It's like a little bit of faith. Before long, my uncle bought the urn back. Around eight o'clock in the morning, a group of people left the funeral home with the ashes of the old man. Back to Tongzi Lane, about nine o'clock. According to the local custom of the rest of the country, it is necessary to go from the residence of the deceased to the cemetery where the ashes are buried. Song Qingcheng was sitting in Yu Tingchuan's Land Rover. As soon as he got out of the car, he saw several new black cars parked nearby, which made the road more and more crowded. When he returned to the courtyard, he saw Shen Che as soon as he entered the door. He was still wearing a stormtrooper uniform. He looked a little sloppy and decadent. He was still traveling and had come from Xinjiang specially. Shen Che was sitting at the table, saw Song Qingcheng in a white hat of filial piety, and immediately wanted to rush over to care, but when he saw Yu Tingchuan come in later, the eagerness of the strength slightly retreated. The courtyard can be described as crowded. Song Qingcheng did not expect so many people to attend the old lady's funeral, many of them were still strangers, and they were not the dozen or twenty people she had begun to think of. Seeing Yu Jing's mother and daughter and Yu Mingrong, Song Qingcheng did not come to his senses. I don't know when they came here. But looking at Yu Tingchuan's appearance, it should have been known for a long time. When Yu Tingchuan went to receive people from the Yu family, Shen Che took the opportunity to run to Song Qingcheng's side. After asking with concern, he saw that Song Qingcheng was in a good state. He looked at the people in the yard and sighed: "So many people, five out of ten came to flatter, but it's all right. Let Grandma go lively." Yes,
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