but sat weakly in the chair. She doesn't remember how many days she hasn't eaten, and the sense of powerlessness has always accompanied her. At this moment, how much she misses Fang Shaowen.

She leaned against the back of the chair, two lines of tears, scratched the rouge on her face, and fell on the skirt, like two lines of blood tears.

The door opened with a squeak, and Aunt Zhao came in. She looked at Song Keren and breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Keren is not going to attend the funeral. As long as she doesn't attend the funeral, she is not Fang Shaowen's daughter-in-law. Aunt Zhao's property was preserved, which induced kindness.

She gently walked behind Song Keren and gently put her hand on Song Keren's body.

"Child, you have been wronged." Aunt Zhao said.

Song Keren did not reflect, and she was immersed in her own world. The scene before Fang Shaowen's death appeared in front of her. There was a dart in his chest, and blood kept pouring out. He took her hand and said intermittently, "Quick...hide quickly." In the next life, wait for me..."

These two sentences keep repeating in her ear. She can't figure out why she can only love him in her next life. Can't she love him in this life?

Aunt Zhao felt the slight trembling on Song Ke's body. Aunt Zhao turned her head and tears crossed her cheeks.

"Child, don't do this, don't wrong yourself, Shaowen... Shaowen is under Jiuquan..." Saying this, she choked and couldn't speak.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared at the door of Song Keren's room. Aunt Zhao couldn't help turning her head when she heard the footsteps, but saw an old face looking at Song Keren's shadow with tears.

"Are you?" Aunt Zhao couldn't help but wonder.

Zhou Tang wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.

"I'm her mother's grandmother." Zhou Tang said.

Aunt Zhao nodded and immediately came out. Zhou Tang came in rudely. She was sober and cried as sad as Fang Shaowen's grandmother.

When Song Keren heard that her mother's grandmother was coming, she turned around. When her eyes met Zhou Tang's anxious eyes, Song Keren couldn't help crying.

As soon as Song Keren cried, Zhou Tang was anxious and hurried forward two steps and put his arms around Song Keren's shoulder.

"Child...you..."

"Grandma..." Song Ke hugged Zhou Tang's body and cried so loudly. At this moment, Zhou Tang has an extra role in her heart, that is, to rely on.

She was her last support except for Fang Shaowen, which was also the most vivid cry she had ever since Fang Shaowen's death. This is because Zhou Tang is her last relative, and she doesn't have to put up with it.

Zhou Tang held Song Keren in her arms and burst into tears. She cried several times and hugged Song Keren. Their tears converged into streams and flowed down their cheeks across their hearts.

Aunt Zhao turned her head and was also moved by this sincere emotion. She kept wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with a veil. For a moment, the room was full of sadness.

After a while, Aunt Zhao suppressed her grief and moved to Zhou Tang's front.

"Old man, sit down, sit down, I'll tell the maid to make tea." Aunt Zhao said.

Zhou Tang took a look at Aunt Zhao's dress and guessed one or two. She shook her head and waved her hand. One hand took Song Keren's hand, and the other hand kept wiping her nose and tears with her sleeve.

"No, no, this is the grandma in charge, right? I... I have two words to say." Zhou Tang said. Aunt Zhao nodded quickly and helped Zhou Tang sit on the stool together with the help of Song Keren.

Aunt Zhao called the maid for tea, but no one responded for half a day. Aunt Zhao couldn't help cursing, "Are you going to be buried with Shaowen? When are you still lazy?"

Zhou Tangshi turned his head to reach out and take Song Keren's hand and motioned Song Keren to sit down together. Song Keren shook his head and refused to agree. After all, Zhou Tang is an elder.

Aunt Zhao came in with an apologetic face and nodded to Zhou Tang.

"I'm too busy today. I'm really sorry that the servants are busy." Aunt Zhao explained.

Zhou Tang shook his head generously, with a shallow indifference on his face, but his bright eyes blamed Aunt Zhao, not because no one brought tea and poured water, but because they treated Song Keren slowly. Under the yellow light, Song Keren's red dress was very eye-catching.

Zhou Tang took a look at Song Keyen and turned his head to look at Aunt Zhao.

"You don't have to be a grandma. I'm also a native of the mountains, and I don't have that particulars. Besides, today... Today is a big day for Shaowen. Let everyone be busy." Zhou Tang said.

Aunt Zhao nodded and said softly, "Thank you for your understanding. If Shaowen is born again..." After saying that, she turned her head and shed two more tears.

Zhou Tang waved his hand and said softly, "That's all, just let him go at ease. In fact, I'm here today to discuss something with my grandmother.

Aunt Zhao quickly said, "You're welcome. If you have anything, just tell me."

Zhou Tang immediately said, "You're welcome. I really want to discuss this matter with you. Oh, but this child has caused you trouble by living here these days. I thought that this child can't bother you here. I want to take her home. I don't know what you think.

When Aunt Zhao heard this, her face suddenly showed three points of joy. Naturally, she hoped that Song Keyen would go as far as possible, but in the end, Song Keren paid homage to Fang Shaowen, and at least half of the Fang family's daughter-in-law. Will she be scolded unkindly if she is kicked out in this way?

With Aunt Zhao's stunned kung fu, Zhou Tang gently touched Song Keren's hand.

"Grandma, please consider it from our perspective. I've heard that you plan to send someone to Lin'an. However, I want to take her home. After all, she is my granddaughter, and Lin'an has no relatives. This request seems to be a little too much. My old lady opened her face today and begged the Fang family for kindness and let her go back to her mother's house with me, okay?

Zhou Tang said, and tears fell down.

Song Keren was aggrieved like a little daughter-in-law, constantly touching his grandmother Zhou Tang and signaling Zhou Tang not to go on. Zhou Tang shook his head, and Song Keren choked and couldn't speak.

Aunt Zhao did not dare to agree to this matter, but when she suddenly heard Zhou Tang's mention of sending Song Keren to Lin'an, Aunt Zhao muttered in her heart.

Isn't this nothing to do? No one said to let Song Keren go to Lin'an. Why did he suddenly say this? Thinking of Lao Si's sneaking in Mr. Fang's room a few days ago and didn't know what to do, Aunt Zhao suddenly had a heart.

Aunt Zhao showed a sad expression on her face. She took a look at Song Keren and lowered her head.

"Old man, I understand your feelings. In fact, I don't want to let people leave here. Seriously, my original plan was to leave someone at home. However, the Fang family is a large family. She is a widow with no children. How long can we take care of her? I'm afraid that she will be bullied after we leave. After thinking about it, I only remembered that Shaowen had been in love with Lin'an in the past, and Shaowen had long wanted to settle down in Lin'an. His spiritual position should also be sent to Lin'an, so we came up with this bad strategy. I just hope that people can be safe, at least in Lin'an, there is not so much right and wrong. Since the old man opened his mouth, I must agree even if I risked a great scolding. Even if I was stabbed in the spine and said that our family was sorry for her, I had to agree to this condition. But when someone goes back with you, we are relieved. Otherwise, she is alone in Lin'an. How can I be relieved? She is the same as my daughter. Who can bear to watch her daughter suffer this kind of suffering?