The wind is surging outside, Zhang Ruiming is not shocked at this time, he is still sitting on the cold bench He can't do anything about it, he can only do his part, he just got home this day, he didn't go inside after taking off his shoes, and he was pleasantly surprised to find a pair of Louis Vuitton derby shoes on the thank you cabinet, he was happy, knowing that this was written by his father Zhang Qingcang, and Lao Zhang seemed to have gone home for dinner for the first time.

"Dad, Dad?"

Zhang Ruiming shouted while walking inside, and happened to meet Lao Zhang walking out in a hurry, holding a package wrapped in oiled paper in his hand, he didn't need to look at it to know that it was a painting, he wondered, this happened to be a meal, why did his father rush out before eating, is there anything urgent?

"Dad, why are you going out at this time?

Zhang Ruiming didn't speak loudly, Zhang Qingcang almost walked in front of him to hear it, at this time, hearing his son's voice, he suddenly raised his head, stunned for two seconds, with a panicked look, Zhang Ruiming only then found that the resolute father in the past was actually a soul at this time, he became nervous, held Zhang Qingcang's arm with one hand, and shook it twice.

"Dad, are you alright?"

"You're just in time! Hurry up and change your clothes and go out with me. ”

Zhang Qingcang was shaken by Zhang Ruiming like this, and he reacted from his trance and said to his son hurriedly.

"Change of clothes?...... Dad, what am I going to change?"

"Don't ask, hurry up and change into a black suit, I'll wait for you in the car!"

Zhang Ruiming was stunned, but Zhang Qingcang just urged him again, and then rushed out of the house in a hurry, at this time Zhang's mother came over, Zhang Ruiming hurriedly grabbed his mother and asked, "What's wrong with my dad?"

Zhang's mother sighed, and said in a quiet tone: "Your Uncle Gao died today, and your father rushed over to take care of the aftermath for him." ”

Zhang Ruiming heard this, but he was even more confused, he didn't remember who this Gao Bo was that his mother said.

"Gaobo, which Gaobo?"

"Oops! It's Gao Yunxiang who used to go to Hong Kong, played with your dad since he was a child, went to Hong Kong to mix around, and came back to make a fortune, but today he ...... Forget it, you probably don't have any impression, although you don't know this old Gao very well, but when you were born, including when you read later, people have helped a lot, you can't enter Jingang No. 1 Middle School without him, and now people are gone, forget it, don't ask, hurry up and listen to your father, hurry up. ”

Zhang's mother said a few words, and Zhang Ruiming remembered that this Uncle Gao, called Gao Yunxiang, like Wang Yingying, is also Zhang Qingcang's old friend. In the next ten or twenty years, he saw that the national situation had changed, and the policy was not bad, so he returned to Jingang, concentrated on doing industry, doing machining, and for a while I heard that it was very large, and the scale seemed to be close to Wang Yingying's Tianjin Pharmaceutical Chemical, and the people were also very bold, helping Zhang Qingcang and helping the Zhang family to make a lot of efforts, Zhang Ruiming did not have much impression of him, the most was the New Year's holidays, and occasionally encountered, forcing Zhang Ruiming to pour wine, so that he had a lot of shadows on this Jianghu Gao Bo.

In my impression, this Gao Bo is in excellent health, more than 60 people, he can swim back and forth in the Jingsha River at every turn, and he starts drinking at half a catty, but today he is actually ...... It's gone?

Zhang Ruiming thought wildly, but the movement on his feet did not stop, knowing that his father was waiting for him outside, he immediately went upstairs to change into a set of formal clothes, and then quickly went downstairs, in front of Zhang's father's Cayenne, he opened the back seat door and sat in, Zhang Qingcang immediately instructed the driver Xiao Jiang, "Go to the funeral home first!"

Along the way, Zhang Qingcang's face was pale, he didn't say a word, his mind was obviously not here, Zhang Ruiming saw that his father was in a bad mood, and he didn't ask much, he saw that Lao Zhang was still holding the sealed roll in his arms, and he was still so stiff and clamped in the car, he pulled it with his hand, and wanted to help the roll of the package put on the windshield behind the car.

But under his pull, Zhang Qingcang reacted instantly, and waved Zhang Ruiming away with one hand, "Don't worry about it." ”

Zhang Ruiming saw that his father cherished this package very much, and he couldn't say anything, so a car of three people drove quickly towards the Jingang City Funeral Home in this cold atmosphere.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, or if it's the case, this county road leading from Jingang city to the suburban funeral home is particularly cold, and both sides of the road are planted with dense landscape trees that Zhang Ruiming can't name, blocking the sunlight tightly, gloomy, and feeling chills in the car, Zhang Ruiming doesn't feel that he has buttoned the collar of his jacket.

Cayenne stopped in a row of sacrificial shops next to the gate of the funeral home, Zhang Qingcang got out of the car, Zhang Ruiming had to follow silently, Lao Zhang walked into a store, chose some flowers, candles, paper money, and asked the boss what kind of wreath was the largest, the boss asked him what kind of sacrifice he wanted to write, Zhang Qingcang waved his hand, and said that if he wanted to be blank, he wanted to write it himself.

The owner of the sacrificial shop probably didn't expect that there were still pilgrims of this level, and it took him a while to adjust the ink from it.

Zhang Ruiming held up two banners of sacrificial words, waited for the ink to dry and pasted on the wreath, and after picking it up, he took two steps back, only to see the two sentences at this time, "The exiled overlord Jin Wengong, can be lamented and rewarded in a dream".

Zhang Qingcang's aura is extraordinary, this handwriting is his skill for many years, at this point, Zhang Ruiming has not picked up a trace of inheritance at all, at this time he can only secretly agree, even the owner of the shop saw the handwriting of this old pilgrim, he sighed repeatedly, and said to the three of them: "Are you the leaders of the city, or the officials from the province?"

Zhang Qingcang didn't answer, he signaled to the driver to pay the money, and then moved the incense and candle offerings into the car, and the three of them drove into the Jingang City Funeral Parlor, and opened to the gate covered by pines and cypresses.

The car was parked in the top parking area at the highest part of the funeral parlor, and after getting out of the car, Zhang Ruiming helped take the offerings, and Zhang Qingcang led him and the driver Xiao Jiang to the place where the incense was strong.

I saw that this should be the most upscale hall in the entire museum area and burial area, this funeral hall is on the top of a hill, a three-storey huge building, a solemn atmosphere of white walls and black tiles, and a magnificent and quiet momentum. Coupled with the kneeling and welcoming of the Gao Bo family, this is the most solemn funeral Zhang Ruiming has ever seen.

It's just strange that at the gate of the memorial hall, a group of people stopped a certain pilgrim who went there, verified the identities of the visitors one by one, and looked at their attitudes, but they were quite blunt, not like the family members of the deceased, but like the caretakers who were checking.

When they stopped Zhang Qingcang and the three of them, Zhang Qingcang said a few words, they were ordinary friends, these people still had to see Zhang Qingcang's ID card, Zhang Ruiming felt even more strange now, he wanted to stand up and refuse, but Zhang Qingcang stopped his son, he was quite cooperative, and after registration, the three of them were put in.

Although he was treated rudely, Zhang Qingcang didn't say much, he led Zhang Ruiming inside, mourned to the family, and then put on the offerings, and then took Zhang Ruiming to Gao Yunxiang's ashes three times to worship and worship.

During the whole process, Zhang Qingcang didn't say a word, Zhang Ruiming didn't say much, just followed his father's actions, to be honest, although he knew that Gao Yunxiang and Zhang Qingcang had an extraordinary relationship, Zhang Ruiming's impression of the man in the black and white photo frame was far less deep than that of Wang Yingying, and his feelings were not the same as that of Uncle Wang. It's just that the situation is special now, and the deceased is the greatest, Zhang Ruiming didn't say much, just silently did his due etiquette and sent the old man on his last journey.

After bowing down, he stood up and looked at the small urn in front of him, but his heart was full of doubts, why did this Gao Bo just pass away, and he was cremated before the first seven days? According to the customs of Tianjin and Hong Kong, it is generally not necessary to put it for at least three days, how can this ......

He glanced down at Zhang Qingcang, his father seemed to be calm about all this, and after a silent salute, he sent the wreath with the elegy on it to the hall, and then, in front of this high Yunxiang spirit, took out the roll of wrapped things that he had been holding in his arms in front of him.

He tore it hard with his right hand, and the shell of the oil paper was torn open, and at this time, the few black-clothed people who were guarding the door to check outside, reacted at this time, walked into the mourning hall quickly, stopped Zhang Qingcang's next movement with one hand, and asked nervously, "What is this?"

Zhang Qingcang Jiang Gui's temperament was already a little unbearable, and as soon as he raised his hand, he actually threw away the man in black who stopped him.

"Who are you!?" Seeing that the old man suddenly became difficult, the men in black suddenly became nervous, as if they were afraid that Zhang Qingcang had brought something that could not be brought in, and surrounded him in a group, Zhang Ruiming saw that the situation was not good, and rushed forward to protect his father and block these arrogant men.

"What for!??"

Seeing this, the two parties were about to make a move, but Zhang Qingcang just smiled coldly, tore the shell of the scroll of oiled paper, and unfolded the things inside, sure enough, as Zhang Ruiming expected, it was just a landscape painting.

Zhang Qingcang held the scroll with both hands, and in this abrupt change, the eyes of the audience attracted the past, even those people in black who were nervous and very nervous, and then they quieted down, Zhang Qingcang completely spread out the scroll, Zhang Ruiming didn't see it clearly, just looked at a few strokes, and saw that this was a work with exquisite brushwork and extraordinary meaning.

And those black-clothed people, seeing that it was really just a picture scroll, they stopped this time, and several of them withdrew from the mourning hall as if they had nothing to do.

Zhang Qingcang, who held this picture scroll, the next action was even more amazing, I saw him raise his hand, took a burning incense candle, and then lit it at a corner of this picture scroll, the flame gradually spread, and the rivers, mountains and rivers in the picture scroll, and the landscape were all returned to dust in this flame.