Song Dingxiang [Completed]

C81. A Dream.

Chapter 81

The funeral of Song Xingren seemed quite lively, after all, his son and grandsons had received some silver, and everything like filial duties and the coffin had been prepared beforehand. It was just when it came to smashing the basin that things got a bit chaotic.

As for the flag raising, it was not a big deal. But smashing the basin required the eldest son of the family to do it. Song Zhishen was the eldest son, and when he went to pick up the ceramic basin at the gravesite, he was unexpectedly stopped by his younger brother, Song Zhiyang.

"Big brother, it's not that I don't want you to smash this basin, but think about it, would father be happy if you smashed it?"

Song Zhiyang was actually a quiet and hardworking man who didn't talk much on normal days. However, during these past few days of vigil, many people had expressed their hope for him to smash the basin. Although he had always thought that if their father passed away, it should be the eldest son to smash the basin, these days he started to wonder, why couldn't it be him?

If he smashed this basin, he would be seen as the dutiful son of his father, and others would also look at him with respect in the future.

After hearing this, Song Zhishen was stunned, "Younger brother, what do you mean?"

Song Zhiyang tightly held onto the ceramic basin and said, "Who caused such a big trouble in our family? It was sister-in-law. And why did she cause this trouble? It's because you didn't teach her well. If it weren't for what happened, father wouldn't have had a stroke."

Song Zhishen's face turned pale, and he trembled all over, "Younger brother, how... how could you say such things? I'm your older brother."

"I'm saying it precisely because you're my older brother. If it were someone else, I wouldn't say it. With father in this state, do you want him to rest in peace?" Song Zhiyang took the ceramic basin from his brother, walked to the grave, lifted his hand with a serious expression, and forcefully smashed the basin into pieces.

With a loud bang, the ceramic basin shattered, and Song Zhishen's body swayed before finally collapsing in the snow.

The sound of crying filled the air after the basin was smashed. Especially Gao hsi, who was lying at the gravesite, crying with a mixture of emotions, "You old coot - you just left me like this - how am I supposed to cope with you gone?"

Song Dingxiang stood on the outskirts, watching Gao shi wail in anguish, unable to conceal a sneer.

During these vigil days, Gao shi hadn't shed a tear. She sat there blankly, occasionally glancing at the offering bearers, or directly staring at the dutiful sons and grandsons kneeling in front of the coffin.

Others said the old lady was just too grief-stricken, but Song Dingxiang saw a hint of deep calculation in her eyes.

Sure enough, when everyone returned home, Gao shi pushed away Zhu shi and her daughter-in-law who were helping her, and said to the village chief and the others, "Don't leave, I have something to say."

Song Xingyi paused, looking irritated, but still stayed behind, telling Li shi to take the family back home to warm up. After standing outside in the freezing cold for two hours, everyone was freezing.

The warm room felt cozy, and Fifth and Sixth Grandaunt followed Li shi back, instructing the younger ones to go home and warm the bed, as they wanted to stay and await news.

After a considerable time passed, Song Xingyi returned with a grim expression.

Li shi asked, "What happened over there?"