Chapter 168 The Road Home

Zhou Tang was quite moved by Aunt Zhao's words. She took Aunt Zhao's hand and said gratefully, "My grandmother is really considerate. If so, I will take her back."

Aunt Zhao nodded repeatedly and said maliciously, "If that's the case, why don't you take advantage of it now?" Otherwise, I'm afraid I can't leave if my master knows it.

As soon as Song Keren heard this, he quickly said, "I want to attend Shaowen's funeral."

Aunt Zhao's heart sank and said that you are qualified to participate in Fang Shaowen's funeral? But her face did not change, and there was still a sympathetic expression on her face.

"It's not that I won't let you participate. I'm afraid you won't be able to leave later. Besides, it is really inconvenient for you to attend his funeral. You are so weak, just in case... don't let Shaowen worry." Aunt Zhao said.

"No, I must attend Shaowen's funeral. If you don't let me go, I... I'll die here!" Song Keren said, and suddenly cried out with a "wow".

Aunt Zhao looked at her awkwardly and was very unhappy. Zhou Tang took Song Keren's hand and reached out to gently pat Song Keren's back.

"I just want to give him the last ride. Isn't that okay?" Song Keyen cried and said.

Aunt Zhao bit her lip desperately. She never thought that Song Keren would make such an unreasonable request. This is the last requirement she can't agree to, but at the thought of Song Keren leaving with Zhou Tang, Aunt Zhao's heart slowly relaxed.

Of course, she knows that Zhou Tang is not her own grandmother. As long as someone takes Song Keren away now, she will be happy. Seeing Song Keren crying very sadly, Aunt Zhao suddenly wanted to sell her a favor.

"Okay, don't cry. I know you feel sad, hey... Well, I promise you that at worst, I will be scolded by the master. But you have to promise me not to do anything stupid." Aunt Zhao said.

Song Keren nodded and looked at Aunt Zhao gratefully. She didn't know that it was her actions today that made her a rich little woman in the distant future. It was also because of Aunt Zhao's soft-heartedness that Song Keren, who was far away in Liao, inherited a large amount of property of the Fang family.

Perhaps it is Fang Shaowen's spirit in the sky that guides her future direction.

The monk and Taoist priest sat down in the yard and read the scriptures slowly and rhythmically. Will the monk who received other people's money sincerely pray for Fang Shaowen? The blessing of receiving silver is already dirty, isn't it?

Buddha said: a moment is a thought, twenty thoughts are a moment, twenty moments are a finger, twenty fingers are a moment, twenty a moment is a moment, and a day and a night are thirty moments.

For Song Keren, this moment was so long that she couldn't breathe. The momentary separation, in exchange for a lifetime of pain, is an incomparable mood.

So Song Keren walked into the yard in red, and her gorgeous red color looked particularly bright in many plain clothes. Everyone couldn't help looking back at her, and she walked straight to Fang Shaowen's coffin.

Master Fang, who was resting in the temporary account room, suddenly saw Song Keren's appearance and immediately stood up without saying anything. He gave Lao Si a fierce white look, and Lao Si was so scared that he was scared.

"Why don't you stop her for me?" Master Fang said angrily.

Lao Si heard this and immediately rushed out as if a mouse heard the cat's cry. At this time, Song Keren was still a few steps away from Fang Shaowen's coffin.

Her red dress is so dazzling that she has never seen anyone wear a red dress on the day of her funeral. Even the monks who bowed their heads and read the scriptures couldn't help looking at Song Keren. This strange scene finally disrupted the rhythm of the monks chanting the scriptures. The little monk quickly lowered his head, listened to the rhythm of the people next to him, and quickly followed.

Song Keren walked to the coffin and looked down at Fang Shaowen lying in the coffin. The light of the torch reflected Fang Shaowen's face as golden yellow, but Song Ke knew that his face used to be so pale.

Song Keren reached out to hold Fang Shaowen's hand, but suddenly, one hand blocked her.

"Miss Song, please go down and have a rest. Your red clothes will affect the young master's sleep. Let's prepare some noodles and invite Miss Song to try it. You haven't eaten anything in the past few days. Lao Si said.

Song Keren withdrew his hand and looked down at Fang Shaowen. His body was colder than the cold weather in December. Song Keren was shocked and remembered the way Fang Shaowen died that day. Song Keren suddenly felt a shock and dizzy, and then her body softened. Thanks to Lao Si's quick eyes, he helped Song Keren. Lao Si hurriedly called the maid and helped the semi-comatose Song Keren into the room.

Zhou Tang and Zhou Heng saw this scene and immediately greeted them.

I don't know how long it took, Song Keren opened his eyes.

At this time, she felt a shaking under her body. She looked at her side tiredly and saw Zhou Tang looking at her with concern. Song Keren's body was as heavy as an elephant, and she almost didn't even have the strength to lift her hand.

Zhou Tang wiped the sweat off her forehead with a veil and nodded gently to her.

"Don't be afraid, child. Let's go home now." Zhou Tang said.

Only then did Song Keren see clearly that he was lying in the car. She suddenly remembered the scene when Fang Shaowen went to Lin'an with her a few months ago. At that time, she was dizzy to death, and Fang Shaowen gave her all the plums to eat. Who would have expected that such a scene would become a smoke-like thing of the past. Fang Shaowen will never come back.

Thinking of this, Song Keren shed tears.

Zhou Tang quickly wiped off Song Keren's tears with a veil. While wiping them, she gently stroked Song Keren's hair. She looked at Song Keren sadly, squeezed her lips, and an inexplicable pity rose in her heart.

"Child, don't worry, grandma will never make you hungry. These things have passed, and in the future, let's live a good life. Ah, be obedient. Grandma is here, don't worry. Do you know?" Zhou Tang comforted him.

Song Keyen slowly closed his eyes and refused to listen to Zhou Tang. She was not related to Zhou Tang, but Zhou Tang was willing to take her in, which suddenly reminded Song Keren of Zhou Tang's efforts to set him up with Zhou Heng. She did not want to be at the mercy of others, but she was still grateful that Zhou Tang had helped herself at this jugnum.

Suddenly, the car stopped suddenly. Song Keren couldn't help opening his eyes. Zhou Tang quickly opened the curtain and saw that Zhou Heng and Fang's staff had already jumped out of the car.

Lao Si stood up with a red date horse in front of the car. When Zhou Tang pulled the driving curtain, Lao Si just jumped down from the horse. At the sight of Zhou Heng, Lao Si first clenched his fist.

"Master Zhou." Lao Si said.

Zhou Heng blinked his eyes and immediately replied, but his heart muttered.

"Is Miss Song awake? The master ordered me to say a few words to Miss Song. Lao Si said.

Zhou Tangshi looked at Lao Si and looked back at Song Keren.

"I woke up, but I'm too weak." Zhou Tang said.

At this time, Song Keren in the car barely supported his body, and this movement was full of sweat. Zhou Tang hurried over and helped Song Keren and let Song Keren lean on his shoulder.

Lao Si looked at Song Keren with a pale face holding fists. Song Keren waved his hand and looked at Lao Si weakly.

"Miss Song, the master said that the collection hall will be handed over to Miss Song later. Ming'er will send someone to buy the shares in his aunt's hand. In addition, the young master's house in Jingzhao will also be inhabited by Miss Song from tomorrow. Please take care of yourself. Even if it's for the young master, you should cherish yourself. Lao Si said.

Song Keren smiled slightly and showed a sad smile.

"I don't want anything. I don't follow Fang Shaowen to covet his money. What's the point of me living when he's gone? Please reply to the master. He will keep these things. In addition, I didn't say goodbye to the master. Please tell him for me. He... He needs to take care of himself..."

Speaking of this, Song Keren cried again.

Lao Si's eyes also turned red. Lao Si hugged his fist and said, "Girl, don't worry, Lao Si will definitely bring her words. However, the collection hall is the painstaking efforts of the young master, and I hope that the girl can manage her relationship with the young master well. The documents will be sent together after negotiating with my aunt tomorrow. Please don't worry about her livelihood in the future.

Lao Si finished speaking and looked at Zhou Tang.

This move is really effective. First of all, it saved the face of the Fang family with the smallest sacrifice, and it will not be poked to say that the Fang family kicked out the daughter-in-law who had just passed the door. Second, with short hands, Song Keren is doomed to be a widow this time. Although Master Fang did not admit that she was his daughter-in-law, he did not want to see others stand cheap. In Master Fang's opinion, Zhou Tang's heart is well known to Sima Zhao's heart. Sooner or later, Song Keren will remarry, but at least Fang Shaowen will be widowed for three years, right? It is very worthwhile for Master Fang to buy Song Keren's three years of youth with these things.

After Lao Si finished speaking, he got on the horse again. He turned his head and looked at Song Keren, who was crying. In the vast air of December, the girl cried and trembled all over, and the white breath from her mouth slowly shrouded the sky, like a ghost that had refused to dissipate for a long time.

It's cloudy again.

Song Keren never thought that she would easily inherit Fang Shaowen's property. On the day she entered the Fang family, she understood her awkward position, and Master Fang would not admit her. Originally, she didn't look at Shaowen's property above. Unexpectedly, Master Fang's kindness turned himself from a proletariat into a petty bourgeoisie.

Zhou Heng sat in the car awkwardly and felt very unbalanced. Song Keren is now a petty bourgeoisie. At least he has to win the champion before he can marry her back, right?

Anyway, he just wants to marry her!