Chapter 415 (1/2)

There were a lot of people going to and from Qiao's courtyard, and all of them were counted in at about 12 o'clock.

I don't know how many incense sticks have been burned in the hall. The strong smell fills the hall. Even people outside can smell the smell. From 7:30 in the morning to now, at least thousands of people have gone in, which makes people sigh the charm of Lord Qiao.

”Cover the coffin!”

As the crowd slowly retreated, the funeral ceremony host yelled, and the whole audience was completely quiet. Four men went forward to lift the coffin cover and completely covered the coffin.

Originally the eye is red and swollen Qiao Ling Er cried and ran over: ”no, I want dad, I want Dad!”

I can see the scene, the little girl's innocent cry, King Qiao's body trembled, closed his eyes and waved his hand. If he could, he didn't want to see Qiao ling'er sad, but his birth determined a lot of things, and many people were doomed to be helpless.

A woman went up to take Qiao ling'er away. Maybe she was tired of crying, or she was too sad. When she was carried away, she completely fainted.

The cover of the coffin has been covered, and the host said solemnly, ”take up the coffin!”

Twelve men walked over, each carrying a position, slowly lifted up the coffin and walked out of the hall. The guests who came to offer incense were scattered on both sides. At the moment, there was no sound at all. Lord Qiao walked in the front with a stick: ”son, father will give you a ride at last. Rest in peace.”

Out of Qiao's courtyard, twelve people carried the coffin and put it on a car that had been prepared for a long time. Although the funeral was a coffin, Lord Qiao only took a form. Finally, the body of eldest Joe still needed to be cremated.

The hearse started and began to drive towards the crematorium more than ten kilometers away. Two black cars opened in the front, followed by the hearse, followed by dozens of funeral carts. As for the rest of the guests, some had left, some followed the last journey.

King Joe didn't say anything, whether they were sincere or not, he just wanted to give Joe the last leg.

Outside Bingdu crematorium, there are crematorium personnel waiting here for a long time. When hundreds of cars stop, they all step forward and know who is coming. They are all in awe.

Joe's coffin was lifted down from above. King Joe took a last look and waved: ”it's packed in a crystal casket!”

The crematorium staff nodded, walked out of twelve people, carrying the coffin of eldest Joe, and walked towards it. Lord Qiao stood where he was and didn't follow him. He just let the white people take part in the past to watch, so as not to be quiet in the end.

Together with the coffin, they were sent to the incinerator with extremely high temperature, and Joe disappeared completely in the world.

Half an hour later, the crematorium management staff came to the crematorium with a black cloth covered crystal urn and put it in Lord Qiao's hand: ”Mr. Qiao, Qiao is here.”

Lord Qiao gave his crutch to black Shouwu and took over the urn with trembling voice: ”son, blame your father's incompetence. Let you be buried in a pile of ashes. If you can be your father in the next life, I will not let you leave me so early.”

As if to tell others, but also as if to tell themselves, quietly dropped a word, King Qiao carrying Qiao's ashes box on the black car: ”to Qiao's cemetery!”

The team started again, hundreds of cars slowly left the crematorium, giving a very depressing feeling, but also lamented the death of a person, such a big battle.

Joe's cemetery!

A cemetery built along the mountain, covering an area of more than 300 mu, was built by Lord Qiao several decades ago, in order to give the Qiao family's children and grandchildren a sense of belonging. The sons and nephews of the Qiao family who could not be buried in the cemetery were all people who did not pay much tribute to the family.

It has been built for decades. In the 300 mu cemetery, there are only a dozen tombstones standing alone. In the middle of the cemetery, you can see the most magnificent tombstone and built tomb, but at the moment, there is no intention of burying people.

It was left by Lord Qiao for himself. Even if he died, he would like to die in the circle of the sons and nephews of the Qiao family. It was a special reunion of the old man.

There were a lot of people coming here, but only a hundred people gathered around Lord Qiao and walked inside. The rest of the people were waiting outside. Lord Qiao took the urn and went to the cemetery reserved for himself and took a look: ”maybe I can sleep here for a long time.”

Shaking his head, he showed a trace of melancholy. Lord Qiao went to one of the three cemeteries next door, which was the cemetery of eldest Joe. When he reached the open position, he put the urn in, pulled off the black cloth and covered it.

Then the management staff of the cemetery went over and quickly sealed it up. Otherwise, some snakes, insects, rats and ants might enter the cemetery, and the surrounding area was blocked, even if it was raining.