"You don't have to be afraid, tell me!" Deng Zixuan's two eyes stared at the maid. "Young Master! Your ・・・・・・ name is Deng Zixuan! It's the second young master of the Deng family! "My name is Deng Zixuan, and I am the second young master of the Deng family?" Thinking quickly, it seems that the scene that happened not long ago was the two high halls, and when he saw the frightened face of the maid, Deng Zixuan couldn't help but say to himself. "Could it be that the young master has even forgotten his name?" The maid blurted out. "What's your name?" "My name is Xiaohong!" Deng Zixuan did not give up.

"Little Red Girl, don't be afraid, my brain is a little messy, tell me about the situation of the Deng family?" Deng Zixuan let go of Xiaohong's hand. The maid Xiaohong rubbed her arm that was scratched and hurt, her eyes stared at the young master's face and seemed to be no longer afraid, and then she told the Deng family about the situation inside and out: "Young master, I know you are sad, and we are also sad for you." You're just a little stunned, and the doctor said that you will be fine tomorrow after a night's sleep. Xiaohong tried to comfort Deng Zixuan.

"Little Red Girl, you're so nice!" After Deng Zixuan finished speaking, he hugged Xiaohong violently and kissed him on the cheek, Xiaohong's body knelt on the ground softly, and his face turned pale with fright: "Young master, don't do it, if Madam knows, she will think that I seduce you, and she will drive me away!" Deng Zixuan picked up Xiaohong and said: "Don't worry, Madame won't know, as long as I don't say who will know, but what I ask you must be kept secret!" Xiaohong looked at the young master in confusion and nodded, she was a little dazed!

After Xiaohong left, Deng Zixuan opened the food box and ate it beautifully, and then lay down on the firewood and grass and fell asleep. I knew everything I needed to know, and I was finally satisfied. The sun will still rise tomorrow, so why don't you care about it, let's recharge our energy first. After listening to the maid Xiaohong's statement, Mrs. Deng felt that her son was fine. Of course, Xiaohong concealed her true feelings, otherwise Madame would have been restless. When the lamp was in hand, the lady served the master and turned off the lights early to go to bed.

When the day dawned, Mrs. Deng had the habit of getting up early. The lady slept on the inside and had to crawl over her husband's body before she could get off the ground. He used to glance at his husband, and when he found that the old man's face was pale and a little strange, he chuckled in his heart, and involuntarily stretched out his hand to touch it. Old Man Deng's body was already stiff, and Mrs. was so frightened that ・・・・・・she screamed and fainted. Deng Zixuan's head suddenly grew when he heard the maid's summons, and when he came to the terrifying mourning hall, he found that there was a funeral bed on the ground, and his father was lying on it, with a white cloth covering his body, and the men and women kneeling on the ground and crying.

A family member led his mother to kneel on one side, some tied a white belt around his waist, and some put a filial piety hat on his head. The cry of the mother and the maid was miserable, and there was a man on the other side of the mother who was also crying very sadly, and there was also a woman kneeling next to the man, also wearing filial piety clothes, and crying sadly. It seems that the man on the right is his brother, and the woman next to him must be his sister-in-law.

The brother and sister-in-law lined up with his mother and himself on the other side, Deng Zixuan leaned forward, and tried to see his sister-in-law's appearance clearly with the corner of his eye, to see if his sister-in-law was beautiful. But the sister-in-law was wearing a filial piety hat, and she was crying in a low voice, and she couldn't see her face clearly. It is not difficult to understand that Deng Zixuan has this mentality, it is nothing more than that his own body belongs to this family, and his soul has nothing to do with this family. The body of his father lying in front of him didn't seem to have anything to do with him, let alone feel anything. There is some abnormality in my heart, but there is a certain fear of the dead body, and there is no thought of sadness at all. He is even a little unlucky, and he has to face destruction when he is reborn.

Although he was not sad in his heart, the atmosphere around him, his mother's sad crying, made his expression enter a certain atmosphere. Soon the coffin was brought up, the body was to be buried, and all the kneeling people were lined up on both sides. The mother was persuaded to go down, the eldest brother on the right knelt in front, Deng Zixuan was in second place, and there was a little boy next to him. The little boy must be his nephew, looking at the little boy's young body, he also knelt here, Deng Zixuan sighed with emotion.

Below is the sister-in-law, this kung fu Deng Zixuan saw the sister-in-law's face clearly, the appearance is average, the eyes are not big, but the skin is very white. It seems that the white skin of women in Suzhou and Hangzhou has something to do with water and soil, and it is by no means groundless to produce beautiful women since ancient times. Even if a woman looks average, as long as her skin is fair, she is still attractive. My sister-in-law kept her head down and sobbed all the time, never looking around. The women of this era adhered to the way of women, and their traditional virtues were commendable.

Then he observed his brother, whose face was slightly dark, and who looked like a sincere man. Deng Zixuan suddenly remembered that his Zhang Xiang didn't know what he looked like, and he stroked his cheek with his hand, feeling different from his brother. Thinking about it, I read hard in the cold window, and bear the heavy responsibility of honoring my ancestors, and I must be bookish. When Deng Zixuan slipped away, his father's body was buried, and the coffin lid was placed diagonally on the coffin, and a slit flashed up and down.

Deng Zixuan has never seen a real coffin, although he has seen it on the Internet, but it is only a flat feeling. Now I feel a little frightened and cautious in the face of a real coffin. The fuchsia coffin paint was a little dull and lost its bright color, and it seemed that the head of the family had prepared the coffin for himself a long time ago. Yesterday, when his father roared, there seemed to be no signs of terminal illness, which showed that his father's sudden death was either cerebral hemorrhage or myocardial infarction, and Deng Zixuan strengthened his judgment.

The maid brought the food box, and everyone hastily ate it. Although Deng Zixuan's chicken intestines were gurgling, he saw that his brother just ate a little, so he had to pretend. The mourning hall is decorated with some white horrors, and it is inevitable to look around. "Zixuan!" The elder brother whispered angrily, meaning to tell him to follow the rules. Deng Zixuan had no choice but to lower his head and pretend, probably his brother saw that there were no tears on his face, and he was worried that his brother would become ill again.

The next show was naturally a condolence, and waves of people on the left came to express their condolences. There were no relatives among the guests, so presumably not here. If you look closely, many of them are cloth clothes, there are almost no people in the officialdom, and the people who come are all business friends or old friends of the father, and the other part is the neighbors of the left and right neighbors. A group of people came, Deng Zixuan and his brother knelt down and kowtowed, and they had to be pious. When it was almost noon, Deng Zixuan's knees were already red and swollen, but he had to grit his teeth and persevere.

In the afternoon, no one came, Deng Zixuan stood up and moved his body, his brother and sister-in-law stood aside, their expressions were still sad and silent, and the sister-in-law still had to take care of the little nephew. Deng Zixuan choreographed, this little guy tossed all morning, he was actually tireless, very well-behaved, very sensible, it seemed that the little guy seemed to realize what was happening. "Miss, here!" Suddenly, someone shouted at the door. Deng Zixuan was stunned for a moment, knowing that his sister was coming.

Since my brother-in-law is the master of Shanghai Daotai, they live far away, and they are late when they receive the news and are in a hurry. As the family shouted, I saw a young woman, slightly fat, staggered in, accompanied by a maid. "Daddy, Daddy! Why did you just leave there! Your daughter doesn't even have a chance to look at you! The woman shouted all the way and knelt on the mourning hall and wailed. Behind him, a chubby guy about 40 years old also knelt on the ground.

When Deng Zixuan saw his sister for the first time, he felt that his sister was very beautiful, and the shoes exposed behind her kneeling on the ground were obviously small feet, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for her sister. Then I observed my brother-in-law kneeling beside my sister, this guy had a long round face, slender eyes, and a sparse beard. Especially the oily and shiny face is treacherous, the key is that the age difference between this brother-in-law and sister is very large. Deng Zixuan was a little indignant, it was like a flower inserted in cow dung. The mother came out of the back hall, and the mother and daughter hugged each other and began to cry again.

In the afternoon, the brother-in-law stayed in the mourning hall, and Deng Zixuan and his brother slept for a while, because the brothers had to change the vigil at night. During dinner, the maid woke up Deng Zixuan and said that his wife asked him to go to the room. When I walked into my mother's room, I saw my sister and mother sitting at the table of eight immortals. "Zixuan! I've heard about you, and look at your current state you're much better. Don't blame yourself, I don't blame you for my father's death! Since the beginning of the year, my father's health has not been good, and I want to ・・・・・・ it. My sister left her seat and grabbed Deng Zixuan's arm, and then choked up after softly reassuring herself.

Deng Zixuan glanced at his mother, and then he saw his mother's face clearly. Xiaohong said that her mother was in her 40s, but the mother in front of her was in her 60s. According to historical records, the average life expectancy of Chinese in the 19th century was only more than 30 years, and it is not surprising that the mother aged like a 60-year-old lady. Deng Zixuan didn't know what to say, just nodded. "Xuan'er! If you're not in good health, keep your head in the middle of the night! Let Zide keep vigil in the second half of the night, and go to sleep after eating in a while! The mother was kind and kind, and Deng Zixuan suddenly had a sense of intimacy. My sister stopped choking and her eyes were red and said, "Zixuan, Daddy is gone, you must not have an accident, otherwise will Mom still live?" Deng Zixuan pretended to be thoughtful and went down. It's better to say less and make them think it's expedient to make them think that they are indeed sick.

That night, I kept a vigil and lit the lantern and stayed up all night. The next day, a group of monks came during the day and began to chant the sutras, and the sound of Amitabha Buddha's chanting continued until dawn. Accompanied by the monk's deed, the consecration was opened, and then the coffin was nailed, and the funeral procession began to hit the road. After two days of tossing, Deng Zixuan was extremely tired. The elder brother led the way with a spiritual banner in front, Deng Zixuan scattered paper money, and behind were two maids supporting her sister and waiting for choking and crying, but her mother did not come, and she couldn't bear the scene of the burial. The funeral procession carried pigs, cattle and sheep tied with paper, walking in front of the coffin, and dozens of men carried the coffin silently behind.

The funeral procession left the public concession and then out of the city gates. It took more than two hours to reach the destination. This is Borderlands, a mass grave. Along the way, Deng Zixuan observed the public concession between Britain and France, although there were many factories, but the scale was pitiful, and he was a little disdainful in his mind. Perhaps Deng Zixuan didn't know that the Anglo-French public concession in Shanghai was the most industrially developed virgin land in the Qing Dynasty. It wasn't long before he really woke up to the preciousness of this virgin land. It is no wonder that Deng Zixuan came from another highly information-based society to a "backward country" that cannot even be seen in historical movies, and his huge gap and unacceptable ideas are not exaggerated.

The burial, filling of the soil, and the erection of the monument were completed in one go. Deng Zixuan first knelt down with his brother Zide and offered incense, and then his sister and brother-in-law stepped forward to bow and offer incense. All the procedures Deng Zixuan did mechanically under the guidance of others, seeing the new grave and smelling the fragrance of the earth, Deng Zixuan let out a long breath, and finally finished tossing. Deng Zixuan looked at the field and saw an old farmer in the distance driving a buffalo to plow his paddy field.

"Brother! Don't be sad, your insider told me that you can't blame you when the old man is gone! Deng Zixuan looked up when he heard this, and found his brother-in-law standing in front of him, seemingly showing a caring expression.