Soon we arrived at the uphill section of the bridge.

What Yan Zifu didn't expect was that she could also be a brother-in-law, wearing linen and filial piety, acting as a striker, and going uphill.

And as far as she knows, the people who do this are generally their own children and grandchildren, and they are the children and grandchildren of their relatives.

Outside of the three generations, the grandchildren of the hall and the table are not ranked.

What's more, it's her, this godgranddaughter who can't be outside anymore!

It's not that Yan Zifu is arrogant, it's really that this rule has been around for a long time, the Han family arranged it like this, even she was surprised, can others stop gossiping?

After all, although the Han family does not have many children and grandchildren, it does have them!

"Tsk, it's really incredible, this old Han family."

"Shhh, I heard that Old Man Han personally asked for it, don't disturb him, otherwise this hasn't been buried yet, if he hears it later, he should come to you and talk to him."

"Phew, what nonsense! I didn't say anything bad, and I didn't make people sigh? What a reason! ”

"Alright, alright. Daoist, it's time to speak. You're all quiet. It's about to be sent off, don't be rude! ”

An old grandfather who seemed to be in charge of things spoke.

His words were like a final word, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Sure enough, in the next second, Yan Zifu saw an old man over half a hundred years old, hurrying over, carrying a chicken that was not dead in his hand, still dripping blood.

He first smeared a few handfuls of bloody chicken feathers on the black coffin plank.

Then I chanted the words for a while, and then called two people.

After a while, the lid of the coffin was opened, and the two people he summoned opened.

He called the people of the Han family again, and began to place coins and silver dollars on the body of the dead Grandpa Han (this depends on how much he is willing to put it, saying that he is sending people, and he is particular about his intentions. ), mainly put stacks of yellow paper.

After doing this, he called another person who was about the same as a mother-in-law and aunt, and cried on the side.

At the same time, the coffin was sealed, the nail needle was inlaid with trivial, the chicken was frustrated to take blood, and the coffin was covered.

After these were done, he asked people to start lifting the coffin rope and erecting the railing and supporting the column.

Xu After these things were done, he remembered the work of arranging Yan Zifu to send relatives and children.

But in fact, Yan Zifu and others had already done a good job of wearing linen and filial piety when he was doing those things.

It was clear that he was satisfied.

But there is also something dissatisfied, and that is their formation and equipment.

He asked Yan Zifu and them to line up in the shape of a 'vertical character one', and sieve the flag, carry the paper and take the branches.

To put it simply, they are asked to stand in a straight line, holding a sieve containing the spiritual tablet and the incense and wax used for its worship, standing like a banner (the guide flag), and carrying the yellow paper to be burned (note that this is not for them to burn, but to throw it on the road for a while). ), holding a poplar branch.

Everything is ready.

As a roll of firecrackers burned out on the dam, Yan Zifu Yiyan stood in front of Han Chubai, who was holding things, holding a banner to look around from time to time, and behind Han Chubai stood Han Chubai's father and mother who were also dressed in linen and filial piety (the latter were carrying yellow paper. ）。

And the poplar branch is matched by everyone who goes to see them off, and it needs to be carried with you like an invitation to enter the door.

It is said that the branches of the poplar tree are used to ward off evil spirits.

Everything is ready to go.

The old Taoist master, who was more than half a hundred years old, coughed loudly, stood on the side of the team in full view of everyone, and began to instruct the people who were going to send off relatives or see them off, saying: "Relatives and friends who are about to go up the mountain, on the road for a while, don't look around, talk to each other, and playfully destroy the formation of the team. …… And I would like to warn in particular"

Speaking of this, the old Taoist priest came to Yan Zifu's side, patted her shoulder and said: "Little girl, you are the one who leads the team, you will go up the mountain in a while, we can take the straight road, try to take as few detours as possible, remember not to look back at the coffin." ”

"Uh-huh."

Yan Zifu nodded, looking very honest and agreed.

But in her heart, she didn't think so, it was very perfunctory.

Hurry up, old man.

Don't grind and pull out a lot of nonsense, her ears will sound calloused, and her feet will stand like stones.

You're still spitting and spitting stars here, do we still have a sense of time?

What should I do if I delay the auspicious day of the burial?

It's worrying!

But the old Taoist didn't hear her complaint, and still went his own way.

After he got Yan Zifu's consent, he slowly took a long-term view, looked at the people who had been watching for a long time, and shouted: "Everyone is the same, don't look back when you go, and when you come back, whatever you want." Hey, by the way, don't lose the poplar branches when you go, and don't bring them back this time. We can throw it halfway, so as not to get contaminated. Got it?"

"Understood."

The crowd responded positively.

But there are also people who can't wait, such as Nanbeibei.

She said, "That old Taoist grandfather, can we go?" Everyone is ready. ”

"That's it."

Yao Tao rarely echoed her and said, "You can go." Grandpa Daoist. ”

The old Taoist priest was enjoying this moment of great attention, and he just wanted to say, "Young man, I just can't hold my breath." ”

He still has a lot of essentials that he hasn't said, for fear that if everyone collides with something bad and comes back, he won't have to trouble him or something.

But in the next second, he swallowed the words that came to his mouth, just because the father of the master's family, Han Chubai, said: "Master Dao, let's set off, don't delay your time." ”

It turned out that as early as yesterday, Father Han had heard Mr. Daoist say that he would finish the Dharma here tomorrow and would go to the next one.

His Taoist master is also very busy with his work day by day. Dad Han thought so.

What's going on lately, has Lord Yama come to check the accounts?

Why is this still going to the ground to check the household registration, and collect the soul!

Pulling the corners of his mouth without embarrassment, the old Taoist priest hurriedly said: "Don't panic." I know it. However, I am planning to hit the road now. ”

After speaking, he called his two apprentices and said, "Quick, old rules, guys, send relatives." ”

Hearing this, the two people clamped their hands and feet on both sides of the coffin head, carrying suona, holding gongs, carrying drums, pinning bells, one on the left and one on the right, like two darts with serious expressions, waiting for the treasure of the dart.

"Carry the coffin~"

As soon as a shout like a bell sounded in his ears, Yan Zifu heard a mournful music behind him, which was the prelude to the suona play, a mournful sound.

A suona blows out the soul, and there is no return behind him.

I didn't know the meaning of the song when I first heard it, and when I heard it again, I was already in tears.

Yan Zifu walked in front of the team, facing the morning light, wiping the morning dew, and silently shed two lines of tears.

At this moment, she deeply felt that what was more deadly than parting was goodbye.

Goodbye, her Grandpa Han.

See you again in this life!

Yan Zifu looked up and looked at the same gloomy weather.

The gray sky was like a gray transparent veil, and the unbridled breeze was still stirring her black hair.

At this time, the sound of suona in the ears gradually stopped, and the noisy sound of beating gongs and drums had just started, like a harmonious qin.

Only the bell that doesn't pant is still working hard.

Bell bell bell ~ ~~

It's sighing.

In the end, the flowers bloom and fail year after year, and this life is a farewell to the past, and the spring buds are still in full bloom in the next year, so the soul flies and does not return.

Sad and sad, it should be that the banana people are easily destroyed, and the old people will not be seen back that year.

The road up the mountain is rough, rocky and muddy, overgrown with weeds, and lush with bamboo forests.

Yan Zifu and the others walked very hard, almost moving forward at a turtle speed, and in this way, there were people in charge of the overall situation behind them, shouting to the people in front of them, go slowly, they can't keep up.

Hearing this, Yan Zifu, the leading pioneer, had to slow down again and move forward.

As she was walking, Yan Zifu noticed that there were people burning paper in front of the door of the occasional passerby on the road.

She didn't know if it was deliberately arranged by her own people, or the result of those people's own evasion.

She didn't care.

Blowing and blowing, it must be a little half an hour, Yan Zifu and his party came to the side of the tomb that had been dug a long time ago, put down the things in their hands according to the requirements, and set up the position, and then waited for the next step of the Taoist master, command.

In fact, by doing this, Yan Zifu and her dolls have already completed the task, and there is no place for them.

The next thing seems to be a matter of course, put the coffin under the tomb, sprinkle rice to bury the soil, build a mountain and erect a monument, sprinkle wine to honor the grave, set off firecrackers, and the last line of people bow and salute, which is the ceremony.

After the ceremony, it is time for everyone to return.

I don't know which person went first, and the people behind followed the flow one by one and walked down the mountain without a trace of nostalgia.

"......" Yan Zifu.

That's it?

Is it over? Finished.

Then how does she feel empty in her heart, it seems that it shouldn't be over like this.

As if there was something else she needed to do, a pity.

To be honest, Yan Zifu was a little stunned at this time, she stared at Xinzuka with a blank look in her eyes, and it seemed that she couldn't come back to her senses.

When I got to the side, there was a soft call, "Let's go." ”

She turned around suddenly, and said in surprise: "Xu Jiayue, when are you here too?" ”

“......”

Xu Jiayue looked at her and said, "I've always been there." ”

"Oh."

Yan Zifu lowered her eyes and was silent.

What stupid thing is she talking about?

She is not the only one who has a good relationship with Grandpa Han!

People are also in the team, and the send-off is coming, which is not difficult to think.

It's her who has lost her soul and lost her mind!

The two stood next to each other, speechless for a moment, standing motionless on the spot.

Han Chubai, who hurried back not far away, looked at the two of them who were silent in place, and was also stunned.

He didn't seem to have to come.

She didn't need anyone else to accompany her, especially someone like him!

Let's go back.

There are still people in the family who need his comfort.

Han Chubai, who came quietly and walked back quietly, did not attract the attention of the two.

Yan Zifu raised her eyes, looked at the people around her, and said faintly: "Xu Jiayue, did you think of me when you said that Grandpa Han left?" ”

“...... Probably so. ”

"Then why do you think he left so suddenly? Mingming, Mingming" She's going back to her hometown soon!

When Yan Zifu said this, she couldn't help but slowly bow her head, quietly grabbed the hem of her snow-white skirt, and clenched it tightly.

She even ignored the sore pain on her already whitened fingertips.

"......" Xu Jiayue.

What do you want him to say?

How to comfort?

In the end, Xu Jiayue just said: "Don't think about it." Life and death are in heaven, fate is not up to man, just let it be. It's better to cherish the people in front of you. ”

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