Zhang Tsai Road took the high-speed rail all the way south, went to Taizhou, did not take the car to the Buddha station without a car, but directly took the national highway, around Wen County directly to the village, so nearly 100 kilometers.

In the car, Zhang Bo talked about all the process, that is, what happened at home, with his son, and his son's answer was, I wore linen and filial piety to bury Erniang.

In front of the teacher's house, there is a cluster of cut yellow paper, in the local custom is to say, this is the mourning family, someone has died, to send a big mourning, the villagers, neighbors, friends and relatives can come to mourn.

A long bamboo pole picks up a swan made of paper to the sky, which means that the deceased wants to ride the west, and the string of paper money fluttering in the wind shows the style of the lost family.

Under the plane tree, there is a group of bands, sitting around a table on one side of the gate, they play some folk songs, red songs, and modern pop songs in a chaotic manner.

The sound of suona, the sheng pipe flute played, the drums were combined, outside the mourning hall, a group of people who plucked the offering left, and a group of people came again, eight bows and nine knocks, very sincere. On the table in the mourning hall, there is an urn, in front of the urn is a recent photo of Zhu Rong, a beautiful and ageless face, a red lips that want to talk and stop, a pretty and neutral nose, a handsome and shy sun and moon, in the eyes, like water, like fog droplets, looming. It is like the little lake that is not finished with sorrow, that is, it is clear to the bottom, and it contains willows and smoke.

The incense is burning, the white candle is burning, this is the way of the deceased to heaven, there is a bright light illuminating, there is no darkness, identify the way, all the way forward. Before leaving, the deceased prepared food: fruits, cakes, and dried millet covered with pot ashes were all placed in front of the statue, don't shout, teach and educate people. Nor can they be transcendent and holy, and they will not eat the fireworks of the world.

The urn was placed on a high table, replacing the old coffin, and in front of the high table was a small table on which the offerings mentioned above were placed.

On both sides of the urn, hay is paved. To the east, Zhang Tsailu was wearing a mopping white filial piety suit, tied a rope around his waist, and knelt on the guard. The teacher's family is a single family, and Xiao Mingzi is also dressed on the road, but a blue top is tied to the hat, which means righteous son. On the other side, Shi Yan was still full of filial piety, kneeling there. There was no crying, for the tears were dry. Liu Yijia was below her, accompanying the vigil.

In the mourning shed, there are no virtuous grandsons kneeling in the shed, only two old men next to the incense case come to serve incense and wine to the people who perform the sacrifice to bid farewell to the dead.

On the north and south streets in front of the teacher's house, there are two tables with accounts, and the tables are full of literate and writing people. They are to write prayers, and those who come to mourn are to keep accounts with them. There are also those with a hundred dollars, some with fifty dollars, and some with a thousand dollars. Those with more than 1,000 yuan are three relatives and six aunts, relatives and friends, enlightened people, etc.

There are more than a dozen tables on the street for those who come to pay their respects. In the courtyard of Yilan's house, there is a dining car, and several fat chefs are busy with lunch meals.

Brother Meng is the prime minister of the funeral situation, and the funerals in the five villages are basically his head. It is divided into inner cabinet and outer cabinet, and on the outer cabinet is received by Huang Zhongyi, who is the chief writer there, including a school teacher, and one is the principal, in his forties, clean and neat, elegant and dignified kind of man, many people line up in front of them to pay tribute, and the red renminbi shines in the sun. A thin and weak man is busy counting money, he is thin, his eyes are very energetic to stare at money, he is called He Qiang.

"What's your name? He Qiang asked without raising his head.

"Liu Yang. Old schoolmates. When He Qiang looked up, he smiled and said, "Yilan's husband." ”

"Liu Yang. Eight thousand and forty dollars. He Qiang said to Principal Chen, who was the main writer.

"I'm not alone, this is the list of people from the East Village who pay their respects." Liu Yang sent a list of condolences. Principal Chen took it with a smile, and without too many greetings, he quickly filled in the bill, because there were too many people with the salute, and it was a long line, from the North and South Streets to the East and West Streets.

Brother Meng walked out of the courtyard of his master's house and met Liu Yang head-on.

"Ling Ji, come to condole." Brother Meng asked with a serious facial expression, but there was no need to ask.

"Uncle Meng, hard work, I'm here to condole." Liu Yang replied as he walked towards the gate, feeling very heavy and heavy.

"Guests with hanging paper, fun! Brother Ying shouted to the band

When the band heard the sound, a pockmarked face led the tune of "Ten to the Red Army".

Liu Yang came to the mourning shed and stood still, got up, bent down to the ground, stood up and took a step back, knelt forward with both knees one by one, supported with both hands, and reached the ground with one end, kneeling again, knocking again, and getting up again. After the four heads are finished, they stand still, and the incense sent by the east side of the incense case is sent to the west branch of the guest, take a step back, kneel down on one knee, and then take the wine given by the east branch, pour three cups on the ground, and send it to the west branch. He fell to the ground again and cried three times in a row: "My sister, my sister, my sister." When he stood up and knocked again, his eyes were full of tears.

Liu Yang finished his worship and walked into the main hall crying.

"Thank you." The branch shouted.

Since then, the condolences have kicked off a long prelude.

Liu Yang entered the main hall, cried and bowed and stood up, Zhang Zilu returned the salute, and the juniors wanted to give the elders a snort.

"Where's your dad?" Liu Yang asked Tsai Lu.

"In the ensuite." Tsai Lu replied.

Liu Yang greeted Shi Yan again, the inside was wide and large, and several women were rushing to make filial piety clothes for the guests, and handed them over from the window, to Brother Meng, and then Brother Meng handed them over to the person who issued the clothes.

Zhang Bo was talking to Wu Qing at the small table.

"Brother Wu is also there." Liu Yang took the initiative to say hello.

"Sacrificed?" Zhang Bo asked Liu Yang.

"Just sacrificed." Liu Yang is still grieving.

"Drink a glass of water, please mourn." Although Zhang Bo persuaded Liu Yang, he was sad.

"You should mourn, there are too many things, too much trouble." Liu Yang woke up from his grief.

"I'm not going to fall." Zhang Bo was sad with firmness.

"You see, Wang Sangui is also here." A fat woman handing out her filial clothes from the window said.

The sound of suona led the song again, and Wang Sangui was bowing there, bowing eight times and nine knocking, standing with incense, kneeling and drinking. When Bai Bi stood up, he wiped his tears with a handkerchief, and when he cried three times, the content was my sister-in-law Zhang.

"Thank you. The old man standing on the incense case was very mechanical, and the two old men had no expression on their faces.

"Resigned!" Wang Sangui wept and bowed his hand, politely exited the spirit shed, he couldn't say anything, the filial son in the main hall would hold a mourning cane and drag filial piety shoes. Step by step, he came out and prostrated.

When Wang Sangui was leaving, he met Miao'er, Su Zhihao and many of them, and he immediately stepped aside. Let them enter the funeral tent, and that's how the former guest and the latter will talk.

The suona changed the tune, and it was "Jun Zhiwu" played. The song "Jun and Wu" made the hangers full of emotion.

"Uncle, we are from the unit, we are all young people, and we don't know how to kowtow." Miao Er stepped forward and asked the head of the branch.

"Will you bow? The old branch guest in the east had a thin voice.

"Absolutely." Miao Er said.

"Now that everything has been reformed, you will finish with three bows." The old man at the head of the west said, his voice was very rough.

"Xie Lu, thank you, old man." Miao Er said in a social manner, she greeted everyone back and stood still. The inscription on the mourning curtain on the face.

"Take off your hat!" The head of the branch shouted loudly. Everyone didn't have hats, just waiting to shout and bow.

Miao Er faced the curtain and laid the word, as if she saw Zhu Rong, remembering that Linxian Lou was drugged by Hu Licking, and was almost eaten alive by this practice, it was she and Zhang Bo who saved themselves from danger, and they didn't feel tears like rain, like two points on the lotus leaf. The horn sounded on the grass.

"Take a bow!" The branch from the west shouted, and his voice was very thick. Weng Sheng.

Miao Eryu hit the pear blossom and fell a shattered tear petal, and today Sijun is not seen. A bow.

"Bow again." The shouts of the top supporters were very thin, as if they were lacking in breath, as thin as gasps.

Miao Er bowed again. Poor Sister Zhu, you have a delicate face. The soul is beautiful, dedicated, how can you not think of the beautiful life in the world here and die.

"Three bows!" The first branch had weakness and abnormal wheezing, which turned out to be chronic bronchitis. Pulmonary heart disease.

Miao Er bowed three times, she hated Zhu Rong, sister, there are still a few days until May Day, and it's not too late to leave after getting married!

"Reset the hat," the lower branch saw that the top branch couldn't shout, and hurriedly put it on, shouting like thunder, shaking the spirit shed buzzing.

"Finished." The next branch continued to thunder.

Miao Er was sad again, a good and decent person, just left, is it the fault of our medical practitioners, poor Sister Zhu. It's really not interesting, the two of us are rivals, why don't we fight to the end and leave, it's really not interesting.

Miao Er suddenly woke up from her grief, because Su Zhihao pulled her, she led everyone away from the mourning shed and came to the street, everyone saw that she was very emotional, and they all gathered around.

"Dean, it's okay!" Cares.

"It's okay, everyone goes back to work in the hospital, and there are me and Dr. Lan, the stationmaster of Su, at the funeral in the afternoon." Miao Er arranged.

The doctors carried out their orders very well, and they all got into the car from the corner of the street and went back to the hospital with the regrets of their lives.

"Let's go see Dr. Zhang!" Su Zhihao has been in contact with Zhang Bo for a period of time, and he is very emotional.

"And the Shi Yan who competed for me for a seniority." Miao Er said that they turned back to the courtyard, entered the main hall from one side, and greeted Tsai Lu.

"Mourning! Miao Er said.

"Xie Lu, Dean Xie! Tsai Lu stood up and thanked him.

Miao Er walked up to Shi Luo, stepped forward and took Miao Er's hand, Shi Yan stood up, and looked at each other.

"Shi Yan, don't mourn, if you keep crying, my mother will not be high over there, and her heart will hurt even more." Miao Er looked at Shi Yan's crying and swollen eyes, looking at this tearful beauty, her heart was extremely sad, alas, what can be done, if it weren't for Zhang Bo, she would be helpless and emotionally lonely, unless she went to her uncle, he gave him money because things were still paying off her debts. She also has to go to graduate school, which requires a strong financial support.

She threw herself on Miao'er's shoulder, and the two hugged each other tightly, wordless tears flying.

"Be strong, there will be our people in the future, and your father." Miao Er said.

Shi Yan stopped crying, stood up, looked at Miao Er for a moment, and said, "Thank you, thank you!" ”

"See, we are a family with multiple surnames. What about your father, I'll go see him," Miao Er said.

"In the middle of the room." Shi Yan led the way and pushed the door open, shouting inside: "Dad, Dean Miao came to see you!" ”

Su Zhihao didn't like to talk very much, so he walked in with Miao'er.

"Miao'er, there are so many people in the courtyard, what should I do with work?" Zhang Bo is still thinking about work.

"They all went back, and in the afternoon they really came to the altar to express their sorrows. The main thing is you, don't fall. Miao Er said sourly.

"I'm fine, I'm not going to fall, how many people are watching how I build the clinic." Zhang Bo's firm mental state.

Sorrowful clouds floated on Miao'er's eyebrows, she saw Zhang Bo's strength behind his face, and he still wanted to work, and at the same time she was ashamed of it, and sighed in her heart: You are Zhang Bo's brother, you are a follower of women...

To be continued (To be continued......