As soon as the car drove to the ancestral forest at the entrance of the village, I saw a figure shaking between the tombs, and the pickaxe was waved to draw a light in the humid air.

Yang Xing stepped on the accelerator again and went straight to the village, when he passed by the door of the house, Xylophone did not get out of the car, she asked Yang Xing to drive the car directly to his house.

He didn't speak, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the car back to his house quickly, and before he got out of the car, he saw some people coming out of the door of his hometown, some of them were still wearing filial piety hats and robes, and a white cloth was hung on the door frame.

Muqin sighed and said in a trembling voice, It's Uncle Zhenfu who has an accident, you go down and take a look, just say it, she covered her tired and sad cheeks with both hands, and cried weakly.

When he came back to his senses, he pushed open the door of the cab and wanted to get out of the car, but he rolled out of the car with a fit fit, he got up with difficulty, stumbled to the door, stepped into the courtyard, and saw a coffin blocked by the door of the hall, and a black-and-white photograph of his father's enlarged bust was placed there coldly, and there were lights flickering and smoke rising.

Yang Xing burst out with a bloody scream, Daddy, before the voice fell, he suddenly fell to the ground, and immediately fainted.

Mr. Hu and the bank ran over, together with everyone, helped the foreign bank up, everyone beat their chests, and pinched people, and finally woke up the foreign bank, the servants sat on the ground, tore each other, cried loudly, low and hoarse crying straight into the hearts of people, drilled into the heart of the sour tears, but no one could stop it, the people cried to death, and they were about to faint to the ground.

In fact, Mr. Hu and the bank have cried and fainted several times, and now, the two of them have reached the point of extreme sadness and weakness.

As Zhenfu's son-in-law, Mr. Hu is a sincere master, Zhenfu treats him well, for a long time, has been treating him as his own noble person to respect, at the same time, but also as his own show off façade and noble frame, Mr. Hu is grateful for the benefits of his father-in-law, Zhenfu as his own father in general, respect him everywhere, always want to repay him, therefore, for Zhenfu's death, Mr. Hu is true feelings, this, the village people can see, but also more and more respect for this intellectual who attaches importance to studies and affection。

Huoyazi heard the cry of the foreign company in the west courtyard, and knew that her little son had returned, she immediately took Chenchen's little hand and hurried over, she scolded the foreign company who was crying on the ground, what are you crying for, you will die, people can't be resurrected after death, even if you cry to death, you can't replace the dead ghost? Besides, the old ghost has also reached the time to die, what if you don't die? If you die to try to be clean, leave the living to wipe his belly for him, such an old man, what else is there to love, stop crying! No one is allowed to cry again.

The people next to him were shocked, but they didn't expect that the would-be wilted teeth on weekdays turned out to be like a different person, speaking dryly and crisply, like a housekeeper who is rigid and stubble.

Feng'er saw that Muqin was back, and stepped forward and said in a hoarse voice, sister-in-law, I was incompetent, I didn't take care of my family, and it was all my fault that such a big thing happened.

The xylophone patted Feng'er on the shoulder, unable to say anything.

Zhenfu's funeral was very scene and lively, in the hundreds of years of history of Xinghua Village, it can be regarded as a beautiful scenery and fame,-- by:dad856|33147|9420081 -->