"When I heard that two chefs had died, the restaurateur ran away as soon as possible. Another said.

"I shouldn't have run far, I didn't run away, I didn't get caught back, and I paid more than 200,000 yuan to my family. The old man with a sparse beard next to him said.

"Alas, the old couple worked hard to raise the baby, but after only two months of cooking, the person was gone. It is said that cooking will not starve to death for the rest of your life, who knows that you will be blown up to death, it is really too many accidents. ”

Wen Xiang followed Wen Xiang's mother to Fengling Town to purchase, and by the way, he went to the house where the accident occurred at the south entrance of Fengling Town. Five or six meters away, he heard these people discussing the cook's death, and his heart was beating when he heard it.

Wen Xiang's mother entered the main hall and said to the couple, "Please mourn." ”

The couple saw Wen Xiang standing next to him and said, "Two years ago, my son was the age of your son, he just graduated from junior high school, but he graduated from cooking school two years later, and he ...... just after graduation."

Wen Xiang's mother grabbed Wen Xiang next to her, afraid that he would also be killed, she comforted the couple and said: "This is just an isolated case, and people's luck is sometimes really uncertain." ”

At this time, the four people who were supporting the coffin next to them played suona, and their voices were full of sadness. Those who heard it couldn't help but cry.

In the distance, a gray-haired middle-aged woman walked slowly and stepped up the steps in front of the door and entered the hall. When she saw the huge black-and-white photograph in the hall, she seemed to remember something, and her mood was low.

Wen Xiang's mother said: "This is your cousin Xia Ning who plays games and lives on the streets, me, call aunt quickly." ”

Wen Xiang shouted, "Auntie." ”

The gray-haired middle-aged woman raised her head and saw Wen Xiang, her mood was touched again, and she couldn't help but say in a trembling voice: "My son, that is, your cousin Xia Ning, was as old as you when he ran away from home. ”

He looked at the black-and-white portrait of the chef in the hall again, shook his head, and said, "No, it should be a little bigger than you, like him." ”

"What a good child, why don't you study well, play games every day, fight with people, and be caught and detained. ”

Someone recognized this gray-haired middle-aged woman, sighed and said, "Alas, your Xia Ning, there is not much difference between dying and not dying." Why don't you play games every day, and end up on the streets. ”

Wen Xiang was shocked again, and thought to himself, I also played a game......

Being a chef, playing games, I have both, will I end up like them in two years?

Or worse?

More people gathered in front of the mourning hall, and the surrounding villagers rushed over to pay their respects, and some people helped to send the funeral.

Some of them wore white filial piety clothes and wore strips of white cloth on their heads, and stood in front of the door.

Wen Xiang exited the hall, crossed the six-meter-wide road, and stood across the street to watch.

"Rise, play mourning!" As the leader of the crowd shouted, three people in two rows each lifted the coffin and stood up.

"Let's go!" the man called out again for command. The funeral procession slowly walked out of the door and headed west along the road, and the couple cried out at the coffin.

The rest of the people who remained brought out tables and chairs to prepare for the banquet on the side of the road. Although it's just a white thing, it's just as good as it is not shabby at all.

Wen Xiang watched from afar as the funeral procession walked more than a mile west, followed the dirt path on the side of the street, and finally stopped at a plateau.

"Fall!" the leader shouted again.