The foul sound of the gun was drowned out in the rumbling thunder, and then there was silence.

Han Laoliu, who was shot and fell to the ground, lay motionless in the muddy crop field, spread his hands, and threw the sleeve gun aside.

The two mysterious men picked up their guns and quickly fled, disappearing into the rain......

The lightning flashed and thundered, the rain poured down, and the whole world seemed to cry, telling this tragic scene......

For a long time, because Han Lao Liu's long time did not return, his family suspected, and he came out in a cloak to find Han Lao Liu lying in the mud of the crop field, and he had been dead for a long time.

A pair of leopard rings opened wide, and they couldn't bat themselves.

Aunt Han closed his eyes with a trembling hand.

"Old man...... What's wrong with you? You left in a daze? How can we live? Which one has lost his conscience...... The sixth child of my family didn't recruit anyone and didn't provoke anyone, why did he die so unjustly......" Aunt Han lay on her husband's corpse and cried, the rain and tears mixed together and flowed down her cheeks, gritting her teeth and opening her ten fingers to grasp the soil, rolling crazy on the ground......

"Daddy...... Daddy......" Han Ya'er cried out in pain.

On the night of the stormy thunderstorm, Han Lao Liu died, and people rushed to Lao Han's house when they heard the unfortunate news, and for a while rumors spread and people were panicked.

The next day, the thunderstorm stopped, and the sky was gloomy. The body of Han Lao Liu has been carried to Han's house, placed on the floor of the big house, and covered with a piece of yellow satin. Aunt Han aged a lot overnight, and a few silver threads drilled out of her hair, which was really a white head overnight.

She and her daughter changed into mourning clothes and stayed by Han Laoliu's body in a daze.

Now the grief has dimmed the youthful luster on Han Ya'er's face, and she looks haggard and tired. After crying all night, it has hurt my vitality.

Those who came to pay their respects stood in front of the body and bowed three times in a regular manner. Ya'er returned the salute on the side, tears rolling down her eyes.

Zhao Yunwu saw that Ya'er was wearing a snow-white filial piety dress, with a pair of big eyes full of tears, a fire of love ignited in his heart, and he said deeply: "Sister Ya'er, people can't be resurrected after death, right?" ”

Ya'er looked at Zhao Yunwu, and her heart was warm. This warm current was instantly replaced by a strong sense of sadness, and he lowered his head and secretly wiped the tears from his cheeks.

Because Han Lao Liu died horizontally, the funeral was very simple. The body was kept at home for a day. He was buried the next day. After the funeral, everyone's mood could not be calmed for a long time......

Han Lao Liu's death was too miserable, who is the murderer?

The killer fired only one shot in the chest.

After Han Lao Liu's death, the gun was gone. From this it can be judged that the murderer killed in order to grab a gun.

Zhao Yunwu believes that Da Gu Le is the most suspicious of murder, because he had an argument with Han Lao Liu over this gun a few days ago.

The gun-carrying people in the tunzi had another meeting together. The meeting was very unsuccessful, everyone talked a lot of nonsense, and by the end of the meeting, they didn't come up with a good way to deal with emergencies.

Thinking of the deceased Han Lao Liu, the old tyrant and the old man flying on the grass were in tears, and they were extremely sad.

The old tyrant said: "It's not okay if people don't accept the old!" It's a young person's world now, and I don't want to care about it anymore in the future. ”

Cao Shangfei said: "Yes, Han Laoliu's death makes people so worried, if there is anything in the tunzi in the future, don't look for me." ”

Li Yuting thought to himself: It's really a treacherous person, the horse is slippery, these two old guys will get off the donkey!

At the beginning, it was agreed that six guns would be tied together, and those who came would be killed. Now it's an empty phrase. In fact, the alliance of the six guns was only paid lip service and was not put into action at all.

Li Huozhao and the others didn't take the alliance seriously at all, and after listening to the complaints of the old tyrant and Caoshang Fei, they got up and went to the restaurant to drink.

Walking into the restaurant and asking for wine and food, Zhao Yunwu raised the cup above his head and said sadly: "Uncle Han Liu, I know that your soul has not gone far yet. You love to drink, I'll toast you first! ”

As he spoke, he gently sprinkled the wine in his glass on the ground.

"Drink! Uncle Six! ”

"Uncle Six, I also toast you!" Li Yuting also spilled wine on the ground. Seeing this, Huo Lianfeng also spilled the wine.

After the three of them saluted Han Lao Liu, they drank together. After a few glasses of wine, the slightly drunk feeling dispelled the gloom in my heart. Zhao Yunwu suddenly said: "Uncle Han Liu's death, Ya'er will be pitiful......"

Li Yuting looked at Zhao Yunwu's eyes, and Zhao Yunwu hurriedly avoided his gaze and took a sip of wine.

"Big brother, do you like Ya'er a lot?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

"You can't fool me, you like it, what are you afraid of?"

"My father just died, it's pitiful, how can I have such a thought?" Zhao Yunwu said.

"Ya'er......" Zhao Yunwu drank a little too much, and repeatedly read Ya'er's name in his mouth.

"Big brother drank too much, help him back, right?" Li Yuting and Huo Lianfeng set up Zhao Yunwu.

"Ya'er ......" Zhao Yunwu was top-heavy, and it took a lot of effort to walk home, lie down and fall asleep.

The next morning. Zhao Yunwu had breakfast, was idle, and went out for a walk. When he came back, he took a few sorghum stalks and a few pieces of yellow paper in his hands, lit a fire in the hall, burned half a pot of paste, and hid in the back room without making a sound.

He didn't eat or drink, and spent a day gluing a paper gun.

This paper gun is three feet long, exactly like the real gun.

"This paper gun, I burned it to Uncle Han Sixth when I was in the last seven graves."

Han Lao Liu's "One Seven" arrived, and Zhao Yunwu was the first to come to Lao Han's house.

The Han family's house is full of colorful paper work, including paper flowers, paper gold ingots, paper cars and horses, and paper boat bridges.

Ya'er was in love with her father and was looking at a pot of paper flowers in a daze.

"Sister Ya'er......"

"Brother Yunwu!"

“…… Sister, Uncle Six is 17 today, I came to worship him. ”

"Thank you!"

"Sister, I pasted a paper gun for Uncle Six."

Ya'er glanced at the paper gun, fluttering, she had seen all kinds of paper work, she had never seen a paper gun, and thought: Brother Yunwu, you are so talented!

The old tyrant was in charge, and said loudly: "Everyone is here!" Listen, everyone, take their own paper work, don't be busy, don't mess around, set off now, go to the grave! ”

There were about 10 people, holding paper work, and the front foot followed the back foot out of the house and ran to the back mountain.

Han Lao Liu rested on the back hillside, there were a few verdant pine and cypress trees in front of the grave, and there was an open field in front of the grave.

The group walked slowly, and several crows "croaked" and flew up.

Walking to the grave, Ya'er threw herself on the ground and began to cry. Several village women also wept.

"Ya'er, don't cry, crying breaks your body, the person is gone, and you can't cry anymore......"

"Yes, you have to have three long and two short, how sad your father is under the spring......"

People are talking and persuading. The mountain breeze blows the hillside, and the weeds rise and fall with the wind, whining, and there is a sad atmosphere.

An old man tending sheep smoked a cigarette pouch, sat on the hillside, and said to himself, "Oh, there is a new grave on the mountain......

Everyone lit a fire in the brick octagonal furnace, put paper into it one by one, turned into ashes, and turned into wisps of green smoke.

Zhao Yunwu took out a wine gourd from his arms, bit the lid, and spilled the wine in front of the grave.

"Uncle Six, drink a bar! I, Zhao Yunwu, grew up watching you, as the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, and I have always treated you as my uncle. Yunwu kowtowed to you! ”

Zhao Yunwu knelt down and kowtowed three times respectfully. When he got up and stood up, everyone noticed a few tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

Li Yuting took out a golden gun cigarette from his pocket, lit one, and silently placed it on Han Laoliu's grave......

Everyone was silent, silently remembering the deceased Han Lao Liu.

"Sixth! The blind dates have come to worship you, there are so many people thinking about you, you can leave with confidence. The old tyrant held a handful of soil in his hand and added it to the grave, and the old tears flowed.

Wail! Wail! Wail!

A black crow flew around the grave twice in the air and flapped its wings......

Everyone burned paper, wept, offered sacrifices, and mourned the dead......

Only the grass flew and did nothing, staring blankly at the grave, as if there was something on his mind.

A village woman couldn't see it and shouted:

"Brother Yang...... What are you thinking? Burn a piece of paper for the sixth child, don't pestle like a piece ......of wood," he said, handing him a roll of burning paper.

Kusakami flew up to the octagonal furnace, turned the paper to ashes, and looked at the burning flames in a daze.

After the worship, the group slowly walked down the mountain.

Everyone's mood is not as dull as on the grave. There are many apricot trees on both sides of the mountain road, and the trees bear green apricots. Everyone went up to the tree to pick apricots.

Grass Fei made a bitter face and chatted with Ya'er.

"Ya'er ......"

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

"Hey...... Your father died unjustly, uncle has no ability, if uncle has the ability, he will definitely avenge your father. ”

"No way! Hehe! Now you don't even know who the murderer is? ”

"Ya'er, uncle! Uncle is a waste...... "The grass flew and squatted on the ground and cried.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you? What are you crying about? ”

Cao Shangfei stood up suddenly and whispered, "Ya'er, I know who the murderer is?" ”

Ya'er looked at the grass with big tearful eyes, and was surprised.

Kusakami said: "On the night of your father's death, I went out to relieve my stomach and accidentally saw your father's murderer.

"Who?"

"Yes...... It's the big drum music," the grass flew much easier, and then said: "That day I saw with my own eyes that the big drum musician wore a raincoat and a hat and sneaked into the tunzi. When your father came out to inspect the crops, the big drum music shot your father. Your dad fell, and the drum and the other guy picked up your dad's gun and ran away. ”

"Is it really him?" Ya'er felt a wave of dizziness, her body shook, and she almost fell.

Han Ya'er was full of hatred, and repeatedly recited the name of the drum music in her heart, and secretly swore an oath: Dad, my daughter is broken to pieces, and she will avenge you......"