Then, drummers, Qingyin, Taoist priests, and nuns lined up on both sides, blowing and chanting, and burning paper.

The sound of mourning music is loud, the words are overflowing, the dark clouds are rolling, the dark dust is flying, the heaven and the earth are the same color, condensed into a large black curtain, and the clusters of firelight jumping in the ice and snow are the stars in the dark night, accompanied by the mighty cold wind, faint and bright, illuminating the sorrow in people's hearts.

After a while, after receiving the three rites, Leban and the Taoist nuns all went back, and they also packed their things and returned to Pan's mansion.

Half a month later, Lin Jingmao received a funeral post from Pan Changping. He picked up a few soft things, and as soon as he walked out of Lingyun Pavilion, he saw Lin Zhuang Zhu walking towards him.

Lin Jingmao stopped, smiled and said with concern: "Grapefruit, are you feeling better?" ”

"Brother Jingmao, I'm much better!" She saw him holding the baggage and looking in a hurry, and couldn't help asking, "Where are you going?" ”

He lowered his head, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes: "My grandmother has passed away, and I am going to Youzhou for a funeral!" ”

She knew that she had asked something she shouldn't have asked, and immediately apologized: "I'm sorry! ”

He smiled slightly: "It's okay! ”

She thought about it, then lowered her head and clenched the corner of her clothes: "Brother Jingmao, can I follow?" ”

"This ......," he thought for a moment, then agreed, "Yes!" ”

Hearing this, she raised her eyes and smiled brightly at him: "Then I'll go pack up my things, you wait here!" ”

Without hesitation, he said, "Good! ”

Receiving his answer, she happily turned and walked away.

Lin Jingmao looked at her distant back, and remembered the person in his memory.

I haven't seen her for months, I wonder what happened to her?

After a while, Lin Zhuang came, he came back to his senses, walked out of the Lin Guogong Mansion with her, got into the carriage and left.

More than half a month later, the coffin in the mourning hall was about to come out.

On this day, Pan Zhizhi and Mu Fanyin stayed in the mourning hall to accompany the sacrifice, looking at the relatives and friends who came to mourn.

And among these relatives and friends, there will naturally be Pan Yunzhong and Pan Chengzhong. At this time, they knelt beside the old lady's coffin, crying silently, and their tears flowed like beads of broken thread.

Seeing that they were crying so sadly, Pan Zhizhi and Pan Lianzhong walked to them to comfort them, telling them to mourn and change their ways, and not to be too sad.

They nodded, not overly sad.

At this time, another sound of footsteps came, Pan Zhizhi habitually turned his head to look, a purple dress was luxurious and elegant, his eyes moved up, a familiar and warm handsome face came into view, her heart jumped inexplicably, and she quickly lowered her head, with a dignified face.

He even came!

When he came in, Mu Fanyin also saw it, and he was secretly surprised in his heart, he looked at Pan Zhizhi again, and saw that she had been lowering her head, he clenched his fists, and his heart was tumbling with turbulent waves.

At the right time, a clear and agile female voice came into their ears: "Brother Jingmao...... What are you looking at? ”

When they heard the sound, they looked at each other, and a beautiful woman with a snowy skin was standing squarely beside Lin Jingmao.

Who is she?

Seeing the unfamiliar face, Pan Zhi had some doubts in his heart.

Lin Jingmao smiled at Lin Zhuang with a side face: "It's nothing!" ”

With that, he turned his head and looked straight ahead.

Coincidentally, when he turned his head, his eyes met Pan Zhizhi and intersected on the same line.

Seeing the face he had missed for a long time again, the clear water overflowing from his heart was filled with a wisp of bitterness, lingering for a long time.

Her heart was shocked, and there was a touch of hatred in her eyes, and she stared at him deadly.

At this time, Mu Fanyin walked to her side, stretched out her hand to wrap her shoulder, and smiled at Lin Jingmao: "Jingmao, you are here!" ”

Lin Jingmao looked at the two people in front of him, the sourness in his heart was even more indescribable, he suppressed the sourness and bitterness that was about to pour out, and smiled at them elegantly: "Well, I'm here!" So saying, he put the sacrifice in his hand on the table.

He and Lin Zhuangzhu walked to the coffin, knelt down on their knees, and burned paper money for the old lady.

The faint light of the fire dancing in the copper basin burned away the long-buried sorrow and obsession, and passed away with the yellowing money.

After burning the paper money, they stood up and put three more sticks of incense on the old lady.

Here, Pan Changping knew that Lin Jingmao was coming, so he hurriedly sent someone to prepare a meal to quench his hunger and thirst.

Soon, they had eaten the fast, talked for a while, and time passed in a hurry.

Lin Jingmao saw that it was getting late, so he said goodbye to everyone and returned to Zuiyuzhai with Lin Zhuangzhu.

After a few more days, it was time for the old lady's funeral.

On this day, the sky was dark, the north wind was howling, echoing the mournful roar, blowing flags one after another, and seeing columns of funeral processions dressed in white.

And in that column, Pan Yuechen stood in front of him with a fluttering flag, while Pan Changping stood behind him with Mrs. Yang holding the stuffing jar holding the spirit card.

And behind them, followed by Pan Zhizhi and others, they held mourning sticks, and walked slowly with their heads down.

When they passed the road sacrifice tent, they stopped, and carried paper money in their hands to pay tribute to the souls of the dead.

When they were done, they carried the coffin and set off on their way to the cemetery.

After some time, they arrived at the cemetery and laid down the coffin.

Pan Yuechen sent someone to sweep away the floating soil on the coffin with a new broom, opened the lid of the coffin, took the stuffing jar and copper coins in Mrs. Yang's hand, and put them under the coffin.

He sent for the lid of the coffin to be closed, and he buried it with earth, and the bones were buried.

In addition, he slammed the yin and yang basin with a sonorous sound, and the fragments were immediately scattered in all directions.

After the various ceremonies were completed, they returned to Pan.

After returning to Pan's house, Pan Changping sent someone to dismantle the filial piety shed, clean the front yard, and pack up things.

When he was done, he held an Iftar in the evening to comfort the old lady's soul.

In this feast, Pan Zhizhi has been sullen and tasteless, chewing everything he eats, after all, the person he hates is close at hand, and no one will have an appetite.

So, after a few casual bites of food, she stood up and said goodbye to them, and went out.

She walked through the dim snow without moonlight, looked at the crystal clear pond in front of her, didn't know what was in mind, and sighed deeply.

At this time, a familiar voice came into her ears: "Why sigh? ”

Hearing his voice, she knew that it was Lin Jingmao, she still looked at the frozen Qingchi, and did not look back at him: "Sigh fate, sigh sorrow and joy, sigh life and death!" ”

He stood with his hands in his hands, like a pine in the mountains, through the cold wind, his whole body was full of vicissitudes and desolation, he looked at her emaciated figure, and said unconsciously: "You are three sighs of life!" ”

She sneered: "If you haven't experienced it, how can you understand words?" ”

He agreed with what she said: "You're right! ”

She chatted with him, and then remembered the person she hated the most in her heart - Lin Yutang, she calmed her face and said word by word: "Fortunately, he didn't come!" ”

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