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When the old man left, he was smiling, and he walked peacefully, as if he was asleep, with his eyes closed and a smile on the corner of his mouth.

After the farewell performance, Fang Wenqi did not go to the hospital, nor did he want to go to the hospital, in the last few days of his life, he just wanted to stay at home and stay with his disciples and grandchildren.

He Xiangdong also let his apprentices come back, and the performance of Xiangwen Society during this period was handed over to others to be responsible, and their own family members specially accompanied the old man and accompanied the old man to the last journey of his life.

In the last few days, the old man lived very comfortably, and there was always a smile on his face, as if he wanted to finish laughing all the time he hadn't laughed enough in all these years.

The old man walked on a recliner, bathed in the warm winter sun, and walked very warmly.

Xiao He was the first to find out, because when he found out that he was taking a chicken cake to eat for his grandfather, he couldn't wake up his grandfather.

Xiao He cried and said to He Xiangdong that his grandfather was asleep.

He Xiangdong hugged Xiao He, tears like rain: "Grandpa is asleep......"

Two days later, Fang Wenqi was buried in Tianling Cemetery.

He Xiangdong wore linen and filial piety and sent the master on his last journey.

On this day, there were many big horns in Beijing's cross talk circles, music and art circles, Liyuan Xing, and literary and art circles, and they all came to see off this venerable old man.

Fang Wenqi didn't have any big fame during his lifetime, he didn't have good popularity, and he didn't get recognition from the cross talk world, but he was very beautiful when he left, which he deserved.

Reporters and media wanted to come for an interview, but He Xiangdong refused, He Xiangdong refused any reporter to cover the funeral, he didn't want to see these people, he just wanted to send the master away quietly.

The reporter did not photograph the funeral, but the news still spread, and there were countless viewers of the Xiangwen Society in Beijing.

On the day of the funeral, many visitors to the Xiangwen Society came, and the road under the Tianling Cemetery was already full of people.

They didn't make a noise, they didn't say much, they didn't have the joyful impulse to see the star, they just stood quietly on the side of the road, and saw off the old man they respected very much with their eyes and a heavy heart.

After the funeral, He Xiangdong returned to Xiangwen Society, took out the tablet of Master Fang Wenqi, and placed it next to the statue of Master Zu, and next to the tablet there was a photo of Fang Wenqi, a photo taken by Fang Wenqi before he died, a photo with a smile.

In front of the tablet, there are three incense sticks, and there are also melons and fruits at four o'clock.

He Xiangdong led a group of apprentices to worship the master.

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At Tianling Cemetery, Qian Guosheng got out of the car wearing linen and filial piety, holding white flowers in his hands, and Secretary Tao followed behind him.

When he arrived at Fang Wenqi's tomb, Qian Guosheng put down the white flower, reached out and wiped Wenqi's photo above the tombstone, and sighed.

He didn't care about the dirty, sat on the ground, beckoned, and Secretary Tao delivered the wine to Qian Guosheng.

A small jar of Moutai, Qian Guosheng took out two cups, poured two cups, one to drink, and one to sprinkle the ground.

He said: "The Moutai brewed during the three-year difficult period, the best Moutai in the world, can no longer be found, and I only have this small half of the altar left." Let's drink all of this today. ”

As he spoke, Qian Guosheng poured two more cups, one cup for one person. Seeing that there was wine and food on the grave, he said, "How can there be no food without wine." ”

As he spoke, Qian Guosheng tore off a leg and a chicken neck from the roast chicken in front of the grave. He put his leg in front of Fang Wenqi's grave, holding the chicken neck in his hand.

Qian Guosheng looked at the photo of the master, and squeezed out a smile on his face: "In the past, our family was poor and didn't have to eat, when there was a chicken to eat, you always gave me your legs, you ate the chicken neck, you always said that the chicken neck has a taste and is more delicious." You're going to have to let me taste this one better today, you're the one who loves me the most. ”

As he spoke, Qian Guosheng stuffed the chicken neck into his mouth, but after only one bite, his tears fell.

"That's it. Qian Guosheng took out the chicken neck, wiped his tears, and then looked at the master's helplessness and sadness.

A lifetime of master and apprentice, a lifetime of father and son, how can there be such a thing as them, if you don't see them for decades, goodbye is life and death.

Qian Guosheng trembled and exhaled, he groped in his arms, took out a pair of jades, looked at Fang Wenqi's photo and said: "You gave me this pair of jades, you have to be able to sing Taiping lyrics when you talk about cross talk, I can sing it, really, I will sing it to you." ”

"Dada......"

Qian Guosheng held the jade in his hand, skillfully played a bunch of flowers, the plate eye returned to normal, and sang: "That Zhuang Gong wandered out of the west of the city, and when he saw others riding horses, I rode a donkey, and turned his head to see a man pushing a cart. ”

"The boards that hit the wall are turned up and down, and who are the ten poor and nine rich. Say it's your home-cooked meal to be full, or those coarse cloth clothes to be warm. Don't go to that fireworks willow lane, some people know that the pain is a wife. When a person is going to be in trouble, pull him along, and when a person is in a hurry, don't count him. ”

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"The sky is a treasure, the earth is a pool, and the fish in the world are mixed with water. The parents raised children to tie their children, and there were filial sons and grandsons who raised fish in water. The brethren are to be with the fish with the water, and the concubines with the water with the fish. You will give birth to a dutiful son, and you will tell him to go east, but not west. You're going to have a grudge...... Rebel son, you tell him to beat the dog, and he will go...... Go after ......"

"Alas......" with a long sigh, Qian Guosheng put down the board, he couldn't sing anymore, "Persuade people, persuade people, persuade people." I've been persuading people all my life, but I can't persuade myself. ”

"Ho ......"

"Master. ”

Qian Guosheng's eyes were full of tears, and his voice was already choked: "My luckiest thing is that you picked up me who lost my parents on the street back then, and I am just an orphan who has fled." Not only do you dislike me, but you treat me as your own, just like your own son. Teach me skills, raise me, and marry me. ”

"I've been blaming myself for all these years, I don't know if you're blaming me, you should be blamed, and you shouldn't blame me. My junior brother He Xiangdong is also an orphan and lives on the streets, and you picked him up too, how similar to me. Master, do you remember me?"

Qian Guosheng shed tears and couldn't cry, and after a long time, the tears stopped for a while, and he said in a trembling voice: "Young heart, fame and fortune, young and ignorant, self-righteous. I thought I could help you, but I was really blinded by fame and fortune, I was wrong, Master, I was wrong. Guosheng is wrong...... Master...... Guosheng is wrong. ”

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Secretary Tao couldn't bear to look at it anymore and hid aside.

A breeze came out, blowing up a few pieces of paper money on the ground, floating in front of Fang Wenqi's tombstone, blowing in front of Fang Wenqi's smiling photo.

also blew the incense burning in front of the grave, and a few wisps of thin smoke were blown by the breeze and gathered on Qian Guosheng, on Qian Guosheng, who was crying bitterly, and on Qian Guosheng, who was crying and regretting his mistakes.