Fengqi Jingshi

Chapter 10

Mrs. Jiang took another look at Shu Ya, and then took another look at Shu Yao. She felt that Shu Yao's face was as white as fine porcelain, with big black and white eyes, and the long eyelashes casting shadows under her eyes. Even if you don't look at you, you can still see Mingyan.With a small nose, a sandalwood mouth, and a palm-sized face, there is delicacy and beauty everywhere.On such a day, there must be no makeup, which shows that this beauty is natural and unadorned.

She doesn't like such a beauty for some reason.She was disgusted in her heart, but she never showed it on her face, she just responded to Mrs. Yu's words and said:
"That's how it should be. Later, I'll let someone pick a cook from the big kitchen, and cook it according to the taste of Brother Yan and his wife." He turned back and ordered the people behind him:
"From now on, five taels will be allocated from my monthly bill to add vegetables to brother Yan's wife."

The people behind should answer.Shu Ya hurriedly said to Mrs. Yu and Mrs. Jiang that there is no need for this.With an indifferent look, Madam Yu took her hand and walked forward, saying:
"What's the matter, you just suffer, and now you are not alone."

Shu Ya stopped talking, her heart ached again.He's not alone anymore, but it's a pity that Shen Yan didn't even have time to look at the child, the child will never see his father again...

Shu Yao took a wrong step and followed Mrs. Jiang into the mourning hall.

The mourning hall is covered with white curtains, and a huge white flower hangs in the middle.The originally empty shed was filled immediately after they arrived.Later, many people came one after another, including Shen Yan's uncles and aunts, relatives in the clan, and close friends from his lifetime.The younger brothers and sisters in the family also followed, and stood beside their adults one by one.

Standing next to Madam Jiang was a handsome young master.He was dressed in white, and his black hair was tied with a white jade hairpin. Although he didn't wear mourning, he did his best.As soon as he stood there, he was like a star, and the surrounding area darkened, only he became a dazzling existence.

The arrival of Lord Maoguo and Uncle Jiu who was the general of Zhenguo was the most solemn. Before Lord Maoguo entered the mourning hall, there was a loud wail, crying: "My son, my poor son! ah……"

When he cried like this, it opened the prelude to everyone crying.The whole mourning hall was crying loudly, the elders were standing and the peers were kneeling.Because Shen Yan had not yet born a son, someone had already arranged for the children of his family to wear sackcloth and mourning for him, and they knelt on the ground in vain under the filial piety shed.

The crying couldn't be stopped for a while, someone was watching the time, and when the time came, they would arrange for people to carry out the funeral.Seeing that the coffin was about to be closed, Shu Ya, who had been weeping silently, suddenly struggled to stand up, holding on to the edge of the coffin without letting go, and did not speak, only crying until she couldn't catch her breath.

When everyone saw it, they cried even louder.Madam Jiang frowned, and whispered to the people around her:

"Go and pull her away! What does it look like?"

But before the people she ordered came forward, Shu Yao had already stood up and walked over.She whispered in Shuya's ear:
"Let brother-in-law go at ease..."

After persuading her for a while, Shu Ya slowly let go of her hand, and leaned against Shu Yao's arms weakly, gasping for breath, getting weaker and weaker.

Covering the coffin, placing the coffin, setting up the brazier and incense table, and placing sacrifices, all the affairs were carried out in an orderly manner.After everything is done, someone will come to offer condolences.

Shu Ya knelt in the shed numbly as if she had lost her soul.Shu Yao accompanied her, gently stroking her back.Kneeling for a while, seeing her weak appearance, fearing that she might make a mistake, he ordered someone to help her back to lie down in the house.Thinking it was because of excessive sadness, and the fact that she hadn't eaten well these days, Shu Ya fell asleep after returning home.

　Today is too sad, the file is damaged, the manuscript is lost, and the manuscript of about 5000 words cannot be found.Cried a lot, sad beyond words.Is this a reminder from God that writing is a dead end?
　　I am so unwilling, I have very little time every day, I squeeze and squeeze, and the manuscripts I finally saved are just gone...

　　Re-write, the mood is so gloomy, I don't know if I can write it well.Blame myself for not doing a good job of file backup!Thinking about it, tears came down.

　　The article that no one reads is good, and there is nothing left.

　　I'm not in the mood to do anything today, and there may be important work I haven't done, so I don't think about it anymore.I feel so sad...

　　The days of online writing are so lonely, I like to write, and I am regarded as not doing my job properly, and it is a waste of time.No one reads what I write, no matter what, I am happy for myself.But today the manuscript was lost, so sad, so sad!

　　How to do it?Shall I cheer up and write again tomorrow?
　　So far in this chapter, my male protagonist hasn’t played much yet. If I rewrite the big appearance later, can I still write it so well?

　　cry...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)