(Due to the excessive number of words in this chapter, it has been updated in two parts, and the following is the second half of "47 addresses.") ）

After getting up early on Thursday morning, Lao Ma took out the clothes from the box that he had last time at Yuan Tiesheng's funeral, he was accustomed to the process of rural funerals, and thought that the rural funerals were more noble, more formal, and more down-to-earth. Regardless of what time the funeral in the city began, the old man brewed after breakfast at seven o'clock and left according to the address given by the people yesterday.

Early in the morning, Zhiyuan prepared omelettes, pickles, rice porridge and steamed buns for him, and Lao Ma was sitting in the living room eating, when suddenly the phone rang.

"Hey! Xingxia, why are you? Lao Ma dialed the phone and saw that it was Ma Xingxia, which was a little surprised.

"Hey, Brother Jianguo! Are you going to Fan Weicheng's funeral today? Are you up? The horse walker on the other end of the phone was uncertain, inquiring.

"Get up! I'm getting ready to go! Is it the people who follow you? The old horse asked the hero.

"Yes, yes, yes! It's from the people, and I know Fan Weicheng, and I've met in Shenzhen more than ten times. The horse walker on the other end of the phone was a little hesitant, not knowing whether he should go or not, so he scratched his ear and said to Lao Ma: "I've been here for so many years, and I don't have any good township party, anyway...... I wanted to send him off, but I don't know if it's appropriate for me to go, and they didn't invite me. ”

Lao Ma swallowed a mouthful of steamed buns and generously said: "If you want to go, you can go, you can just follow me." ”

"That's done, I've packed it up now, now I'm going to Yingying's house, you wait for me at that south gate, it'll be there in thirty minutes!" The walker is over there.

"It's done!" The two of them finished, and they talked about the antelope.

After meeting, the two old men sat on the express train about Xingxia, the old horse took the paper money he got up early, a bottle of wine and a fruit basket, and the Xingxia also carried a big fruit basket, and the car was nothing more than chatting about some various deeds of Wei Cheng's life - interesting, sad, powerful, trivial, all of which are ordinary.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the old man got off the car near the city funeral home, and the old horse looked left and right, and the funeral home held at the last big brother's funeral was the same. So he led Xingxia into the gate of the funeral home, and after entering the hall, he called Wei Cheng and his son several times, but they couldn't get through, and the two old men had to go to find someone by themselves. Fortunately, Lao Ma had the name of Wei Cheng's son, Fan Yongwang, and when he asked the funeral home staff, Ma Junjie, the son of the people, saw the second elder and came over to greet him with a smile.

"Huh! Uncle Jianguo, Uncle Xingxia, you are here! ”

"Oh! Junjie! You're early! The old horse and the Xingxia greeted Junjie.

"I'm going to let me come early......" Ma Junjie had a look of desire on his face.

"Your Uncle Wei Cheng...... Which one is the mourning hall? Lao Ma pointed to the mourning halls and asked.

"What a mourning hall! Hehe...... I don't have much, my company still has something to do, uncle, I have to go! Ma Junjie shrugged and shook his head, his expression a little complicated.

"Did you see him?" Xingxia asked hurriedly.

"Inside! Turn a corner, wearing a black T-shirt, wearing a filial piety hat on your head, and kneeling in the crowd! Uncle, uncle, you can see it in seven or eight steps! Ma Junjie finished, nodded politely, and left the lobby.

The two old men followed Ma Junjie's prompt - turned a corner, seven or eight steps, and sure enough, they saw a kneeling middle-aged man wearing a filial piety hat in the crowd. What was terrible was that a dozen or so people were standing around the man, some holding sticks, some of them hanging nunchucks on their shoulders, and a dozen of them were dressed in colorful clothes, with all kinds of hair, wide and narrow bodies, and all kinds of postures.

"Still not yet? If you don't pay it back, I'll smash your coffin! One of them, a short man with a cut nose and a Cantonese Mandarin, pointed a stick at the kneeling man in the middle.

Fan Yongwang knelt on the ground with his hands and cried and begged: "Please, this is my father's funeral, you can do it well to bypass this time, I will pay back what I owe you!" ”

A bald man wearing sunglasses and a green dragon tattoo on his arm slapped the man and said, "I can't find you for a month!" Do you know how many people I hired to find you? If you want to pay it back, pay it back today! I don't have time to play with you! ”

"I don't have any money! My house was also sold, and my car was sold! I'm going to have the money to pay you back! The big man lay on the ground and cried with the feet of the green dragon's arm.

A group of people shouted there one by one, and the old horse and the Xingxia looked at the kneeling person on the ground through the cracks in the people, only to see that the man had wide shoulders, big earlobes, a tall body like an ox, and a wide back like a wall. Lao Ma looked at this body shape and Fan Weicheng was seven points similar, took a few steps and looked at the face - the square face of the national character, thick eyebrows and round eyes, hooked nose, high cheekbones, thick lips, really like when Fan Weicheng was young, the old horse was distracted, not to be wary of Xingxia also saw that Rao Zheng's face, poked his elbow, and nodded and squeezed at him frequently, and the two determined that it was Fan Weicheng's son - Fan Yongwang.

A tall young man in a floral shirt kicked the man and said, "No money!" Cut a kidney for us! Can a kidney sell for 400,000? If one is not enough, cut two! The flower shirt finished and looked at everyone with a smile, and everyone responded with trembling heads and shaking legs.

"I really don't have ...... Big brother gave me a grace period and let me handle the funeral first......"

In the narrow and gloomy aisle, a group of debt collectors forced Fan Yongwang to repay the money, and the two old farmers who were watching in the aisle across the crowd looked at each other with sad eyes, one pursed his lips and tightened his forehead, and the other wiped the cold sweat on his face. The old horse took a few steps back, put his things on the ground and asked the walker to take care of them, and then looked for the staff in the funeral home. Inside and out, in addition to the front desk, the doorman, the cleaner, and the cremation area, there were two staff members in suits and uniforms who were busy in the two large mourning halls.

One of the staff members only shirked his own responsibility area, and the other staff member in his forties took a look at the scene in the aisle and said to Lao Ma: "There are a few fire accidents in Nanshan today, and most of our staff here have gone, and now only a few of us are left, how can they care about so many of them!" In this funeral parlor, except for the dead, everything else is not a big deal! The bespectacled staff in his forties shook off his hands and left, leaving the old horse with a pair of white eyes.

The old horse swallowed, frowned and looked at the cowering walker in the distance, unable to do anything. I walked to the middle of the crowd, brushed aside the two or three on the side, and then stretched out my arm and patted the middle-aged Rao who was kneeling in the middle on the shoulder with my hand and asked, "Hey, you are Fan Yongwang, right?" ”

When everyone heard this, they turned to stare at the old horse, and Fan Yongwang, who was kneeling on the ground, also raised his head and looked at the old horse in disbelief.

"What are you kneeling here for? Where is your big mourning hall? Lao Ma deliberately shocked a group of young people with a high-pitched and rich voice.

"I'm ......" Fan Weicheng didn't yet, and another person grabbed the conversation.

"Return to the mourning hall! The money for the cremation was not returned to the mourning hall! What's the use of having such a son in debt? The short man with the nose of the plane pointed and laughed at the side, and several of the attendants who followed him snorted.

"Hey, uncle, who are you?" The green dragon arm wearing sunglasses standing in front of everyone asked the old horse a little politely.

"I'm his dad's friend! Who are you? ”

"He owes us 400,000! I haven't been able to see him for months, but now I finally found this girl! A short and fat man in the crowd with an iron rod replied for the green dragon arm.

Lao Ma saw that Qinglongarm was the oldest in it, so he shouted disdainfully at Qinglongji: "You are not too bad to collect debts at the funeral!" ”

"If it weren't for his father's death, we wouldn't have found anyone else! Fan Yongwang must repay the money today, if we don't pay back, we will smash his father's coffin and corpse! Qinglong grinned at the old horse, and Xingxia saw the bastard playing and was frightened and took a half step back.

Lao Ma was not afraid of those young people at all, but asked Fan Yongwang very majestically: "Yongwang, where is your big coffin?" ”

Fan Yongwang, who was kneeling in the crowd, pointed to the black coffin at the end of the aisle, and he didn't dare to come out.

The old horse pulled out of the pile, then shook his body and deliberately limped slowly to the black coffin, then took out the hand towel in his pocket, held the coffin with his left hand and cried, crying and shouting: "Oh, my Fan Weicheng...... Why did you leave so early...... Oh, my Fan Weicheng...... You're really pitiful...... Oh my brother...... You make my brother look scared like this......"

Lao Ma wailed loudly by the coffin by himself with a high decibel level, and his echo was echoed in the entire aisle, which could be heard in all the mourning halls and outside the mourning halls. Everyone looked at each other, they couldn't understand at all, the one holding the stick was stopped by the sound, the head of the plane looked confused, Humpty Dumpty's face softened a little, and the others were stunned, funny, and disdainful.

When the horse walker at the aisle saw this scene, he hurriedly carried things and cried while walking far away, crying and shouting, and squatted on the ground in front of the coffin to cover his face and take a bite of Fan Weicheng. The two of them cried sadly and loudly, and several of the other guests from the mourning hall couldn't help but hold their breath to watch the excitement. The staff who had just worn glasses also came over curiously to see the movement, and saw that the people inside and outside the corridor all had their jaws, red eyes, and distractions.

After crying for more than ten minutes, Lao Ma saw more and more people, and deliberately took out the set of Shaanxi crying and mourning, and cried and sang while patting the coffin: "You are the silkworm, diligent and thrifty all your life, and you have endured all the hardships for your children and grandchildren, so as to accumulate this thin family property, only you live a long life and enjoy Qingfu, who knows that you left the world early, leaving a gambler, and died in Jiuquan in fear...... "This crying grabbed the ground, provoking the filial son and relatives in the mourning hall next door to cry and cry, and in an instant, dozens of people in the entire funeral parlor were crying and circling, and it was terrible.

Xingxia listened to the old village chief singing, and his heart was inexplicable and funny, so he only squatted on the ground with his head down and pretended to rub his eyes and wipe his tears and whimper. The crowd heard them cry miserably, and in the darkness no one noticed a few tears on the ground under his feet. Those begging Zhang listened more and more strangely, and the flower shirt stared at the old horse for a long time, and his eyes were cloudy; Humpty Dumpty, who held the iron rod, did not continue to slap the iron rod, but held the iron rod behind his back with both hands; At first, the momentum forced Rao Qinglong's arm to be cautious, and at this moment, his expression became cautious.

Seeing that there were about a dozen people in the excitement, Lao Ma saw that the time had come, wiped his tears and stood up, staggered to the group, and pulled the tall man with the most courageous face: "Aren't you going to smash my brother's coffin and corpse?" Come on, smash it! The old horse pretended to wipe away tears as he pulled Narao's arm and walked towards the coffin.

The tall man looked at the eyes of the people who were staring at him viciously, and quickly slipped his arm against the wall and slipped behind the gang.

The old horse grabbed the Humpty Dumpty man with the iron rod again and said, "Aren't you going to smash my man's coffin and corpse?" Smash it! Smash it! The more the old horse pulled towards the coffin, the more frightened the short man retreated.

The old horse let go of his hand, pointed at the green dragon arm wearing sunglasses and shouted: "You ignorant bastards, what are you doing at people's funerals?" Aren't you afraid of retribution? Aren't you afraid of getting caught in the yin of this funeral home? There are several funerals going on here, and I'll see what you can do with my brother's coffin and body. Aren't you going to smash? Smash it! Smash it! The old horse pointed directly at the nose of the green dragon's arm and snorted several times, which frightened the brothers into changing their faces.

Qinglong's arm swept away the old horse's index finger with the back of his hand, clasped his hands on his chest, and said in a deep voice: "We are here to ask him for Zhang!" This uncle, don't worry about you if it has nothing to do with you! ”

The idlers who had been crying and mourning came over to watch the quarrel at this moment, and the Xingxia also came over and stood behind the old horse. The old horse wiped his face with a towel, and deliberately panted and leaned against the wall: "If you want to ask him for an account, you can do it anywhere!" In this funeral parlor alone—on my brother's funeral hall, by the coffin, it can't be! If you dare to do anything to him in this funeral parlor, I will be the first to stand in the way! My old man is seventy-nine years old this year, and he has mid-to-late stage cancer - he won't have much to live! You're going to beat me to death, and I won't drag down my three sons, just call them and ask them to come here right away and buy me a black coffin!" ”

"You guys are good, I'll definitely look for you after my dad's funeral! Don't ...... here," Fan Yongwang begged on his knees.

Lao Ma Wan pretended to pant and wiped his sweat and touched his chest, and those people looked at it and secretly felt that they couldn't be provoked. Qinglong saw that the old horse was really red and short of breath, and he was afraid that he would make a mistake or slander someone or something, and he didn't know the future, so he had some worries on his face.

Seeing this, Xingxia hurriedly came up and handed over a soft word: "Young man, you have to go outside, this funeral parlor is all in vain, unlucky!" You're going to get some blood out, and the people next door, around here, won't be able to stand it! What's more, there's surveillance! Now the monitoring can directly recognize faces, not to mention that you still have tattoos! If you want other principals or staff members to quietly call the police, you gather to fight or engage in the underworld! The police will be coming in no time! Now the country is fighting black everywhere! Don't hit this muzzle! Going to jail for 400,000 or something—it's not worth it! ”

A middle-aged man next to him who was watching the excitement pointed to the Humpty Dumpty man holding an iron rod and said, "Face recognition is very developed now!" Put away your iron rod! Go back and learn a little more about the law! If you want to collect debts, don't have a place where there is surveillance in public! ”

Lao Ma dialed Zhiyuan's phone, and shouted at the phone with a loud voice: "Hey, far away, I'm short of breath, chest tightness, and my heart is uncomfortable!" Come and pick me up! I'm in the city funeral home! ”

The phone nodded to Zhiyuan, so when I heard it, it was a bit serious, and my mouth was only: "Okay, good!" Come right here! ”

When everyone saw that Lao Ma's family was coming, and they were afraid that they would not be able to figure out what kind of illness they were in, Qinglong had to point at Fan Yongwang: "We are waiting for you outside, and we must make the matter of repaying the money clear today!" ”

Fan Yongwang nodded repeatedly.

Qinglong's arm glanced at the onlookers through his sunglasses, put down his hand and bowed his head and left, and the young people who followed him also bowed their heads and left. Everyone sent this group away with their eyes, and they all breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. The old horse raised his hand to express his gratitude one by one, and the people who watched the excitement also dispersed and went back.

At this time, there were only three people left in the aisle, Xingxia, Aeon and Lao Ma. Lao Ma sighed, and hurriedly called Zhiyuan to explain that it was a false shake and told him not to come. After putting down the phone, he shook the dirt on his clothes, sighed again, and stared at Fan Yongwang who was standing on the side: "Are you Fan Weicheng and his son?" ”

Fan Yongwang, who had stood up early, nodded.

"I'm your big friend, I'm here in two, and we're from Majiatun." The old horse pointed to Xingxia, turned half a body to the right, and then strode to pick up the things that were placed next to the coffin, and handed them to Aeon: "This is for you!" The old horse took out a thicker cowhide envelope from his pocket and handed it to Aeon: "This is for you!" You've put it away, and you're cremated – it's top priority! ”

Fan Yongwang took the money and nodded repeatedly.

Xingxia also gave a gift to the portal, and then the two old men looked at each other, and the old horse said to Xingxia: "Although I don't see the mourning hall touching the coffin, it can be regarded as saying goodbye, now that the gift is given and the portal is gone, let's leave when we get there!" ”

"Good!" Xingxia patted the edge of his clothes and nodded.

Before leaving, Lao Ma sighed at Aeon and said, "Find a way to make money, do your business steadfastly, don't think about making a fortune by dropping pies!" You have a job, discuss it with others, and pay it back slowly. If it is a loan shark...... Don't be afraid, go through the legal process! My woman and you, the son of Uncle Xingxia...... and Ma Junjie, who came in the morning, can help you find a lawyer! Belch...... Alright, let's go! The old horse patted Aeon on the shoulder and turned to leave.

"If you are like before, I don't think you have a way to live! The people out there are staring at you! Xingxia shook his head and left.

The two old men walked out of the funeral home, and the old horse walked freely and heroically all the way, not lame, not crutches or panting. Sitting in the car, Xingxia shook the soaked clothes on his chest: "Brother Jianguo, the first time I attended someone's funeral in the city, I encountered this kind of scene!" I was so scared that my heart palpitated several times! ”

"It's the first time I've seen the gangsters in this city—I'm scared too! Thanks to the fact that I am used to seeing this in the village, I am not unaware and not afraid! You and I, who have only been in the city for more than two months, have attended two funerals! The old horse charged the marcher and shook his two fingers in the air.

"You almost made me cry when you cried just now! I haven't cried for more than ten years! Xingxia smiled bitterly.

"I haven't cried in years! Ay! I'm afraid it's the last time I'm crying for Fan Weicheng today! The old horse shook his head and sighed.

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