When I returned to Liang Ya's grandfather's house again, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon, close to five o'clock. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Lin Wenjian, Liao Xiaoqing and others, who were wandering around the city, also returned, lined up, and incense was incense on the urn covered with red cloth one by one, and burned some money paper in a brazier.

When burning the paper, Wang Bo silently recited what he wanted to say to Liang Jingquan, and this time his words changed, Wang Bo said to Liang Jingquan:

"Uncle Liang, I now find that the root of all tragedies probably comes from hatred, you hate me, I hate you, you take revenge on me, I will retaliate against you in turn, retribution, infinite wants. If you had treated me with sincerity, hated me so much, and looked at my relationship with Xiaoya with a tolerant eye, I think you would not have caused such a disaster. Six points of this calamity are the will of God, and one part is the turning and change of the wheel of history by me, a person who should not be in this world, but the other three points are not due to your arrogance and intolerance? As a result, I hurt others and myself, and at the same time I was trapped in endless sorrow for my wife and daughter.

"So, Uncle Liang, I will learn your profound lesson. Do not easily make enemies, always have a tolerant and grateful heart, and look at everyone around you with the greatest kindness. ”

After half past five, more people arrived, in addition to Liang Jingquan's relatives and friends in his hometown, his colleagues, classmates, school leaders at Yongcheng Middle School, including a deputy director of the Education Bureau after hearing about the incident, and Zhou Minzhou, the deputy director of the Education Bureau who Wang Bo had met, all came, offering incense, burning paper, laying wreaths, and condolences to Liang Jingquan's widow.

I don't know if it's Wang Bo's own dark psychology or what, when Liang Jingquan's top boss, the principal of Yongcheng Middle School, a guy in his fifties, with a shy belly and a rich face, was a hand again, and patted Cheng Wenjin on the shoulder to make her "mourn and change", "don't be sad", Wang Bo always felt that this guy's motives were impure and he was taking advantage of Cheng Wenjin. After that, Wang Bo lost his face when he saw this guy, and he forgot his promise to Liang Jingquan not long ago to "look at everyone around him with the greatest kindness".

After dinner, relatives and friends began to say goodbye one by one. When he said goodbye, Wang Bo deliberately observed the performance of the big-bellied principal, and found that this *** once again repeated the action he had made to Cheng Wenjin not long ago and patted him on the shoulder, Wang Bo felt that he had indeed not wronged this guy just now:

This *** is indeed an authentic pervert, second-rate! The upper beam is not correct and the lower beam is crooked, Liang Jingquan has a heart for Jiang Mei, perhaps because he was influenced by his boss, and he also wants to learn from him.

"Old pervert, just keep stretching out your dog paws, one day Lao Tzu will stomp your dog paws and feed the dogs!" Wang Bo thought viciously.

The group of people in the English salon also began to say goodbye, because they were in the countryside, they couldn't get on the shuttle bus at this time, so the three drivers had to act as coachmen, and each car was divided into several to send everyone back. Tang Jian and Sun Li were in charge of sending the people in Class 7, while Wang Bo was in charge of sending Zhong Jiahui in Class 8 and Lu Wei and Li Qianru in Liang Ya's class.

However, when Wang Bo threw the three daughters at the door of their respective family areas, the three girls wanted to let Wang Bo get out of the car, "Good people do it to the end, send Buddha to the west", and sent them all to their respective doorsteps, which made Wang Bo laugh.

In fact, when he finally sent Zhong Jiahui to the door and went down the stairs to return, facing the black and steep stairs, there were not many lights, and there were few people in the community, Wang Bo himself felt a little chill down his spine, and any sound around him would make him stand on end, hold his breath, and have the urge to run away.

Because they will be buried tomorrow, Cheng Wenjin and Liang Ya, who are widows and daughters tonight, need to hold a wake for Liang Jingquan. Wang Bo had guarded the spirit of his mother in his previous life, and he knew what it was like, and he didn't sleep all night, and when the Taoist priest was overdoing the Fa, he would kneel for several hours and kowtow countless times, which was definitely a double torture of the body/body and spirit. In his previous life, several uncles and mothers spent time with him. In order to survive the long and difficult night, the uncles also took out the poker and played poker for several hours, and of course there were other mahjong players. In general, the custom here in the Quartet is to treat funerals more and more as happy events, commonly known as happy funerals, so it is okay to play poker and mahjong during the wake, and it will not be regarded as disrespectful to the dead.

Wang Bo was worried that Cheng Wenjin and Liang Ya would have no one to accompany them on the night of the wake, and they couldn't stand it. But as an outsider who was nothing, he really had no reason to stay there. I want to spend it with the two mothers, but I also have "more than enough to do", so I can only pray that everything is okay with them.

That night, Wang Bo once again asked Zeng Ping to lie on a bed with him. Holding the girl's soft, warm, and fragrant body, Wang Bo was much more impulsive than last time, and he wanted it a little, but in the end he restrained it with supreme perseverance. It stands to reason that he shouldn't have done that kind of thing at such a time.

Early the next morning, Wang Bo drove to Shuangliu Airport to pick up Wen Jin's relatives. Cheng Wenjin's parents, an elder brother and a sister will come over in person, and the other brother and sister will only bring a message and a red envelope because they can't ask for leave from the unit. Wang Bo only had four people to pick up this time, so there was no need to call Tang Jian or Sun Li to join him.

At Shuangliu Airport in Shudu, Wang Bo received Cheng Wenjin's parents and elder sisters. Wang Bo has never seen Cheng Wenjin's mother's family, and at first sight, he found that both Cheng Wenjin's parents and older sisters are quite good-looking, and their conversation is quite elegant.

On the way back to the Quartet, Wang Bo roughly introduced Liang Jingquan's accident to the four people, of course, the version is the same as what Liang Jingquan's parents and elder sisters heard, and also talked about the current situation of Cheng Wenjin and Liang Ya and the progress of Liang Jingquan's funeral to the present. After finishing speaking, there were bursts of sighs from behind, all of which looked embarrassed and sighed. However, except for Cheng Wenjin's mother, whose eyes were red and tears flowed, lamenting the misery of her little sister and granddaughter in Shanghainese dialect that Wang Bo couldn't understand, Liang Ya's grandfather, uncle and mother did not shed tears.

The arrival of his parents and elder sister made Cheng Wenjin seem to have found an outlet, and it was another cry. Liang Ya's condition is similar, hugging and crying with her grandmother. Liang Ya's grandmother hugged her niece, who was much taller than herself, and comforted her, saying that grandpa, grandma, uncle and aunt have all come to see them, everything will be fine, don't be sad, don't be sad.

More than a dozen people from the English salon came over again this day to help Liang Ya and her mother get busy and do what they could.

At noon, after lunch, the Taoist priest began to chant the scriptures and make preparations before the burial. Two young Taoist priests dressed in earthy yellow Taoist temple costumes, holding wooden swords and talismans, grunting in their mouths, chanting words, lighting the talismans in their hands from time to time, and asking a group of close relatives to run around a small tree in a pot with soil, and occasionally let them throw money into the pot, of course, they are all gross tickets and block tickets, the whole scene is like a dancing god. In his previous life, Wang Bo himself was treated like a Taoist puppet by a commanding obedient puppet to do such a famous hall, or ceremony, at that time I didn't think there was anything, just numb movements; now, from the perspective of a bystander, I saw a group of people being played by two Taoist priests in their early twenties, but I only felt funny in my heart, and there was a ridiculous idea that people were being played by monkeys. Later, Wang Bo realized that the items of this kind of ritual can be more or less, including the time for chanting scriptures, which can be long or short. The amount and length are based on the amount of money. Each project is clearly marked with a price, depending on the owner's choice, but some basic projects are indispensable. Of course, before the host talks to the Taoist priest, the Taoist priest will ask the host to choose as many items as possible, saying that after choosing, it will be easier for the dead to go to heaven, and the children and grandchildren will be more likely to be blessed.

This is all.

After a performance of dancing gods, the next step is the funeral. The funeral will not carry the urn directly to the cemetery, but will always go around the cemetery, which means that the deceased will go to his hometown again before being buried, and see the mountains and rivers that gave birth to him and raised him, and the old folks.

The funeral procession was opened by a Taoist priest and a few bands of blowing and beating, beating gongs and drums, followed by the deceased's close relatives, that is, Liang Ya and her mother Cheng Wenjin, who were holding the portrait of their father, followed by Liang Jingquan's older brothers and sisters, nephews, men and women. In the back, there are guests from afar, who have no requirements, and anyone who wants to give the deceased a ride can follow them.

Of course, Wang Bo was going to see Liang Jingquan off for the last time, so he followed at the back of the team. Tang Jian, Liao Xiaoqing saw that he, who was the eldest brother, followed him, so naturally he would not fall behind, and he also went with him. The procession stops and goes, opens roads in the mountains, and builds bridges when encountering water - this is of course theoretical, when encountering junctions or river bays, usually the people who walk in front set off firecrackers to scare away the big ghosts and small ghosts along the road, and open the way for new ghosts. Of course, it is also said that it is to greet the big ghosts and small ghosts, worship the dock, let their subordinates be merciful, and don't bully newcomers. It's up to you how you interpret it.

Anyway, it's all a ghost trick.

The funeral procession lasted about an hour, culminating in a cemetery. Outsiders don't have to go in, but they can watch from afar.

So, in Wang Bo's distant gaze, the two young Taoist priests were dancing gods, scribbling with wooden swords, burning paper in the pit where the urn was about to be buried, and pinching the's comb and sprinkling chicken blood, pretending to be a ghost, and finally letting Liang Ya put his father's urn in, pile it with loess, and accumulate it into a tomb, insert a tomb float on the grave, and put a wreath around the fourth middle school.

At this point, the entire burial ceremony is almost over, and only the burning house remains.

The Burning House is in a clearing next to the cemetery. The spirit house is a paper house made of bamboo and colored paper, a large paper villa, but although the sparrow is small, it is complete, including refrigerators, color TVs, washing machines, air conditioners, sofas, various household appliances and furniture, and even cars, and there are servants, of course, they are also fake, made of paper, or used to coax ghosts.

When this large, generous villa, which only the rich can enjoy, is set on fire, it means the end of the whole burial ceremony. The flames burned, turning everything to ashes. When the wind blew, the dust with Mars flew everywhere, frightening many spectators who were too close to run away.

Wang Bo was also very close, but he didn't run, and his eyes kept looking at the spiritual house that had turned into a fire. In the flickering firelight, there was a face looming in the huge fire, it was the face of Liang Jingquan. Liang Jingquan's face changed into different shapes with the flow of air, but no matter how it changed, it could be seen that it was a smiling face. This laugh is not a mockery, but a smile, a knowing smile. Liang Jingquan, who was smiling, looked at Wang Bo, his mouth opened and closed, as if to say:

Wang Bo, this time I'm leaving, I'm really leaving. Xiao Ya and Wen Jin will be handed over to you to take care of, they are the most important and concerned people in my life, you have to treat them well - you promised me, I will watch you from the sky.

I hope we don't hate each other again in the next life......

"Uncle Liang—" Wang Bo shouted into the firelight, and before he knew it, he was already in tears. (To be continued.) )