I was quietly eating my own instant noodles, and suddenly, a sad and indignant voice came out: "He. . . Mother. Who, who smashed the glass of Lao Tzu's thirty yuan, my **** ancestor. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The voice was full of grievance and anger, and there was a hint of crying. I silently ran into the car with the instant noodles I hadn't finished eating......

This time, sleepiness finally swept over me, and after eating the instant noodles in my hand, I edited a text message about the matter here and sent it to Xu Ze, and I also leaned back on the seat and fell asleep with peace of mind.

When I opened my eyes, the sun was already shining on my face from the window glass, looking at the glass on the car, I couldn't help but think of the glass on the supermarket window, I don't know what the clerk did in the end, anyway, I shouldn't be able to find me.

When I woke up, the car was already speeding down the road, and half of the reason I woke up was due to the bumpy road.

"Wake up" The man who was driving actually turned around and said hello to me, and I hurriedly said, "Master, it's better for you to look at the road." "I saw that there were trees on both sides of the detour ahead, and if I accidentally bumped into it, it wouldn't be a big deal at this speed, but bumps and bumps are inevitable, and the important thing is that we may not be able to make it to the boss's funeral.

The funeral of the boss was held at noon today, and the funeral customs in each region are different, and the custom here is that you need to eat a white banquet, and relatives and friends must be sent aside when the funeral is held, so the hour cannot be late.

Fortunately, although the road conditions were not good, the man's car drove quite steadily, and there was no unexpected situation, and at nearly nine o'clock, the car entered an antique village.

After entering the village, you can see the villagers coming and going on the road, many women are dressed in traditional Miao services, but some people are dressed in modern clothes. Most of the people dressed in Hmong service were older people, and along the way, I noticed that the whole village was older.

"There are very few young people in the village." I asked.

"The young ones have gone out, where are so many young people in the village, and those who stay are either very young, or they are lazy and unwilling to go out to work." The man said helplessly.

But it's worth mentioning that the village is surrounded by dense forests, and it seems that the environment here is well maintained. In the car, I could smell the fragrant air outside.

"Ah, my arm." Suddenly, Ding Qi, who was next to me, covered his arm and screamed.

"Xueba slept on your arm all night, can it not hurt?" I looked at the two of them who woke up in a daze, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Really?" Li Qingqing still looked at me in a daze, then glanced at the little boyfriend next to her slightly apologetically, and then naturally pillowed her head on Ding Qi's arm again.

Ding Qi looked at me with a bitter face, but he didn't dare to have any objections.

"It's useless to look at me, she's your girlfriend." I held my head to say it wasn't my business.

Ding Qi lip-synched me, it should be four words of unrighteousness, but I deliberately said to Li Qingqing: "What, you want to give me your girlfriend?" I don't want it, I can't afford it. ”

Ding Qi looked at me dumbfounded, and her whole face began to despair.

Sure enough, Li Qingqing's head was lifted from Ding Qi's arm, and he glanced at Ding Qi gently, quite with the momentum of looking at the world, without saying a word, don't turn his head and lean against the glass.

"I'm still very righteous." I whispered in Ding Qi's ear.

Seeing Ding Qi's eyes, I couldn't wait to eat me, I hurriedly silenced and closed my mouth, and watched Ding Qi beg Li Qingqing for mercy funny.

Finally, in front of a house with a white cloth on the door, the car stopped. I also became a little heavy, as everyone in the car was, but I am afraid that it was not as heavy as me, and my heart was not only heavy, but also fearful.

Although the boss is not killed by me, his death is directly related to me, although it is for self-defense, but it can't erase the impression of others, and I can't tell them that the boss was not killed by me, but by ghosts! The devil believes it.

I got out of the car with heavy steps, followed the man, and walked into the house with the others.

"You're Xiao Kou's classmates, come in, come in." As soon as we entered, a middle-aged woman wearing a white cloth around her waist and wearing Miao service greeted us, and she led us into the courtyard.

There were already a lot of people gathered in the courtyard, but everyone was not noisy, quietly sitting in their seats, listening to a traditional musical instrument. Directly in front of the courtyard is the lobby, where a master is tying paper figures. The smell of rice spread from the backyard to the frontyard. The boss once told us that the happiest time when he was a child was when an old man died, and he followed him to eat a white feast. Because the white banquet of the Miao people is very rich, all kinds of meat, chicken, duck and fish will definitely be set on the table.

The woman asked, "You must have a good relationship with Xiao Kou." ”

I was always at the back of the crowd, and Ding Qi talked to the woman in front: "Yes, we have a good relationship with the boss. ”

"Hey, I didn't expect this bastard boy to dare to do murderous deeds, he deserves to die." When the woman said this, she couldn't help but shed tears, obviously insincere.

"It's this table, you can sit down for a while, if you need anything, call that girl, he is my daughter and Xiao Kou's own sister." The woman pointed to the maiden who had served with her.

The girl looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old at most, the same age as Zhu Ke, and her eyes were always gloomy for some reason staring at the photo of Kou Xinpeng in the lobby in front of her. From our point of view, I couldn't see the girl's face except for the girl's beautiful figure, but even so, I could vaguely see some familiar places, as if we had seen them.

Everyone on both sides is holding a flute-like instrument and blowing hard, and the tone is mournful, as if telling a grievance.

It is said that the funeral of the Miao people is a banquet for 12 days, all kinds of rules are mixed together, a funeral can not be done without half a month, but now after all, the society has changed, if you really want to do it according to the old rules of the past, the average family can not afford it economically, such as the food during the banquet, a table may be nothing, but to invite relatives and friends over, there are no more than a dozen tables can not be taken at all, and this is a rural family, it will definitely hurt the muscles and bones, so the funeral has developed to this day, the banquet guests still exist, and the paper people also have, but they are all biased towards formalization.

After sitting at the table for more than an hour, we young people sat together, not even daring to play with our mobile phones, until the funeral really began.

Listening to the suona in unison, the drum bursts, the boss's mother, the middle-aged woman who received us at the beginning, just cried in front of the boss's mourning hall, there was a girl standing next to her, the girl had been supporting the middle-aged woman, and there were some old people sitting on the seats on both sides, and they all looked at the photo of the boss with sad expressions.

Those of us all stood outside the mourning hall, silently watching this scene.