The Dog King of Siheyuan Tears and Rebirth

Chapter 372 Father and Son Discuss Funeral

In the yard, the neighbors started a new round of discussions when they heard the news of Yang Ruihua's death.

At the Yan family, Yan Fugui cried his heart out. He was sad, really sad. After all, that was the wife who had been with him all his life. She clearly had a chance to live, but he had no ability. As a result, he scared his wife to the point of hanging herself. He felt that he was very unqualified as a man and a husband.

Until the two sons of the Yan family and Qin Jingru and her daughter came back.

When they came back, there was no movement in the room.

"Dad, Mom, we're back. Is dinner ready?" Yan Jiecheng called as he pushed the door open.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Yan Fugui sitting on the ground with an expressionless face, holding his mother in his arms, while his mother had her eyes closed and looked motionless.

"Click!" Yan Jiecheng's heart skipped a beat, and a bad feeling instantly appeared in his mind, because there was a rope hanging on the beam in mid-air in the room.

"Dad, what happened?" Yan Jiecheng shouted.

Hearing Yan Jiecheng's question, Yan Fugui looked up at Yan Jiecheng woodenly, then started babbling, but Yan Jiecheng didn't understand a word he said.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with your throat? And Mom, and this rope, what's going on?" Yan Jiecheng asked.

"…………" Yan Fugui babbled, and gestured the posture of holding a pen and paper.

"You want me to get you a pen and paper?" Yan Jiecheng understood.

"Yeah..." Yan Fugui nodded desperately.

“Okay, wait!”

After saying that, Yan Jiecheng hurried out and shouted, "Jiefang, Jingru, stop working, come in quickly, something big has happened, something big has happened in our family, our mother seems to have hanged herself, and our father, come in quickly, quickly."

After hearing what Yan Jiecheng said, Yan Jiefang dropped the rags in his hand and shouted in disbelief, "Brother, what did you say? Say it again?"

"Liberation, our mother hanged herself and died, and it seems that our father also has problems." Yan Jiecheng shouted.

"What?" Yan Jiefang shouted, "My mother hanged herself? No, why?"

"How should I know? Come in and take a look." Yan Jiecheng shouted.

On the side, Qin Jingru was stunned for a long time before she reacted. After she reacted, she was overjoyed. These days she had been afraid that Yan Fugui would really borrow money, and then her small treasury would be in trouble. "This is a good thing. Yang Ruihua finally did a good thing this time. It's a really good thing." Qin Jingru thought.

Thinking of this, Qin Jingru quickly untied the child from her back, and then stuffed the child into Xiaomei's arms and said, "Xiaomei, take your sister to the room, don't come out, your grandma may be dead, you can't watch this, go quickly."

“Okay mom!”

Seeing Xiaomei go into the house, Qin Jingru said, "You two, what are you standing there for? Come in and see what's going on."

After saying that, she entered the house first, followed by Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang. When they got to the house, Yan Jiecheng went straight to the cabinet to get a piece of paper and a pen and handed them to Yan Fugui, "Dad, can you write down what's going on?"

"Yes!" Yan Fugui nodded heavily, then took the paper and pen and started writing. Three people beside him also read on nervously.

After a long time, Yan Fugui finally stopped writing, and the three people beside him finally understood the whole story.

"Dad, how could this happen? How could this happen? Why would my mom be like this?" Yan Jiecheng cried out with a look of great distress.

"Hey! Jie Cheng, your mother must have been scared, so she did this stupid thing. Don't be sad. The dead are gone, and we still have to live. Look, my throat is so hoarse from crying that I can't speak. Why bother?" Yan Fugui wrote.

"Okay, Dad, you have to be strong too. You can't leave us like Mom did." Yan Jiecheng said sweetly.

"Okay, now let's discuss your mother's funeral! Let's discuss what to do? To what extent? You are the boss, so you should express your opinion first." Yan Fugui wrote.

After seeing what Yan Fugui wrote, Yan Jiecheng said, "Dad, I don't know what to do about this. I've never done this before. How about you make the decision? I'll do whatever you say. I'll just listen to you, right, Jiefang?"

"Yes, Dad, you are the head of our family. Whatever you say is what we will listen to you." Yan Jiefang echoed.

After hearing what his two sons said, Yan Fugui also knew that his two sons were actually no different from trash, but fortunately they were obedient.

"Alas, we can't celebrate this New Year. Let's hold the funeral tomorrow! Your mother has worked hard all her life, but now... forget it, I won't say anything more. Now help me put your mother to bed! I will buy your mother a good coffin tomorrow. She didn't enjoy much happiness with me, so let's be extravagant for once." Yan Fugui wrote.

"Dad, is this necessary? It's going to be burned anyway. I think it's enough to just show my gesture. What do you think?" Yan Jiecheng said.

"Yes, Dad, our family's situation is not very good. I think what my eldest brother said is right. We have to burn it anyway, isn't that the point?" Yan Jiefang echoed.

"Dad, I also think what Jie Cheng and Jiefang said is right. It's going to be burned anyway, so let's save as much as possible. I believe Mom will support our idea." Qin Jingru also interrupted.

After hearing what the three people said, Yan Fugui also fell into deep thought, thinking in his heart, "Yes, they all have to be burned. Is it necessary? But...but Ruihua really didn't enjoy any happiness with me. This last journey..."

After a long time, Yan Fugui wrote, "Okay, it's up to you. It's going to be burned anyway. Burn more paper money for your mother when the time comes, so she can have a better life over there."

"Okay, Dad, what do we do now? How about we put Mom to bed first!"

"All right!"

So, soon, Yang Ruihua was put on the bed by the three men.

"Dad, let me go cook for you. You haven't eaten yet." Qin Jingru said, staring at the things on the ground.

Seeing Qin Jingru looking at the things on the ground, Yan Fugui felt distressed. He originally bought these for his wife to eat, but now... If he had known that things would be like this, he would not have bought so much.

"Okay, go ahead and do it, but be frugal, as tomorrow is New Year's Eve," Yan Fugui wrote.

"Okay, Dad," Yan Jiecheng said, "By the way, Dad, are we going to have a wedding banquet? If so, I can accept some gift money."

"I've just calculated it. It's meaningless. We don't have many people in the courtyard. We will basically lose money. You just need to wear mourning clothes tomorrow." Yan Fugui wrote.

"Oh, I haven't thought it through." Yan Jiecheng said with a silly smile.

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