The Ye family's house is large, and the backyard is even larger, comparable to a football field.

Ye Taigong's mourning hall is located in the backyard, everything has already been arranged, incense lingers, candlelight is shining, more than a dozen monks are chanting scriptures, mixed with the cries of several women, the atmosphere is a little heavy.

It was already nightfall.

Under the control of the Ye Shaoyi brothers, all the clan relatives are also in place, some people keep accounts, some people set up a stage, and some people entertain guests, everything seems to be in order.

The Ye family is the richest man in Shanghai, a well-known wealthy family, and red and white things must be beautiful and decent.

Walking into the gate, there is a passage, and white chrysanthemums are arranged on both sides, which is the only way to the mourning hall.

When Ye Hui saw these white chrysanthemums, he already knew that he was late, and two lines of tears fell unconsciously.

There is a long table on the left side of the entrance of the mourning hall, and there are three elders sitting at the table, and there are many small books on the table.

Most of the guests will send favors and wreaths when they visit, and they will routinely hand over to these three old men before entering the mourning hall to keep accounts, and these small books are the bookkeepers, which is the custom of the Ye family.

On the right side of the door of the mourning hall is a row of wreaths, on which there are two white pieces of paper floating on the left and right, writing XXX Lord Eternal, XXXX respectful Yunyun.

Seeing this situation, Ye Hui was sad and couldn't cry.

"What kind of relatives are the three?" asked an old man in his seventies softly, "If you want to send someone else, please come here." “

Ye Bei glanced at this old man, thinking that it was most likely his father's uncle.

Walking to the long table, Ye Bei glanced at the love book, which was written on the filial piety book of Zi Ye, the love book of the eldest grandson Ye Shaoyi, the love book of the second grandson Ye Shaolian, the love book of the granddaughter Ye Jianchun, and so on.

At this time, several men came over, sent a wreath, handed a few hundred-yuan bills, and said, "I am Ye Shaoen's friend, and I want to send a favor." “

The old man picked out Ye Shaoen's love book and said, "Write your names and the amount." “

The men wrote as they were told, bowed slightly, and then walked into the mourning hall.

"Whose friend are you, young man?" asked the old man.

Ye Bei gently placed the urn in his arms on the long table and asked, "Can you give me a new book?"

"New?" The old man lifted his glasses, a little puzzled, but still took a new one and handed it over.

Another old man glanced at the urn on the table and said, "Your square thing seems to be an urn?"

"Hmm. Ye Bei nodded.

"The young man has a heart, but Ye Taigong's urn has already been prepared, it is a high-grade golden silk nanmu, I am afraid that you will not need this urn. “

"It's okay, it's our own. Ye Bei said as he took the brush on the old man's chest, dipped it in ink, drew a few words on the cover of the small notebook, and then handed it to the old man in it.

"Own?" The old man was a little puzzled, took the human love book in Ye Bei's hand, and helped his glasses, wanting to see what this young man had written.

The old man's eyesight may not be very good, and it is a little difficult for him to keep accounts here, and the big characters have to be put together in front of him to see them.

When the old man saw these words clearly, he trembled, his withered hands trembled uncontrollably, raised his head, and looked at Ye Bei with a complicated look, "You are ......"

"Hmm. Ye Bei nodded.

"Third brother, what's wrong?" the other old man asked.

The old man, who was called the third brother, handed over the notebook.

The old man's eyesight was better, and he caught a glimpse of it, only to see six strong and powerful characters written on the book:

The eldest son and grandson Ye Hui!

The old man looked at Ye Hui and his son with a pair of cloudy eyes.

After a long time, he choked up and said, "Ah Hui!

Ye Hui was still in grief, and when he heard someone calling, he called: "Third uncle, fourth uncle, sixth uncle." “

Ye Zhixiao is an only son, and these three are not Ye Hui's uncles, but their cousins.

"Ah Hui, it's been more than 20 years, I didn't expect you to finally come back, you are also old, we can't recognize you. The third uncle laughed with tears.

"Yes, the years are unforgiving. Ye Hui said with emotion, "This is my son Ye Bei." “

"My sons are so old!, okay!" The third uncle took out another love book and wrote Ye Bei's name with trembling hands.

The fourth uncle raised his throat and sang: "The eldest son and eldest grandson Ye Hui Baibai!"

"Great-grandson Ye Beibai!"

The two lines of singing landed, and the entire mourning hall seemed to tremble.

Everyone looked towards the door of the mourning hall.

"Who is the eldest son and grandson Ye Hui?"

"Who is Ye Bei?"

Some people in the mourning hall may be able to regain the memories that have been sleeping for more than twenty years, while some people never know that there is a person named Ye Hui in the Ye family.

And the few people who remember Ye Hui heard this song, and the pores of the whole person stood up, "Is he finally back......

"Come in!" said the fourth uncle kindly.

"Thank you, Fourth Uncle. Ye Hui bowed, his heart was very moved, these two words of the fourth uncle's singing were undoubtedly announcing his identity and status in the Ye family to everyone.

"Stop!" a heavy shout came from behind, "you still have the face! Did I say let you in?"

Ye Hui looked back, how familiar and unfamiliar that face was, as if he had seen it countless times in a dream, but it seemed as if he had not seen each other for a century.

"Dad. Ye Hui still spit out the word, "When did grandpa leave?"

Ye Zhixiao snorted coldly, "You are such a big shelf, it is really harder to see you for the last time than to ascend to the sky!"

Hearing this, Ye Hui, an old man in his forties, couldn't stop crying, "I came today to see grandpa for the last time, but I didn't expect it to be late." “

"Then you can go. Ye Zhixiao's tone was a little indifferent.

"Dad, I'll go in and kowtow and leave. “

"Don't call me Dad, you have already severed the relationship with my Ye family, unless you kneel at the door for an hour today, don't think about entering the mourning hall for half a step!" Ye Zhixiao flicked his sleeves and walked into the mourning hall alone.

"Grandpa, Ah Hui is not filial!" Ye Hui bent his knees and slowly knelt down.

Ye Bei hugged his father, "Dad, if you want to kneel, we will kneel in front of the coffin, what is it to kneel here?"

Ye Bei held Ye Hui hard and didn't let him kneel.

"The Ye family is really a big rule!"

Ye Bei was furious, took Ye Hui's hand, and went straight into the mourning hall.

As soon as he took a step, four men in black suits immediately appeared in the mourning hall.

The first one was very strong, and at first glance he was a person who practiced martial arts, he stretched out his arm and said, "Ye Lao has spoken, and the two of you must not let it go!"

Ye Bei's eyes showed a cold light, "Good dogs don't get in the way!"

"Be polite, or ......"

Before the other party's words fell, Ye Bei's hand rose and fell, and he slapped it with his backhand.

There was a crisp "pop", and the stout man flew out sideways, hitting the table and chair hard.

"Boom", the tables and chairs fell into a large piece.

The stout man spat out a mouthful of blood, interspersed with four teeth.

Seeing this, the other three took a step back, and their eyes showed fear.

"Who dares to stand in the way!" Ye Bei roared, and the sound shook all directions.

Hearing the voice, Ye Zhixiao turned back.

"Ye Hui, what do you want to do!" Ye Zhixiao roared.

The crowd also gathered around.

Ye Bei kicked away a chair in front of him, wiped the blood on the back of his hand, and his tone became much calmer, "This sentence should be asked to you, my father has not stepped into the Ye family for more than 30 years, and today the first time he came to the door, let us kneel outside the door for an hour, I want to ask, what do you Ye family want to do?"

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