Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu exchanged a glance, and smiles appeared on both their faces.
As they saw it, since Yi Zhonghai had relented and said he was willing to think of a way, that meant there was great hope for this matter. Turning the Xu Family's house into the Jia Family's house was just around the corner.
The night grew darker and darker. At around eight in the evening, a broken, grief-stricken sound of weeping suddenly came from the entrance of the Siheyuan. The noise echoed through the silent night, making everyone in the courtyard's hearts prickle with unease.
"Who's wailing like there's a funeral this late at night?" Yan Fugui's home was right by the main entrance, so he was the first to hear it. He quickly threw on his clothes, got up, and went out to check, wanting to see who had come to the courtyard entrance to howl just when everyone was about to rest.
Yan Fugui walked to the main entrance and saw a large group of people outside the courtyard gate. At the head were the two women, Qian Meifang and Xu Ting.
Mother and daughter walked toward the Siheyuan entrance while crying and wailing. Behind them were several people carrying two door planks, and on the planks lay people covered with white cloth.
Yan Fugui understood. The Xu Family's father and son had been brought back from the hospital. He quickly stepped aside and cleared the way.
The other residents in the Siheyuan also came out of their homes one after another. They watched the crowd coming in through the entrance, whispering among themselves, but no one went forward to speak or stop them.
When someone in a household passed away, holding a wake and arranging a funeral was only human nature. Even