The small courtyard was filled with wreaths, black veils hung on all four walls of the hall, a long table covered with white cloth was placed under the statue, and white incense candles were burning. A pitch-black coffin is placed in the center of the hall www.biquge.info the pen, like a reef in the waves, and like a black hole in the universe, exuding a hard, cold, and dark atmosphere all the time.

Dressed in a filial piety suit and wearing a triangular filial piety veil on my head, I knelt in front of the coffin and burned paper money one by one.

Seeing such a scene, combined with the title of this chapter, I believe everyone can immediately guess that this is a funeral scene.

The mournful funeral march was played in the hall on a loop, and this song, which was almost as familiar as the wedding march, once brought countless people to tears, but now I couldn't cry at all, and I couldn't even put on a sad expression.

The deceased was my grandmother, and although she was not related by blood, the relationship between them in the past 16 years was closer than that of any real relative.

So why am I not sad at all?

The reason is simple, because of the posthumous image.

――Who would take a two-meter-long full-body color photo as a posthumous portrait! Forget it with a color photo, grandma, you are more than 80 people, and you are wearing a flower skirt, wearing a big red flower, and making a gesture of looking back and smiling, do you want to scare people to death, or scare people to death, or scare people to death?

I clutched my forehead in pain, feeling the absolute shock to my young mind.

Despite this pain, I resisted the urge to remove the posthumous image, after all, it was arranged and prepared by my grandmother before her death, and I could not change it.

It's just that the people who come to mourn are suffering.

My best friend Zhou Yang came to help me, and from the very beginning he was shocked when he saw this portrait, and I knew that he must have wanted to laugh, but because of my affection, he had to make a sad expression, so now his whole face was like an extremely distorted towel handkerchief, and it looked as painful as a stomach perforation.

I patted him on the shoulder and said, "Thank you, buddy." ”

"You're welcome. Zhou Yang breathed a long sigh of relief, and was very happy that he could finally take his attention off the superb portrait, "By the way, Xiao Luo, why are so many people here today?

Of course I don't know, some of the people in this room have blonde hair and blue eyes and look like handsome European guys; some are tall and strange, and their facial features are so sharp and angular that they seem to have jumped out of a stone; and some of them don't show their faces at all, and they wear a black cloak wrapped from head to toe 24 hours a day, and the most important thing is that the cape is still pointed! God! I still remember that when I opened the door and saw a group of cloaked men standing in my yard, my heart beat like racing on the highway! I thought I was going to die in the gasoline torches of some F-named group.

Fortunately, the director of our neighborhood arrived in time to defuse a crisis.

My home is in a small village on the edge of the city, which is a typical urban village. The street director mentioned above is actually our former village chief, who is still the same person and is still in charge of the same things, but he has become the street director in accordance with the urban planning.

The street chief was a little old man with full combat effectiveness, who not only sent away the "suspected cult group" wearing a black cloak in a few words, but also brought me a helper.

"Little Lolo, you see, this is my nephew. You little guy is not yet an adult, and many things are inconvenient, so let my nephew help you in the past two days. The street chief beckoned to me as he pushed a handsome young man out.

"Hello, my name is Wei Lingjun. The handsome young man smiled at me and winked, and the smile with his own aura almost blinded me, so that I was stunned for a few seconds before I realized that I wanted to return the salute.

“…… Ah, Brother Wei is good."

The handsome big brother smiled and walked aside very consciously.

I looked at the handsome eldest brother, and then at the ordinary-looking street director, and asked suspiciously: "Director, is this Brother Wei really your nephew......?

"What nonsense, stinky boy?" the street chief snorted indignantly, slapping his thin chest hard, "I was more handsome than him when I was younger, and why couldn't he be my nephew?"

I nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes!"

"But...... I really can't remember which of my nephews he was......"

Cold sweat......

Aren't you still unsure? Is it really good to just accept someone from unknown origin as a nephew?

I couldn't help but cast a skeptical look at my handsome big brother, and then after just a second, all my doubts and dissatisfaction vanished.

In the short interval between my conversation with the street director, the handsome eldest brother arranged the mourning hall properly. Not only that, but he also arranged a special area in the courtyard to accommodate the guests who came to pay their respects, and even set up a table and a large cardboard box, and began to collect gift money one by one.

Big brother, you're very good!

Looking at the piled up of gift bags, my heart suddenly bloomed with little red flowers, and the spring was brilliant!

"To be honest, I don't know any of these weird guys. I said to Zhou Yang, "But since they all came with gift money, of course I want to let them in." ”

"Money junkies. Zhou Yang despised it.

"Although I don't know your grandmother very well, I have long admired her name. A gentle, slightly accented voice interjected.

When I looked up, I saw what a beautiful woman. The figure is tall and shapely, the facial features are the deep outlines of Westerners, but they are not so sharp, and the long flaxen-colored hair naturally hangs down, with natural big waves, which makes the whole person feel gentle. The eyes are bright and spirited, and the loose white robe makes one look like the gods of European mythology.

Zhou Yang grabbed my hand and tightened it violently.

I forgot to say that my best friend Zhou Yang is a royal sister who controls and adds M attributes.

"Are you ......?"

The beauty owed a debt very politely, and her voice was soft, "Hello, my name is Osinya." ”

"And me and me, my name is Doudou!" shouted the little girl next to Osinya.

"You...... Hello guys, my name is Li Jingluo. Thank you for coming to my grandma's funeral. ”

"Nothing. As I said earlier, although I don't know your grandmother, I admire her very much. She is a very famous person in my hometown, and I grew up listening to her stories, and even received help from her indirectly. I saw it today, and it was a very ...... Interesting people. ”

Thank you for your gentleness and thoughtfulness, and now you just say that she is wonderful, and I can't refute it. But was my grandmother really famous? If she was really that famous, I don't think I would have made a living selling haberdashery with her. Or is your hometown the kingdom of haberdashery, and my grandmother's reputation has resounded in the haberdashery world?

I was lost in deep thought.

Just as I was seriously thinking about how many levels of elders my grandmother belonged to in the haberdashery world, a strong force pushed me away.

"Hello, hello, I'm Xiao Luo's classmate. You've been talking about it for so long, so you're thirsty, come on, drink some hot tea. ”

Dead Zhou Yang, see and forget friends!

"Thank you. ”

Osinya smiled and took the water glass, smiled and thanked him, smiled and drank the hot tea, and then, with a roll of his eyes, poured down.

Zhou Yang, what did you give her to drink!

"Osinya!"

"Beauty!"

"Your Highness!"