Wang Ying walked fast, and when Yue'e and Cui Yunxiang chased after her, Wang Ying was looking at Shi Dayong's portrait blankly and weeping.

"Yingzi." Yue'e hurriedly stepped forward to hold Wang Ying's arm, looking at her sister's face worriedly.

"Second sister." Wang Ying snorted, and grabbed Yue'e's hand in turn, "It's Dayong who is back, that whirlwind, it must have been brought back by Dayong." ”

Yue'e is a highly educated person, she doesn't believe in such a thing as strange power and chaos, and helps Wang Ying to walk inside, "Yingzi, don't think nonsense. ”

One after another, people came in, and those who saw the little whirlwind were still talking, "Did you see that?" There was a small whirlwind just now, blowing all the way to the door of the cafeteria, wasn't Shi Dayong coming back for a memorial service? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, there's no whirlwind."

"Don't believe it." Someone pointed to the small piece of snow at the door and said, "Look, that little bit of snow at the door is a whirlwind." ”

The questioning person shrunk his neck and looked at the sun in the sky, "You can pull it down, it's sweeping the floor and not sweeping, it's broad daylight, and the sun is coming out......" The latter words did not come out, and on the portrait in the middle, Shi Dayong was looking at everyone with a smile.

Almost all the people came, the huge canteen was crowded, at nine o'clock, the memorial service officially began, Ren Bingfeng made a speech on behalf of the unit, "Our good comrade Comrade Shi Ruiyong unfortunately passed away in the line of duty, at Chinese New Year's Eve the age of five, today, we have an extremely heavy heart, here to hold this memorial service, deeply mourn Comrade Shi Ruiyong who has been conscientious in his work, Comrade Shi Ruiyong was born in ......" Ren Bingfeng briefly introduced Shi Dayong's life, and then said: " Comrade Shi Ruiyong's life was a life of hard work, he was loyal, open-minded, family harmonious, and neighborly united.

The passing of Comrade Shi Ruiyong has caused us to lose a good worker, a mother to lose a good son, a wife to lose a good partner who has been in the same boat through thick and thin, and children to lose a kind and respectable good father. ”

Sun Xiufang has never attended such a formal memorial service, the white things she attended in her hometown are completely different from the practices here, you just need to open your mouth and cry in your hometown, such a solemn scene Sun Xiufang didn't dare to cry, she kept sobbing quietly.

Shi Ke's four sisters and brothers stood in front of their mother, An An and the three little ones were ignorant, turning their heads to look at the room of people in Wuyang, only Shi Ke, she saw Chen Ping in the middle of the crowd, and kept staring at Chen Ping with angry eyes.

Chen Ping originally didn't want to come, but if he didn't come, he was afraid that others would say something even more ugly, saying that he had killed someone, and he didn't even come to send Shi Dayong on the last trip, and finally came in dodge, standing in the middle of the crowd with the strange eyes of others.

Even so, he still felt it, there were two sharp blades shooting straight at his body, he looked for it in the direction of his gaze in the crack, and just met Shi Ke's hateful gaze, Chen Ping hurriedly moved his gaze elsewhere, and scolded in his heart, "You little rabbit cub, what kind of eyes are that." Just scolded a few words, and then looked at Shi Dayong's portrait, I always felt that Shi Dayong's eyes were cold, and he was so scared that he didn't dare to slander in his heart, and he was always sitting there like pins and needles.

Finally waited for Ren Bingfeng to finish speaking, he looked at Wang Ying, "Comrade Wang Ying, what else do you have to say?" ”

Wang Ying was already crying uncontrollably, and Yue'e and Cui Yunxiang tried their best to support her body so as not to let Wang Ying sit on the ground.

Ren Bingfeng asked her if she had anything to say, but Wang Ying didn't know what to say, her mind was full of Shi Dayong.

The custom of her hometown, when people come to mourn their children, they will kowtow and thank you, she thought about it and said: "Feeling - thank you for coming - send Dayong on the last journey, let the children kowtow to everyone." ”

Wang Ying patted Shi Ke on the shoulder, "Keke, you take your younger brothers and sisters to kowtow to your uncles and aunts." ”

Shi Ke still glared at Chen Ping in the middle of the crowd and didn't move, that big villain was in the crowd, he killed his father, why should I kowtow to him!

Wang Ying saw that Shi Ke didn't move, she thought that the child didn't hear it, so she pushed Shi Ke hard and repeated, "Keke, you take your younger brothers and sisters to kowtow to your uncles and aunts, and thank them for coming to see your father on his last journey." ”

Wang Ying's slap pushed a little hard, and Shi Ke's attention was all on Chen Ping, so he arched forward violently and knelt on the ground.

When An An's sister and brother saw their sister kneeling, they all knelt on the ground "plopped".

The scene was extremely bleak, four young children knelt in front of them, their heads drooping with white filial piety cloths, and behind them were the gray-haired old man and his wife, who were crying dizzily, and everyone's eyes were moist, and their hearts were so soft-hearted that they even cried.

"Oops! Hurry up, hurry up! The one who was close to him stepped forward to help the four children.

Wang Ying finally sat down on the ground, she looked up and looked around the room, and asked in a sad voice, "Dayong, are you here?" Look at your children, they're so young, how can you bear to let go and go, Dayong—"

Sun Xiufang also began to cry, "My son-what will our family do if you leave-"

"Auntie, the festival mourns ......"

"Sister-in-law Shi, it's cold on the ground, you have to pay attention to your physical ......"

Yang Wenhui stepped forward and joined forces with Wang Ying's armpit and Cui Yunxiang to frame Wang Ying.

The last part of the ritual is to send a tray to wrap, which is the custom here, that is, find a crossroads, light wreaths, incense candles, and paper money, and burn them for the deceased to take away.

People rushed out, and when they passed by Wang Ying and Sun Xiufang, they shook hands with them one by one to express comfort.

"Condolences."

"Take care."

Everyone sighed.

Sun Xiufang is old and an elder, so she is not suitable to participate in sending the coil, Wang Ying entrusted her to the old sister-in-law Liu and Cui Yunxiang, "Sister-in-law Liu, sister-in-law Cui, please send my mother back first, she is old, and the road is slippery and difficult to walk." ”

Cui Yunxiang hurriedly agreed, she patted the back of Wang Ying's hand, "Yingzi, don't worry, take care of yourself, you don't have to worry about it here." ”

Shi Ke is the eldest child in the family, the portrait was handed over to her and she walked in the front, the car was filled with wreaths and other items to follow behind, the mourning music sounded, and everyone slowly walked to the nearest intersection from here.

This is a major intersection connecting the east, west, north and south, with Iwajo Village to the east, Iwashita Village to the west, the main road into the city to the south, and the transportation office to the north.

Although there was snow on the road, there were still many people coming and going, and seeing a group of people coming from the north, followed by louder and louder mourning music, the lively people stopped to watch.

In the middle of the crossroads, a large circle was drawn with a stick, and a small opening was left in the direction of Chongnan, and a big cross was written in the circle, and all the things were unloaded, piled up in the middle of the circle, Shi Ke held the statue of Shi Dayong and led his younger brothers and sisters to kneel on the side of the road, and the fire was lit, and the flames instantly flew several meters high.

In order to find Shi Ke back then, Shi Dayong and Wang Ying searched all the nearby villages, especially Wang Ying, and then went several times intermittently, seeing that there were nearby villagers among the lively people, and they still remembered their appearances with good memory.

A limped his arm and touched B next to him, "Eh~ You see that the person in the photo is very familiar, he has been to our village." ”

B looked at it, "Isn't it?" When I came to our village to look for the child, I said that the child was lost, but I didn't know if the child was found, why did this person die at such a young age? ”

A stared at the photo and said regretfully: "That's it, I'm not very old when I look at the photo, I'm only thirty years old, I don't know how he died." ”

At this time, another head poked out next to him and joined the conversation for two days, "I know what happened, I asked just now, and they said that it was a car accident and hit a mountain." ”

"Ah, it's a car accident!" B self-righteous analysis: "You think, if you lose your child, how can you be a father who doesn't want to have a child, maybe when the father is driving a car and thinks about the child again, he is distracted and accidentally hits the mountain." ”

For B's analysis, the observers all felt that it made sense, looked at the child kneeling on the side of the road and was shorter than the other, and sighed and said, "This family is too pitiful, you look at the kneeling over there, they are all his children, one is smaller than the other, he dies, and I don't know how this family can live." ”

Wealth is also among them, isn't this the end of the year, the family's New Year's goods should be prepared, these years the harvest is good, there is surplus money in hand, I want to buy some delicious and fun for my wife and children. He walked to the intersection with a basket of New Year's goods, heard mournful music, and surrounded a circle of people, muttering in his heart, "Oh, this family is really unlucky, the New Year is about to happen, and there are still dead people in the family." ”

Fugui thought about it, so he leaned into the crowd, and stood right behind the few people who were talking, and listened to what they were saying.

"It's pathetic." Fugui was deeply sympathetic, and he saw that the wreath paper money in the circle was burned cleanly before he went home with a basket with emotion.

Everything was burned clean, Master Shi liked to drink, Li Weiguo opened another bottle of liquor and saluted it, and finally dropped the clay pot, he carried Shi Nian to the middle of the road, handed over a clay pot bought in advance to Shi Nian's hand, and made a falling action, "Nian Nian, you work hard, just fall to the ground like this." ”

The clay pot was placed in Shi Nian's hand, it was still too heavy for a child who was not yet two years old, and Shi Nian struggled to hold it, where did he still have the strength to drop it.

Shi Nian let go of Li Weiguo's example, and the tile basin rolled and buckled upside down on the ashes intact.

Li Weiguo also saw that Shi Nian alone would definitely not be able to break the tile pot, but it was not good if the tile pot was not broken, Li Weiguo beckoned to Shi Ke, "Coco, come here." ”

Shi Ke walked to Li Weiguo's side with his father's portrait, Li Weiguo took the portrait, pointed to the clay basin in the circle and said, "Keke, you go, crush the basin." ”

"Hmm." Although Shi Ke didn't know why the good basin had to be broken, Uncle Xiao Li was a good person, Uncle Xiao Li said, just do it, Shi Ke raised his feet with all his strength and stomped on the tile basin in the ashes, "Smack!" "The pot shattered and fell apart.