private marriage

"What?" Ren Ran thought she had heard wrong.

"Huo Yuming's ashes."

She stood up and stared down at the urn, "Ling Chengxian, are you crazy?"

To actually say such a thing.

Ling Chengxian put his palm lightly on the table, "The place was on fire, and he was already dead when he was rescued."

"Impossible," Ren Ran stared straight at Ling Chengxian, "Then why don't I know anything about it?"

"You? Because you are not his family member, you are not even qualified to collect his body."

Ren Ran forced herself to calm down, not to collapse, there are still many things she doesn't understand about this matter. "Then who's going to clean up the mess? Even if it's true, it's not your turn to collect his ashes."

There was obvious struggle in Ling Chengxian's eyes, "Do you think I am willing? If it weren't for you..." The man gritted his teeth lightly, "I can't make it to the end. You really hate me for the rest of your life. This is the only thing he left behind. gone."

Ren Ran's blood turned cold, he clenched his hands and then loosened them, then clenched them again, "Are you lying to me?"

"I asked Si Yan to find a way to get the ashes, and the rescue records and cremation process can also be found. Ren Ran, he left as soon as he left. I don't need to lie to you."

Her palms fell on the back of the chair, feeling hopeless, she reached out to pick up the urn, and walked out without a word.

Ren Ran carefully placed it on the passenger seat, and drove out of Qingshang Garden. The car drove fast in the cold and desolate night, and soon arrived at the place where Huo Yuming had been before.

There was no light, leaving only a mess, the house was severely burned, and even the shops next door were not spared.

A few thick iron railings blocked the road, and Ren Ran pushed the car door in dismay. She walked a few steps forward, and the glass shards on the road had not been cleaned up.The door that came in and out was burnt to nothing but a frame, and the inside was black, like a gaping bloody mouth.

Ren Ran stood at the vent, tears streaming down her face.

An aunt living nearby carried a garbage bag and passed in front of Ren Ran. She paused, "Girl, do you know someone in there?"

Ren Ran nodded.

"Then you should contact us quickly to have a look. The fire burned really badly, and there was a gas tank in it, which exploded in the end." Auntie pointed to the garbage dump not far away, "Look, the roof has been overturned. "

"Auntie, are there any casualties?"

"It should be. When a person is carried out... it is said that it is already dead."

Ren Ran sobbed, and the aunt saw her pitiful, and quickly comforted her, "You should call and ask, maybe the person who happened to you was not the person you were looking for."

Her throat rolled violently, she kept nodding, and the aunt left with the bag of garbage.

Asking about other people's affairs is just a sigh of relief. The four words of empathy are the most untrue.

She no longer needs to make that call, and no one will answer it again.

Ren Ran returned to the car, looked at the urn dimly, "Huo Yuming, let me take you home."

She went to the funeral home a few days ago to find out that Su Yuemei had been cremated and her ashes were taken away. It should be Huo Yuming who came to her, but she didn't know where she was now.

Qing Shangyuan.

Ling Chengxian was sitting on the sofa, the light in the living room was not turned on, and there was a sound at the door.

The man looked up and saw Si Yan walking in a few steps, "Fourth Young Master, Young Mistress drove away, and it seems that she is going back to Xiabang Village."

Ling Chengxian subconsciously wanted to stop it. After all, it was late at night and the journey was far away, but he knew that Ren Ran's temper probably couldn't be controlled. "Let people follow her and keep a close eye on her, so nothing will happen."

"Yes."

He sat for a while without saying a word, then suddenly stood up. "Arrange a car, and I'll go there too."

"Fourth Young Master, it's already so late, you can rest at home, the people you send out are reliable, don't worry."

Ling Chengxian didn't agree, and walked outside quickly, Si Yan saw this and had to follow.

It would be night, and the way back would be even more difficult, so Ren Ran played a song that Huo Yuming liked.He sang this song at the school celebration performance party in the second year of junior high school. When he stepped off the stage, he was stopped by the school girl who forced him a love letter.

Ren Ran's eyes were dry and uncomfortable, but she couldn't shed any tears.

She didn't know how long she had been driving, but she only knew that when she returned to Xiabang Village, her waist could hardly straighten up and her legs were numb.

Ren Ran parked the car on the side of the road, and walked towards the village with Huo Yuming's ashes in his arms. There were no street lights in the village, and it was pitch black.There were no lights in every house, and Ren Ran walked with deep feet and shallow feet, and almost fell into the nearby field several times.

Ling Chengxian's car was right behind her, Si Yan was well prepared, and there was a flashlight in the car for climbing.

Ren Ran passed by a neighbor's yard, and the dog in the house couldn't help barking when she heard footsteps. She used to be quite timid, especially afraid of walking at night, but now she can hold the urn without feeling afraid.

After the Huo family's house was pulled down, no one cleaned it up. Ren Ran lit it with his mobile phone and found the ruins.

Ling Chengxian didn't follow him any more. He stood beside a ditch in Xiabang Village, which was dug by hand and was usually used to irrigate the farmland in the village.

He saw Ren Ran shrinking into a ball, hugging the urn tightly and squatting down.

Ren Ran threw away the broken brick at her feet, and after a small space was vacated, she dug it up in the wet mud with her hands.This place used to be the Huo family's yard. She vaguely remembered that there were a few peach trees, two persimmon trees, and three pear trees beside the duck shed, but the pears they produced were small and sour, not tasty. .

Si Yan turned off the flashlight, and the light at Ren Ran's feet became even more dazzling.

She pushed the dirt away vigorously with her fingers, and the broken bricks hidden inside hurt her fingertips. Ren Ran withdrew her hand in pain and looked.Ling Chengxian thought that she would collapse, or at least cry bitterly, but now she would kneel there quietly, neither crying nor fussing, just focusing on digging a hole.

Ren Ran picked up the urn, wiped it with her fingers reluctantly, and then gently put the box in again.

"Huo Yuming." She softly called his name, her voice choked and unable to speak.

That year, the flowers were in full bloom, and the garden was full of laughter. Ren Ran stood under the biggest peach tree, reaching out to grab the peaches that Huo Yuming had picked.

Huo Songquan was sawing wood in the yard, and wanted to make a chair for Ren Ran, while Su Yuemei was busy choosing vegetables, and there was still fragrant pork belly stewed in the pot.

Back then, the Huo family had a complete family of three, enjoying themselves happily, but now...

Ren Ran couldn't help but bend down and put his forehead on Huo Yuming's urn, but this best family of three could only get together underground.

Ling Chengxian looked at Ren Ran's back without taking a step closer. He seemed to be asking Si Yan something, but also seemed to be talking to himself. "She is so uncomfortable now, but there will always be a day when the wound heals, right? Is one month enough, half a year enough?"