Dazhu's slap came really too suddenly, so that everyone hadn't recovered from the mutation after a long time.

The vicious eyes stared at the door, and everyone suddenly felt the breath of the change of the big pillar, which was no longer the kind of care that hated iron and steel, but completely evolved into a hatred from the bottom of their hearts.

After a short hesitation, the second wave broke out of the door was Da Lin who spoke before, this Da Lin was originally a kind person, suddenly saw Da Zhu's reckless behavior, and immediately followed out, and looked at Da Lin who was blocking in front of him with a puzzled face, and he hurriedly took a few steps forward.

"Who is it, Dazhu, why are you so angry?"

After Dalin finished speaking, he gently tugged on Dazhu's shoulder, and then he saw the young man who was firmly pulled by Dazhu.

Pitch-black eyes, bright eyes, a pair of brush eyebrows, very rich, although the cold face is not too outstanding, but it is not annoying, but after experiencing so many things in the past few days, he has been very misunderstood, which will make people's emotions out of control.

Just glanced at it, Dalin shouted in surprise, "Jing Chong, it's you, you're not dead?"

It was originally a surprised expression, but the moment he finished saying this sentence, it suddenly changed color, but a look of annoyance quickly appeared on Dalin's face, but before he could show it, there was already a series of pacing sounds behind him.

"Ahem, cough, who is it? Is Jing Chong back? If you have something to say, don't hurt the child!"

Uncle Li walked over with a swaying body accompanied by several old people, and pushed away the crowded few people with his rough big hands, and then came to the door smoothly, "Child, hurry up to the second grandfather!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw a black shadow flashing, and the arrow rushed into Uncle Li's arms, because the force was too strong, the old man was almost knocked to the ground, and the body was planted crookedly for a long time before he stabilized his body, and a pair of hands firmly encircled this thin body, and the old man's voice trembled and spread, "In the past two days, where have you been, you can worry the second grandfather to death!"

Although there were not many warm words, they immediately warmed the bullied heart, at this time, Jing Chong only felt that the blood veins in his whole body were boiling, the dull feeling in his chest rose and fell, and there was an indescribable force that frantically hit his eyes, and the next moment his nose was sore, and the tears in the corners of his eyes could no longer stop flowing out.

"Two... Second Grandpa...!" Since he didn't open his mouth for a few days, Jing Chong even had a little knotted when he spoke, coupled with the excitement that kept rushing into his mouth, he didn't know how to talk about it, and he could only whimper and make a hoarse sound

"Uncle Li, you really shouldn't protect this beast, he is a beast when his animal nature has subsided, and he only remembered that he is a person, when he was tyrannical wolf, he didn't recognize his six relatives, and even killed his own father and mother, where is he still a person? It is clearly a cold-blooded hungry wolf!"

Seeing Jing Chong's helpless and painful appearance, the grumpy Dazhu not only did not step forward to comfort him, but added a few words of evil, lest the world be chaotic, although such words were very disgusting to Uncle Li, but he couldn't find the slightest reason to refute it.

"No... It's not like that, I... I didn't kill my parents! It's them...!"

Jing Chong is still a child after all, he is originally simple-hearted, although he is not good at expressing himself, but in the face of questioning eyes, he still supports the sourness in his heart and reveals the hidden feelings hidden in his heart.

"You dare to talk nonsense here, I see if you admit it?"

Before Jing Chong finished speaking, Dazhu slapped his dark face with another mouth, even though it was in the dark night, but with the help of the flickering light in the courtyard, he could clearly see five clear finger prints.

This slap immediately made Jing Chong angry, his eyes flashed with a cold light, he gritted his teeth and glared at the big pillar in front of him, but suddenly stopped crying.

"You brute, I'll teach you a few lessons for your father, aren't you still convinced? What about your wolf nature? You have the ability to kill me!"

Da Zhu was very aggressive, and he couldn't let go of the opportunity to teach Jing Chong a lesson, and when he saw his performance, he gritted his teeth again and waved his palm.

"Stop! There's no end to it? This is in front of Lao Jing's spirit, have you put Lao Jing and his wife in your eyes?"

In the face of frequent rudeness, Uncle Li finally couldn't help it, he waved his hand to block Dazhu's thick arm, and the angry scolding voice immediately stopped the other party's rough behavior.

After Uncle Li finished speaking, he hurriedly stopped Jing Chong's body and walked towards the courtyard, but Dazhu's indignant voice kept coming from behind him.

"Alas, this Uncle Li is really old and confused, he always protects this beast like this, and the people in our village will be destroyed in his hands sooner or later!"

Although Dazhu's complaining voice was not loud, it clearly reached everyone's ears, but because of Uncle Li's respected status, no one dared to agree with his words.

There was just a constant persuasion voice from Da Lin echoing around him, "Brother Da Zhu, don't worry about it, Uncle Li is Aiwu and Wu, and besides, Jing Chong's child is the meat of his heart, he is so old at this age, there is no tomorrow today, let's accommodate it first!"

Dalin said, pulling Dazhu's arm into the courtyard.

It was only at this time that Dazhu's face recovered slightly, but he still whispered angrily, "No tomorrow, no tomorrow, I don't think he can find tomorrow!"

After a small episode, the people who hugged each other found their positions on both sides, and at this time, Uncle Li led Jing Chong step by step towards the coffin, and when there was still a few zhang distance from the coffin, Jing Chong could no longer restrain himself and knelt on the ground.

"Mother, father...!"

The sound of crying was heartbreaking, and the sad atmosphere was quickly rendered.

It is often said that the loss of a father in a young age, a widow in middle age, and a child in old age are the most tragic things in the world.

But this weak man has lost his parents and has become the loneliest person in the world, he is upright and weak, he has no one to rely on, and he is suffering from malaria, and has no one to take care of him, isn't it even more miserable?

In this shortest period of time, all the people present were moved to tears by the situation in front of them, but everyone has his way to go, and how far he can go, only God knows, all this is called fate, and Jing Chong is such a hard-working child.

Thinking of this, especially Uncle Li, it is not a taste in his heart.

However, old age does not depend on his muscles and bones, and he is so old, what can he do for this child? It seems that the only thing he can do is to use the little time he has left to depend on him.

The more I thought about it, the more sad I became, and gradually even Uncle Li's wrinkled face burst into tears, because there was no support, his legs were weak, and he was crying uncontrollably on the ground.

The big guys were afraid that Uncle Li would cry badly, so they stepped forward to comfort him, and it took a long time for him to restrain his crying, but no matter how everyone persuaded him, he could never save Jing Chong from his grief.

The wailing cry did not gradually subside until Pingming, Jing Chong's eyes were bloated, and then he stood up with the support of several people, and he didn't sleep all night, and after this toss, even his iron body couldn't stand it, not to mention that he was still a child.

At this time, Jing Chong only felt dizzy and unwell, but when he thought of his parents' funeral today, he quickly shook his spirits again and saved up enough strength.

Last night, he listened to Uncle Li's words really, after death, the more sad the filial son and grandson cried at the funeral, the less pain the deceased suffered in the underworld, Jing Chong is a filial son, although now he is innocently charged with killing his father and mother. But this is an indisputable fact, he doesn't want his parents to suffer unwarranted pain even if they die.

Therefore, he naively planned to cry desperately later, and he must catch up with the professional "filial son and grandson"!

Of course, others didn't know Jing Chong's thoughts, and they were busy with their own work, and when the sky was just bright, the small courtyard of the Jing family was crowded with people

There are really a lot of people who come to help, the old and young in the village, all crowded here, the old people do the work to help, the young and middle-aged are ready to dig graves, and the whole village is fighting for and embracing is completely boiling.

In the middle of the morning, everything was ready, and it was a good time to go out for the funeral.

Two lanes were quickly divided into two lanes in the originally small courtyard, and everyone had enough free time for those grave bearers to show their skills.

Look at the two coffins placed in the center of the courtyard, they have already been shuttled up by four huge wooden sticks, eight young men on one side, moved their muscles and bones, each person's shoulders are hanging a hemp rope, and the middle of the hemp rope is worn with a short and thick wooden stick, the people on both sides compete at the same time, and the huge coffin suddenly leaves the ground.

According to the rules, as soon as the coffin leaves the ground, the brazier must be broken, and then the filial son kneels to give the final gift, and then cries loudly three times to alarm the little ghost.

Jing Chong carefully followed the instructions, smashed the stone brazier very hard, and quickly knelt down in front of his parents' spirits and cried three times.

Of course, this kind of crying is not a formality, but it completely stimulates Jing Chong's inner pain, his crying still makes people tremble even in the daytime, and tears are shed, I have to say that he really has the potential to be a "filial son and grandson".

According to the rules, he cried three times, Jing Chong was immediately supported and pulled up by the people around him, and at this time, the coffin was officially funeral, and the crowd followed behind him It looked extremely spectacular.

There was no decent ceremony, but with the participation of so many enthusiastic villagers, the funeral of the Jing family was still extraordinarily solemn.

Soon, with the joint efforts of everyone, the coffin was finally lifted out of the threshold, and Jing Chong, who was crying bitterly, couldn't bear it anymore, his knees were weak and he knelt down in front of the coffin again, but he was soon dragged up by someone, and after three tosses, the team walked smoothly out of the village entrance to the pre-dug cemetery......