"I can go alone. You can go back to sleep," she said.

Liu Xueyun's voice was low but firm in the night: "Let's go together."

He family.

Yang Ruoqing and Liu Xueyun looked around. Apart from He's father and mother resting in the room in the backyard, Xiao An in the mourning hall, and a little girl from the He family who was wearing sackcloth and mourning, whose face could not be seen clearly, there were many other signs in the shop.

Less than anyone else.

"So many relatives came during the day, but they were all gone at night, leaving no one to stay with the He family!"

Liu Xueyun, who had always been taciturn, couldn't help but muttered when he saw this situation.

Yang Ruoqing said: "It would be nice if those so-called relatives and friends can come over and help me during the day."

Because He Qingsong was a young man who died in a foreign country, this was unlucky in the eyes of these people. They would definitely not be willing to stay at night, unless it was the kind of relationship where they were so close that they could not distinguish between each other.

In addition, due to the hustle and bustle during the day, it cannot be ruled out that some people come with the intention of watching the excitement.

In the end, the only ones who were really sad were He Qingsong's own parents and sister.

And, my best brother Xiao An.

"Shall I go in and call Xiao An out?" Liu Xueyun asked for instructions.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "Don't worry, let's listen to what they are saying first."

The two of them found a place where they could observe the mourning hall without being easily noticed by Xiao An and lurk.

In the mourning hall, fifteen-year-old He Lian'er knelt in front of the earthen basin and burned paper money for her brother. She sobbed softly, and strings of tears fell into the earthen basin.

Xiao An was sitting on his knees, looking very ugly.

"Uncle He didn't say that when he talked to me earlier, why did he have to go back so soon?"

In the suffocating mourning hall, Xiao An asked He Lian'er very puzzledly.

He Lian'er sniffed and whispered: "The landlord came earlier and talked to dad for a few words. After dad came back, he discussed with mom and planned to go back to his hometown early tomorrow morning."

"After all, this is not our own house. Setting up a mourning hall in someone else's house is inherently unlucky. If we continue to perform rituals, the landlord will definitely not allow it."

Xiao An was annoyed and took out a banknote from his body and stuffed it into He Lian'er's hand.

"Isn't it just a house? Take this banknote to your parents and we will buy this house!"

He Lian'er looked at the amount on the banknote and waved her hands in surprise.

"Brother An, don't do this."

"Take it and give it to your parents!" Xiao An's eyes were blood red as he picked up the banknote and stuffed it into He Lian'er's hand again.

"Brother An..."

"Go quickly!" Xiao An shouted.

He Lian'er had no choice but to get up, carefully hold the banknote and go to the backyard.

In the mourning hall, Xiao An almost collapsed and fell to the ground, looking at the jar of He Qingsong's ashes and laughing at himself: "Good brother, I'm really ashamed. Your brother, I have been used to spending so much money as a businessman for so many years, and I haven't saved much money. Okay.

Now, it’s enough to buy this shop.”

"This is the only thing I can do for your family..."

Soon, He Lian'er and Father He came to the mourning hall together.

Xiao An quickly stood up and looked at Father He anxiously and expectantly.

Father He stuffed the banknote back into Xiao An's hand and said to him earnestly: "Xiao An, our family is very grateful that you can bring Qingsong's ashes back."
Chapter completed!