"By the way, have you ever been to a crematorium?" Chubby asked.

"I went there when a distant relative died." Qian Wenwen replied.

"What are you going to do?"

"It is relatives who say goodbye to the body, go around three times, and bow one after one circle. Remember to wear black or white. Qian Wenwen reminded everyone of the precautions.

"Then the body will be pushed into the crematorium. Uncle will be ......"

"All he's left is ashes." Lin Zhi also supplemented Qian Wenwen's unfinished words.

The group suddenly fell silent. For them who are still young, a living person is only a few ashes in the box, and this impact is enough to imagine it alone.

"No! We can't send Uncle away like this! Zeppelin suddenly broke the silence in the group.

“？” Qian Wenwen sent several question marks in a row.

"So what do you say?" Lin Zhiyi really wanted to hear what he thought, Qian Wenwen's way of saying goodbye was really old-fashioned and formal.

"Let's give Uncle a concert!" Zeppelin uttered these shocking eleven words in the group.

"Concert at the crematorium!!" Chubby felt that he must not be the craziest person in the group.

"We're going to sing the Tumbling Band!" Zeppelin added, "I think it's the best way to say goodbye to my uncle!" ”

"It's not impossible."

Qian Wenwen was lying on her pink bed, holding her mobile phone and screaming, is Lin Zhiyi, who has always been calm, also crazy?

"The crematorium is filled with mourning! We had a noisy concert! I'm afraid I won't be killed by the security guards! Qian Wenwen couldn't believe this crazy idea. What if it disturbs the families of other deceased, I think most people want to hear mourning. ”

"Then we'll not plug it in." Lin Berlin said. "I'll take an acoustic guitar. I've got a Mubes for you to use. ”

"Then I'll use the electronic keyboard." At this moment, Lin Zhiyi's heart had a strong resonance with Zeppelin. The thought of saying goodbye to their uncle in such a special way made their hearts flutter.

"And how do I bring my drum kit over?" Chubby said anxiously.

"You can figure it out yourself, you really can't bring a few basins!" Zeppelin teased.

Chubby angrily made a wild beating expression, and the two of them pinched in the group.

Lin Zhiyi waited until ten o'clock, and Yuan Shanshan finally sent a message.

"No problem."

At this time, the group had fallen silent.

"Okay." Lin Zhi also replied.

Xiaopang also inquired through his father about the time of Liu Qingyuan's body cremation, half past two in the afternoon, only half an hour of farewell time for the body, plus the arrangement of musical instruments, they may only be able to sing four or five songs.

After mentally planning the day's itinerary, he finally slept peacefully. He wanted his uncle to see what he was talking about these little kids were doing for him.

But things don't always go as smoothly as expected.

At noon on Tuesday, Lin Zhi also asked Mr. Wang for leave on behalf of the other members of the band. It took only half a day, but he was rejected by Mr. Wang.

"We just wanted to send off a friend."

"Let your parents tell me. I haven't settled accounts with you about sneaking out of school last time! ”

Lin Zhiyi turned around, dialed Master Ma's phone, and said, "Dad, our teacher said that our parents had to come to ask for leave before we could approve us to attend that uncle's funeral in the afternoon." ”

Master Ma didn't understand what was going on at once, but in the morning the young master and his group of classmates stuffed their respective instruments into the trunk of the Mercedes Benz. He guessed that they might have some activity in the afternoon, which Mr. Lin did not allow. And the uncle Lin Zhiyi mentioned may be the one he sent to the hospital a few days ago and fell into the water in Linyuan Town.

Lin Zhi also handed his mobile phone to the teacher.

"Hello, Mr. Lin. I'm Mr. Wang. ”

"Teacher Wang." Master Ma put up a shelf and imitated the way Mr. Lin usually spoke, "I am Lin Zhiyi's father, I hope you can approve him to go out in the afternoon." ”

"Mr. Lin, the final exam is coming soon, and students should focus on their studies. Besides, as far as I know, Lin Zhiyi's uncle and their group of classmates are not related. ”

"He's a very important person to them. Mr. Wang, I hope you can understand. I'll go with them in the afternoon. You don't have to worry about that. Master Ma followed Mr. Lin's example and put pressure on Mr. Wang.

"Okay."

After using improper means to obtain Mr. Wang's approval, Lin Zhiyi and the others left in the car after lunch. Lin Zhi also sat in the co-pilot's seat, and the other three sat in the back row in turn.

"What about that little chubby?"

"He said he had taken a day of sick leave and had already taken the bus to get there in advance."

It seems that Chubby is also sincerely trying to say goodbye to his uncle.

"Young master, if Mr. knows about this, the consequences will be terrible." The car arrived at the gate of the crematorium, and Master Ma finally said what he had been holding all the way.

"Then don't tell him."

Master Ma was speechless, the Lin family's father and son were really not easy to serve.

They came to the door of the No. 5 mourning hall to meet Chubby. The funeral service for the body of the last deceased is still going on, and heavy mourning music is playing in the mourning hall.

I saw that there were rows of drums behind Xiaopang.

"Where's your drum kit?" Lin Zhi also asked.

"Please, I'm here by bus, how can you let me get it."

"What are these for?"

"You don't know this, this is called the drum pan, which is our folk music in Greater China. I rented it for a hundred dollars from the old man who played the mourning music here! ”

"Does this work?"

The little fat drumstick knocked the drums one by one, "No problem, wrap it around me." ”

In a blink of an eye, it was half past two, and the loudspeaker of the mourning hall shouted, "Next, Liu Qingyuan's family and relatives and friends are invited to enter to bid farewell to the body." ”

The original black crowd in the mourning hall instantly faded like a tide, and there were only five children left in the large mourning hall wearing school uniforms and carrying musical instruments. It looks very abrupt.

The staff came forward to confirm, "Classmate, what are you doing here?" What is your relationship with the deceased? ”

"He's the drummer of our band!" Lin Zhi also replied.

"What's that?" The staff didn't seem to understand the question.

"Uncle, don't play mourning music later, we'll bring our own musical instruments."

The middle-aged man, who had been working here for nearly twenty years, was stunned, no one had ever made such a request. He used the landline phone in the mourning hall to call his superiors for instructions. After receiving approval, other staff members pushed Liu Qingyuan's body out of the door on the other side and into the center of the mourning hall.

On the cart was a coffin covered by a glass lid, and Yuan Shanshan and Qian Wenwen held each other's hands and did not dare to come forward to peep.

It was a few boys who went up first.

I saw Liu Qingyuan, who was lying inside, with his eyes closed, even if he rubbed the miserable white foundation on his face, it was still difficult to hide his skin wrinkled by blisters.

Little Fat cried out, he still remembered that after the PK that day, the uncle gently comforted himself in the background. And in front of him, he has no breath at all.

"Don't look." Lin Zhiyi covered Qian Wenwen's eyes who couldn't help but come forward, she must not be able to bear this.

Qian Wenwen still struggled to break Lin Zhiyi's fingers. Seeing this scene in front of me, tears burst out of my eyes like pearls. Lin Zhiyi's heart hurt when he cried.

"Okay, don't cry. Have you forgotten why we are here today? ”

Zeppelin took out his acoustic guitar first, "We only have half an hour, we have to see off our uncle." His voice was hoarse.

Everyone hurriedly put away their grief and set up the band's formation.

Lin Zhiyi shouted, "1, 2, 3"

In the No. 5 mourning hall of the Zhucheng Dongcheng Crematorium, I remembered the famous song "Blooming" by the tumbling band twelve years ago. 》

This time, it was no longer Yuan Shanshan singing alone, but every member of the band made their own voices. After Lin Zhiyi decided on the songs to be sung, everyone listened to these songs countless times.

"Even if the future is dark,

We won't stop moving forward.

Even if life can only bloom once,

As long as you are brave, you will not regret it. ”

The staff member who had just asked the superior for instructions seemed to be stunned when he heard this song.

His mind went back to twelve years ago, when the song was playing on the radio in the streets. Why do these high school students sing this song here? After the band disbanded, the song was no longer mentioned. It was a memory that belonged only to the young people of their generation.

Later, Lin Zhiyi and the others sang two other masterpieces, and the middle-aged staff member still remembered them vividly.

However, the time has come, and the family members of the next deceased are already waiting at the door. Other staff pushed Mr. Liu's body through the door to the crematorium.

"Uncle Liu!" Everyone left their musical instruments behind and followed the cart to send Liu Qingyuan on his last journey.

The door slowly closed. They couldn't go in anymore.

At the moment when Liu Qingyuan's body turned into ashes, the staff who was close to the age finally remembered Liu Qingyuan's former identity, this once brilliant superstar, and when he left the world, there were only a few children to see him off. He sighed that the world was hot and cold, and he also regretted his youth that passed away with Liu Qingyuan's ashes.

He put Liu Qingyuan's ashes in a box, which he bought with his own money.

He solemnly handed the box to the young man who took the lead, "Thank you. ”

Although he felt that the middle-aged staff member in front of him was a little strange, Lin Zhiyi still took the box.

Before they could pack up their musical instruments, they were squeezed out of the mourning hall by the family members of the lower bodies.

"Where should we put Uncle?"

Just when everyone was worried about how to place Liu Qingyuan's ashes, a long-haired man wearing sunglasses stopped them.

"Students, stay!"

"What is the relationship between you and Liu Qingyuan?"

"He's the drummer of our band!" Faced with strangers' questions, Lin Zhiyi still chose to answer like this.

"Your band?"

"Yes." Everyone nodded in unison.

"That's a coincidence, he's also the drummer of our band!"

"What band are you from?"

"I heard what you sang in there just now, and that song was sung by our band before. In the lower Tang Feng, please advise, children. ”