"There is no need to stir up the people, and I always feel uneasy when it comes to the upper and lower families." Zhang Bo said. He noticed Miao'er's mood changes. Meantime.

"It's all for you, and the doctors in the hospital want to come. They said that after the clinic was built, they would not go to the city, but would also work at the Nakamura clinic. Miao Er said excitedly. Troubles don't stay in her heart for long, sentimentality comes and goes quickly. Come in a hurry, go in a hurry. But this is a sad place, and you can't laugh and talk.

"That's not even the propaganda you did." Liu Yang exposed Miao'er's intentions.

"Almost, that's right." Wu Qing echoed.

"It's Xiao Man, when I went back to the hospital that day, it seemed that I went back to my mother's house, saying how good the treatment of my mother-in-law's family was, the original salary was a lot, and I ran away from eating, if I wanted to drink, I would give you two scoops, plus bonuses, and sleep in my arms." Miao Er said casually, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

"Just now, that Wang Sangui came to condole and gave a gift of 5,000 yuan, others thought he was crazy, he stomped his feet first, then glared, and said, I still want to pay 10,000 yuan, I saw Zhang Bo." Su Zhihao said, the eyes behind the glasses glowing.

"It's true. He went first, and we came after him. Miao Er confirmed.

"Why hasn't the Ling army come yet!" Liu Yang said he had just remembered him.

"Welcome the wreath, play music! Brother Meng shouted at the gate.

This shout is to let the filial son out of the main hall. Zhang Zailu understands the customs of his hometown, he and Xiao Ming hold a mourning cane in their hands, drag filial piety shoes, bend down and walk slowly, out of the mourning hall, and walk to the mourning shed. The west branch of the incense case of the Lingpeng Station picked up a piece of hemp felt on the ground and led Lu Xiaoming to go out of the door. Yo, obediently, there is no end to the wreaths lined up on the north and south streets, there are schools, hospitals. The village committee, the lower village, the Linxian Building, the West Village, etc., the wreath in the West Village, the name of the Sun character. The man is gone.

The most eye-catching is Zheng Wangcheng Zhu Shuangcheng, he gave the wreath artist money custom-made, only now come, the custom here is to mourn first, and then welcome the wreath.

is still the song "Jun Zhiwu", the lyrics are to the effect: "My family lives by the stream in Yuncheng, and the smoke screen hangs by the stream." Find the cold wind and anger outside the plug, and I don't know where my home is. At that time, I was weaving and farming. There are two or three neighboring households. In the blink of an eye, the lonely peak outside the sky is bitter, the cold moon looks at the way back, the king is in nothing, the king is in nothing, and he cares about people and grass and trees. You know nothing, you know nothing, and you are willing to meet each other in exchange for eternal life. You are in nothing, you are in nothing. The people of Guanshan are lonely, the grass and trees are sparse, and you know nothing. You know nothing, and you are willing to exchange immortality for meeting. This is the first stanza of the song, a beautiful pastoral life, because the war separated a loving couple, she misses her husband, and she goes out to look for it. Seeing but not approaching, the couple missed each other and could not be reunited.

The voice of the suona was mournful and tragic, the suona cheeks were bulging high, and tears were almost flowing from the eyes. There was gray hair on his sideburns.

Zhang Zilu and Xiao Ming, they walked to the wreath step by step, welcomed it into the home, and when they were buried, they gave it to their mother on the grave. Tsai Lu has never met this mother, but from his father's expression, he can see a deep love. I am jealous, proud, jealous, and relieved. However, after losing a mother, the little happiness that my father had just grasped was lost again. Zhang Tsailu cried.

"Worship Mr. Zheng Wangcheng Mr. Zhu's wreath. it! The branch guest shouted in a thunderous voice, and he placed the hemp felt in front of the wreath that Zhu Shuangcheng had offered.

Zhang Zailu and Xiao Ming's mechanical bowing, the suona sound is tragic and poignant, knowing that there is no gentleman, knowing that there is no gentleman, dear dad has nothing. At the same time, Tsai Lu felt that the husband and wife who were separated from each other were concerned about each other, and the beautiful life was shattered by the cruel reality. That she, who is obsessed with love, abandoned her beautiful home to find her husband. Outside the plug, the wind and snow, the sand and dust, blowing the rickety figure, but, the horn blew again, the march order rose again, perhaps, she saw the figure of her husband, but, separated, whether it was dead or alive I don't know, Guanshan people are lonely and sparse, willing to live forever in exchange for each other, for this point of desire, pay so much, I can't even reach a wish, poor love! Zhang Zailu seemed to see that the husband in the song was his father, and it was this unmarried second mother who went to find his father.

After the ceremony, step by step, he welcomed the wreath to his home, and then returned, went to greet again, knelt again, and bowed again, and there was blood grinding out on his knees, and he didn't feel anything. Xiao Mingzi is too lazy at home to run.

This traditional funeral, who first set a precedent, is the Confucian sage, he created the Confucian doctrine, monarchs and ministers, fathers, sons and sons, three outlines and five constants, is meritorious, is faulty, are understandable, but this thought, is the early onset of human nature, produced the feelings between people, to create this traditional form, not excess. In fact, in other words, it is the dead who make the living sad, and the living who love torment.

Zhang Xinglu also misses his mother Xu Rong, who gave birth to him. So soft, patient, kind, literate and hyphenated, since childhood, I have been influenced by my mother's emotions, and I have nourished my feelings with flesh and blood.

He bowed as he pondered. The sails of thought are raised in every wreath, permeated in the song "Jun Zhiwu", and hovered in the spring sun. There was a few clouds of sorrow in the sky, like a strand of hair scattered on my mother's forehead.

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At five o'clock in the afternoon, it was time for the funeral. Three cannon sounds, the hanging swan was slowly put down under the bow of Aberdeen Road, the suona sound led the way, Zhang Tsailu held the urn, and Xiao Mingzi carried the money bag and tied it. Shi Yan held a huge photo of her mother, and after the street sacrifice, in the cry, surrounded by hundreds or thousands of people, she came to Shijialin.

Shi Ji's grave was barren with grass, but in the barren grass, new green was born.

The locust trees have just sprouted, and the sunshine of the west is scattered like a rainbow, scattered on the field stalks, scattered on the surrounding mines, scattered red like scattered in the flying dust, and scattered in this budding locust forest. Also, through the cracks in the trees, scattered over the heads of the thousands of people in the funeral procession.

Meng Ge stood on the high position of the stone table and announced: "The memorial meeting will start now, and the cannon will be fired." ＂

"The second item is a eulogy delivered by President Chen of Zhu Rong's unit." Brother Meng finished announcing that he had stepped down from the stone table, and Principal Chen stepped onto the stone table. Start your speech.

"Leaders, guests, relatives and friends: the reclining Buddha is humiliated, the blue sky is dusty, and the water is whimpering. Today, it is with a heavy heart that I have a heavy heart. Here I deeply mourn, teach and educate people, and work hard for the gardener, Comrade Zhu Rong. He would also like to express his sincere greetings to the families concerned. "Principal Chen is a good writer and eloquent.

"Comrade Zhu Rong, born in 1970, suffered a heart attack today. He died at the age of 44. She graduated from Wenxian High School, was admitted to the Normal School the following year, and returned to the village to teach after graduation. In the days of teaching, he married his colleague Teacher Ji. The two encouraged together, regardless of the wind, frost, snow and rain, to stick to their posts. Holding a whip in his hand and drinking chalk foam. Spend one spring and autumn after another. She has a decent style, a good wife and a good mother, in the days when Shi Ji was killed, she provided for her daughter to go to school while waiting for her disabled husband, but. I also had to go to school every day to attend classes for the children, and only after being persuaded by the school did I ask for leave. "President Chen made an impassioned speech.

"Comrade Zhu Rong, due to long-term teaching practice. He has been promoted from an ordinary teacher to the director of the teaching office, and has a complete set of teaching experience. And also raised his daughter to be an excellent college student. The students she has taught, under her enlightenment education, have also been admitted to various colleges and universities, this is a great teacher, although the work is ordinary, but their virtues, and selfless dedication, will always be an example for us to learn, we will always remember her, Teacher Zhu Rong, rest in peace. President Chen's speech evoked people's nostalgia for Zhu Rong, and people were moved to tears.

Shi Yan, standing beside Tsai Lu, Tsai Lu held the urn and looked at the grave. This grave pit, only one meter square, was dug close to Shi Ji's grave, meaning that they would live in the underworld. This little pit accommodates the vicissitudes of her life and the story of her life.

"Are there any relatives who are still speaking?" Meng Ge asked loudly with a clench. Because President Chen had finished speaking, he walked off the table. Meng Ge stood on the stone table.

"I'll say a few words," Zhang Bo stepped onto the table, and Brother Meng went down. Zhang Bowei burst into tears and said: "My wife Zhu Rong is a selfless woman, although we are not married, we are heart-to-heart with each other, and love is not bound by any procedure. In the days when we lived together, without her, my inaction would not have no one to back us up, and we loved each other. I sat at her bedside during her first hospital stay, and it was as if we hadn't seen each other in a hundred years. She said, "If I hadn't come back to life, would you have buried me there?" , I said: I will bury you next to Brother Shi Ji and let him accompany you. She said: You understand me, I also understand you, you live with me, I live with you. And she said, "Are you jealous?" I said: I'm not going to be jealous. She also said, "If you also die, it is the same world, how will you face it?" I said: I will go to see you with Xu Rong, go to see Shiji, we will be neighbors, we will be relatives, we will be brothers and sisters, and we will be together forever. Zhang Bo shed tears as he spoke, and there were bursts of low cries in the dark crowd. There are cryes without tears, there are cries with tears, there are men's weeping faces, and there are women's long sighs.

"She said, my underworld is at the foot of the green mountain of the Reclining Buddha, and there are locust flowers on the locust tree under the mountain, I will make a locust flower banquet for you and Zhu Rong, brew a kind of acacia wine, and invite many friends in the underworld to come to Chenghuan and dance... Woo," Zhang Bo cried, shaking everyone's hearts.

"I said: At that time, I will still go to be a doctor, you will still teach, I will make the children healthy and lively, and you will make the children mentally healthy and lively." Zhang Bo finally couldn't control his emotions and cried with a whimper, he stood on the stone orange, looked at the sunset in the west, and cried loudly.

Miao Er in the crowd cried, and she involuntarily shouted: "Zhang Bo, I want to marry you." Because of the mournful voices of the crowd, no one heard her shout.

At this time, two men wearing big sunglasses and half-covering their faces took the opportunity to shout: "Come forward, look at Dr. Zhang, let's go!" ″

When the mold is mildew, people are rushing to see Zhang Bo, more than 1,000 people, the scene is out of control, crowded is not good, and there may be a stampede.

"Buried!" As soon as Brother Meng saw that there was going to be a stampede, he immediately shouted.

Three cannon shots woke up the sensational crowd.

Shi Yan cried sadly and shouted: "Mom, did you hear it, did you see it, my father's name is Zhang Bo!" ”

However, people's cries and shouts drowned out her shouts, and Liu Yijia grabbed her and didn't run in the direction of Zhang Bo, shouting: "Shi Yan, don't run there, it's dangerous there, mom's photo." ”

"Shi Yan, catch the urn, I'll go down, you're handing it to me." Zhang Zilu said loudly.

Shi Yan took the urn, jumped into the grave, reached out and took the urn, and put it into the grave together with the poured rice and the funeral supplies of the deceased. Shi Yanyi stretched out his hand and pulled Zhang Boyi up hard.

Liu Yijia was busy pulling Shi Yan to do the soil addition ceremony, crying and throwing soil into the pit, and Zhang Zilu did the same. Some people's attention was attracted, "Knock knock!" There were three more cannon shots, this was Wu Qing's deliberate extra burial cannon, which shook the minds of the chaotic crowd and woke them up. The purpose is this, at this time, Xiao Ming is gone.

Meng Lingjun and Liu Yang squeezed in the direction of Zhang Bo, Lingjun's martial arts played a role, and with a force of both hands, Liu Yang flashed a gap, although Yilan was a woman, she protected Zhang Bo inside, as if she knew that this kind of thing would happen. Meng Lingjun used Tai Chi Kung Fu to push a way out and brought Yilan Zhang Bo and Liu Yang out.

The chaos gradually subsided, and the two men wearing sunglasses who caused the chaos got on the motorcycles outside the forest and left. They took advantage of people's emotional impulses and almost succeeded, and if it weren't for everyone's cooperation and tacit understanding, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Here, the number of people who dig the grave and add soil gradually increases, and a handful of soil piles up a new grave high, Xiao Ming appeared, it turned out that he went home and pulled a wreath with a board car, and Zhu Shuangcheng pushed it behind. A wreath was placed on the grave and piled up to form a mountain of flowers.

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