Chapter 1091 My father is gone
Seeing that the family was understanding, the prison guard standing nearby briefly described Yang's father's life in prison.
When he was first imprisoned, Yang's father actively cooperated with the reform. However, during the holidays, other prisoners' families would come to visit them, and those who didn't come would send gifts, but no one came to visit Yang's father. Gradually, his spirit collapsed.
The prison guard noticed that something was wrong with him, so he contacted his family, called Yang Tao, and asked her to visit him in prison, but Yang Tao said she would not visit the murderer who killed her mother.
After that, the prison guard never called Yang Tao again.
From then on, Yang's father became weird and no longer worked actively. He often made mistakes, which led to several accidents. After applying for medical parole, he returned to prison to continue serving his sentence.
At night, when all the prisoners were asleep, he tore his clothes into strips and hung them on the head of the bed, then knelt down and hanged himself to death. He could have survived if he had just put his feet down, but he still hanged himself.
After the farewell ceremony, the body was put into the crematorium.
There were quite a lot of people cremating the body, and it took more than an hour to get the ashes. Yang Tao bought a black canvas bag, put the urn in the bag, and put it in the trunk of the car.
Zhang Ran told Qiuyu to continue driving to Yang Tao's hometown.
Qiuyu had been there with Yangtao the last time her mother passed away, so there was no need for Yangtao to show the way, as Qiuyu still remembered the route.
When we arrived at Yangjia Village, the car still couldn't get in and had to stop on the side of the road.
Just like last time, Yang Tao walked in front, carrying a canvas bag containing the urn.
In his left hand, Zhang Ran was holding a large bag of incense, candles, gold ingots and other items, and in his right hand, he was carrying two shovels and a sickle on his shoulder.
Qiuyu walked at the back, carrying a tombstone on her shoulder. It was obviously very heavy, but she held it with one hand and used the other hand to smoke, looking very casual.
This time, stepping into Yangjia Village still attracted the attention of the villagers. Like last time, Yang Tao did not say hello to anyone and went straight to his own cemetery.
Putting down the canvas bag in her hand, Yang Tao looked quietly at the two graves in front of her, one was her mother's and the other was her eldest brother Yang Jun's.
The originally bare grave was now overgrown with weeds and had some small trees growing on it, and it was obvious that no one had visited the grave for a long time.
"Mom, brother, I brought Dad here." Yang Tao looked at the two tombstones, "Now you should be reunited in the underground."
Qiuyu looked around and chose a spot next to Yang's mother's grave. He picked up the sickle Zhang Ran brought to cut the weeds, trampled on the saplings, and picked up a shovel to dig a hole.
Yang Tao also picked up another shovel and joined in.
As usual, Zhang Ran found a piece of grass to lie down and lazily bask in the sun.
This time, the Yang family got the news and quickly rushed to the cemetery. Seeing Yang Tao and the others digging a hole, they immediately stepped forward and asked, "Yang Tao, what are you doing?"
Yang Tao glanced at the bearded old man and said, "Uncle, my father is gone."
The uncle frowned: "Isn't your father in jail?"
"He committed suicide in prison." Yang Tao explained calmly.
In addition to the Yang family, there were also Yang's mother's family. Considering that Yang's father was imprisoned because he killed Yang's mother, and now he committed suicide in prison, the Yang family did not dare to say anything.
Uncle Yang immediately stepped forward to stop him: "Last time your mother passed away, there was no funeral, this time your father must have one!" His cloudy eyes looked Yang Tao up and down, "You are rich now, don't you want to hold a funeral for your father?"
Yang Tao: “Yes.”
Uncle Yang was stunned for a moment. Yang Tao had always been a pushover. When had he ever contradicted his elders? He asked in disbelief, "Are you really not going to hold a funeral for your father?"