The funeral of Jinbao's mother was set on the twenty-sixth day of the lunar month, that is, the day after her death.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming, you can't let a dead person stay at home for the New Year. Besides, the death of Jinbao's old lady has become a nightmare for almost every car and mountain man at night. Hurry up to bury this old woman, and quickly drive away the ominous feeling that lingers in your heart, which is the most important thing in everyone's hearts, otherwise the people of this year will not be able to live well.

The tomb of the old lady of Jinbao had been repaired a long time ago, and the coffin had been burned by fire, and the seven old men gave the coffin they had prepared for themselves to the old woman.

The seven old men always felt that the old woman's death was caused by his own words. When Jinbao found someone to carry the coffin, he only charged six hundred yuan, which was the price of previous years. Now there are more than 1,000 such fine cypress coffins.

Because the old lady was burned to death, Jinbao was somewhat blinded in the eyes of the villagers, and went around to find help with Xiaoxiao. Thinking that Jinbao's old lady died so miserably, and also thinking about finishing her funeral, everyone is at ease for the New Year, and the villagers are still willing to help.

Jinbao's son, Koizumi, had already been recruited to the city, and he rushed back after hearing the news of his grandmother's death.

Invite the Taoist priest to mourn, invite the drum group, find the funeral craftsman, and ask the chef to run the banquet. As soon as something happened, it was a little hectic, but there was also some chaos and excitement.

The Jinbao family built a pergola in the courtyard, and the people who came to help gathered a lot of noisy people.

In order to change his impression in the hearts of the villagers, Jinbao specially invited a troupe from the county town to make a funeral.

Because of this one, everyone has some expectations for the funeral of Jinbao's wife.

Only the seven old men are a little disdainful, they don't honor your mother well when they are alive, and they will fix these useless things when they die, turtle son, take your mother's death and put gold on your face.

The seven old men are the stonemasons in the village and the craftsmen who carry the mourning. The stonemasons will sing the kind of rough and high-pitched lifting trumpet, the kind of trumpet that goes straight to the sky and turns around, some poignant, some solemn, suitable for expressing respect for life in the last journey of life. Those trumpets, soaked in sweat and tears, are the bloody cry of generations of stonemasons in their rough lives. It's just that now, not many people can sing such a trumpet. Maybe in the future, the old people can only go on the road silently, maybe only those noisy modern music will send them on the last journey of the world.

At the beginning of the night, the performance of the song and dance troupe began. The villagers who had eaten the Ba Ba banquet in the evening came to watch, and the atmosphere was a little warm.

The stage was set up in front of the hall of Kampar's new house.

In the hall was the blackened coffin of Mrs. Jinbao. The flickering candles, the flickering incense, and the smell of burning paper make the atmosphere a little dull and depressing.

The stage was set up brilliantly. Twinkling neon, brilliant backdrops, and stylishly dressed actors and actresses.

The music sounded, and first a shiny male singer sang a rock song "Nothing".

“…… Oh, when are you going to come with me, oh, I'm going to go with you......"

The seven old men felt that the lyrics were so mad on this occasion, as if the old lady of Jinbao was shouting who would go with her.

An actress wearing heavy makeup and arms and legs walked up. The seven old men were a little worried that on such a cold day, this woman would not freeze and catch a cold.

"Yo, look, that woman's legs are so long." The corners of the tooth dog's mouth began to drool.

"Yes, that **** is warped, like freshly steamed white flour steamed buns." The black oil can smacked his mouth and said.

Someone laughed at the black oil can and said: "Gu Yigui, you have to keep your eyes open for this thing, you have to enjoy it, no one will hit you with the sole of your shoes." ”

There was a burst of laughter in the crowd. The seven old men took a hard puff of leaf cigarettes, what kind of funeral is this? What has become of this?

The actress sang a song "Look at You Again" in a loud voice.

"At the moment of breakup, let me look at you again......"

The seven old men glanced at the Jinbao father and son who were on the side, I am afraid that they really don't want to look at his wife again, such a tragic situation, the seven old men feel panicked when they think about it.

The seven old men felt a little ridiculous, a little bored, and left Jinbao's house alone and walked to his own house, Qiuqiu followed him on his heels.

In the middle of the night, the weather was even colder, with a swishing cold wind and a light rain with snowflakes, and it was getting heavier and heavier by the time it was almost dawn.

It rarely snows in the winter. There are many children who have never seen snowflakes at the age of seven or eight.

The fluttering snowflakes soon changed the shape of the earth. The snow in the south, with large flakes and a fluffy texture. Cheche Mountain was covered with a layer of snow, like a giant cream cake.

Those trees, bamboo forests, crops in the fields, weeds, as if they were full of white flowers overnight.

It's getting colder. But people's mood was excited because of this rare snow. The children even carried plastic bags to collect a thin layer of snow on the ground. I want to keep such a god-sent white fairy tale for a longer time.

After the funeral, Mr. Taoist walked in front, and the drum team followed.

The cool and melodious suona sound resounded on the earth after the snow, and the snowflakes on the branches also trembled and swayed. It is Zhu Duangong of Wumiwan who blows suona, and his suona is a must in several nearby towns. If someone's funeral is without him, it will not be complete, and it will be said.

The sound of gongs, drums, cymbals, followed by Zhu Duangong's suona sounded.

"Let's go!" The seven old men shouted, full of energy, and the shout floated up to the top of the car, overpowering Zhu Duangong's suona.

The seven old men opened their throats and sang the trumpet, and the seven old men behind them sang along.

Eight old men carried the dark coffin, followed by a large group of mourners.

The shouting of the seven old men was full of blood, and the voice burst out from his chest, revealing the arrogance, masculinity, and awe of life and the dead of the Sichuanzhong man.

The long and tactful singing, the treble cracks through the clouds, and the bass is depressed and frustrated, with the pace of the men, sending the deceased away on his last journey in the world.

Many people can't understand what the seven old men are singing, those procrastination and transposition, those shouts from the bottom of their hearts, but they are moving, and let people realize that this is the solemnity and solemnity that the funeral should have.

"It's still the seven old men who have momentum, and this posture is not reduced back then." Wu Mingjiang said to Liu Xiaosi.

"That is, when my seventh brother was young, he was one of the best men in ten miles and eight towns." Liu Xiaosi had some pride on his face.

Wu Mingjiang said a little sadly, "These seven old men must die behind me, and when I die, let him sing like this, and let Zhu Duangong blow like this, send me on the last ride, and leave lively." ”

Liu Xiaosi was suddenly speechless. These were things he had never thought about. The seventh brother sang the trumpet and sent so many people away, but when he is old, who will send him?

The coffin entered the tomb, and the seven old men personally sealed the mountain gate.

The paper money burned, and the green smoke floated into the air with ashes, like black butterflies. Did the old woman also go to another world with this green smoke?

The two Jinbao families, as well as the two Koizumi children, and other mourners, knelt in front of the grave. The white filial piety clothes, filial piety, are the same color as the white earth.

There were also people buzzing and crying.

What are you crying about? Crying for the dead cannot be chased, crying for the impermanence of life, crying for the unrelenting in my heart......

The seven old men raised their heads, the sky was still so dark, the snow was falling again, and the snowflakes fell on his face, cold and cold.