At night, the Beibi Mountain exudes a mysterious atmosphere, and today's small village under the mountain is wrapped in a sad atmosphere. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info originally in the small village during the slack time, people gathered in groups of three or five to talk about the parents at a time, and get a barbecue and drink some beer, all of which is a kind of enjoyment. But today, the people in the village are sitting around the small courtyard of the Wang family.

Everyone's face was filled with sadness. Wang Lao, the popularity in the village is excellent. Both men and women, young and old, have great respect for him. Since learning the news that Wang Lao is dying, everyone has gathered at Wang's house. Not for anything else, I just want to give him a ride at the last moment.

At this time, the small courtyard of the Wang family was also full of people.

Aunt Hao and Uncle Hao were as busy as Wang Lao's ancestral hall. Wang Hao looked at the man standing opposite with red and swollen circles in his eyes, grinned and sobbed and threw himself into his arms.

"Alright, alright. Let's talk about your third master's current situation. Wang Weize hugged his son, and his heart was equally sad. Beside him stood two men in their fifties.

Wang Hao cried for a while, barely controlling his emotions, and looked at the two people standing beside his father, "Uncle, second uncle." You're all here! Third grandfather, I'm afraid I can't hold out tonight..."

The oldest generation of the Wang family, there are three people in total. Wang Lao is the youngest, and there is an eldest brother on him, that is, Wang Hao's grandfather. The eldest uncle and the second uncle in front of him are the sons of his grandfather. His father was an old man, and he was more than ten years older than the two uncles. Wang Hao's second grandfather died during the Anti-Japanese War, and the eldest grandfather died when Wang Hao was very young.

Behind Wang Hao's father, there are four people, two men and two women. They are Wang Hao's eldest brother, sister-in-law and sister and brother-in-law. It can be said that this is already the owner of the Wang family now.

Wang Hao's sister Wang Jing is 29 years old this year, and her husband is also from Luoyang. Wang Jing walked to Wang Hao's side, her eyes were slightly red, and she hugged him in her arms.

There have been only three generations of the Wang family for three generations. Whether it's grandparents, fathers, or their generation. Therefore, Wang Hao, as the youngest member of the Wang family, loves him the most whether it is his brother or sister.

"Xiao Hao, let's stop crying." Wang Jing comforted Wang Hao while raising her hand to wipe away her tears.

Although the third grandfather loves the little one the most, Wang Jing often played at the third grandfather's house when she was a child.

"Hey!" Wang Hao's uncle sighed and said to Wang Hao's eldest brother behind him: "Xiaoyu, you will drive your uncle back to Luoyang in a while, and quickly customize a set of shrouds for your third grandfather, and ask for the best." Second child, go out and appease the villagers. ”

"Xiao Jing, you and your sister-in-law will accompany Xiao Hao to rest first. Guodong, you are a doctor, stay by the old man's side with me. "Everything was arranged properly, and the uncle suddenly aged a lot.

Everyone got busy, and Aunt Hao and Uncle Hao followed Uncle Wang Hao out to appease the villagers. Wang Hao's eldest brother, Wang Yu drove away overnight with Wang Weize.

The night was overcast and the sky was unusually dark, there was no moon and no stars, and it seemed that a heavy rain was destined for tomorrow. It seems that God is sympathetic for Wang Lao, and wants to express his sad emotions with a heavy rain.

When Wang Weize and Wang Yu returned to the courtyard, it was already early in the morning. And Wang Hao's uncle Wang Weixiong and second uncle Wang Weiye were both in Wang Lao's room.

The sky has begun to brighten, and a light rain is coming from the sky. There was no terrifying lightning and thunder, so it fell silently on everyone's heart.

"Third uncle? Third uncle? Third Uncle..."

Wang Weixiong, who was woken up by the haggard Wang Weize, wanted to see if Wang Lao was asleep, but when he came to the bedside, his heart trembled. I saw that the corners of Wang Lao's mouth seemed to be smiling, but the residual warmth of his body was gradually disappearing. After screaming a few times and not answering, Wang Weixiong and his two younger brothers knew that their third uncle had left peacefully.

......

"Third grandfather... Woooooooo

"Woooooooooo

"Go all the way...."

Wang Hao, who was already sleeping extremely unsteadily, ran out of the room when they heard the sound, and the sad cry will echo throughout the room. Reverberates throughout the village...

Early in the morning, the villagers got the news of Wang Lao's death, every household was a cold pot and a cold stove, and the street outside Wang Lao's small courtyard was full of villagers in the village. Some silently wiped away the tears on their faces, and some lowered their heads sadly, recalling the past. The whole village was immersed in deep pain, echoing the dark and drizzling rain.

In the small courtyard, in the hall.

Wang Lao was wearing a neat shroud and lying peacefully in the coffin, Wang Hao's tears covered his entire little face, his voice was already hoarse, Wang Jing was crying sadly and pulling Wang Hao to death.

Uncle Hao and Aunt Hao accompanied Wang Weixiong to receive the elders in the village in the small courtyard, and everyone sat together to discuss matters related to Wang Lao's funeral.

Outside the village, the three brothers Wang Weixiong worked hard for a whole day, and with the help of the villagers, they finally prepared for Wang Lao's funeral. In the countryside at that time, most of the elderly chose to be buried after their deaths.

On the second day after Wang Lao's death, a mourning hall was arranged in the lobby of the front hall, and Wang Lao lay in the coffin with a dignified appearance. In front of the head, there are lanterns and sacrificial fruits.

Because Wang Lao had no children in his life, Wang Weixiong's three brothers took Wang Hao and Wang Yu to guard the spirit of Wang Lao. The villagers came to mourn one after another, and the mournful crying did not stop for three days.

Wang Hao, who was kneeling in front of Wang Lao, lost a whole weight, his little face was haggard, and his eyes were red and swollen. As if he was stupid, he only knew that Mu Ne's return gift to the villagers had been burning paper.

All kinds of past events with Wang Lao continue to linger in my heart, the happiness of childhood, and the hard work of cultivation. When he went south and north, Wang Lao carefully urged, every word, every smile, every feigned anger. As if everything was just yesterday, as if everything was going on.

"Third grandfather, your grandson still has a lot of things... Third grandpa, I still have a lot of interesting things to tell you at school... The third grandfather woo woo woo..."

For three days, Wang Hao did not leave an inch, he just wanted to take a few more looks, and engraved the image of Wang Lao deeply in his heart.

On the day of Wang Lao's funeral, when the coffin was buried in the ground, he finally couldn't stand it and fainted.

Wang Hao was dizzy until he gradually woke up in the evening. When Wang Weize and others were sorting out Wang Lao's relics, they found the suicide note left by Wang Lao early. And the most important one is to officially hand over the position of Zhengyi to Wang Hao.

There are three tokens of the throne, a jade, a plate and a dagger. The jade is mutton fat white jade, and the whole body is snow-white and round. The disc is a compass, a must-have for Taoists. The dagger was the Qinggang that Wang Hao had seen at the beginning.

"My time is near, and although I have no children in my life, I will enjoy happiness in my old age. Today, I will go, and there are three things to do. Our royal family has inherited a powerful alliance from generation to generation, and set up Wang Hao as the head of the next generation, taking over all matters of the door, and passing on the tokens of the sect. Second, for the ancestral house of my Wang family, you don't need to fight, temporarily transfer to the name of Wang Weize's nephew, and when Xiaohao becomes an adult, it will be his real estate. Third, calligraphy and painting antiques at home can be distributed by themselves. My life is not for money, and I have left very little legacy, and I hope that my three nephews will not forget their family affection because of money......

--Unique"