"Daddy!!"

"Daddy!"

"How can you just leave like this?!"

"Woooooooooo......oo Father...... Daddy......"

"Don't ...... How can you just leave us like that...... Father!!! ”

"Ahhh!!h

"Woo ......"

Heart-rending cries rang out in the hall, and a woman in front of the mourning hall fell to the ground and wept silently, her sackcloth and even her forehead were already on the ground.

More than a dozen people next to him stood in order, all dressed in black and white, and their sad mood could be seen from their expressions.

On the inside of the hall is an open coffin, quietly placed, which shows that the atmosphere is sad.

Looking at the scene in front of me, complicated flashed in my eyes, secretly clenched my fists, and then slowly released, I can't say whether it was heartache or dullness, in short, it was an uncomfortable mood.

I smiled self-deprecatingly, still a little puzzled by what this was, what the reason could be, how could I leave a suicide note for me so simply.

"Let's!"

At this time, a high-pitched chant came out of the door of the hall, and the suona and drums sounded for a while, intermingling with the cry.

The people outside the house suddenly became busy, holding out white oil-paper umbrellas to block the sunlight shining in from outside.

This is a necessary rule for us to do white things in our village, also known as "not seeing the sky", which is said to protect the yin spirit of the deceased.

People in the countryside are more quaint, to be honest, they are more feudal, basically they are more superstitious about these things, and they can't do anything if they don't have one, otherwise, maybe one night there will be nightmares and they can't put their minds at ease.

To put it bluntly, it is psychological, and if you believe it, you will have it, and if you don't believe it, you will not have it.

Of course, there are also people who say that it is better to believe what it has than not to believe it.

So, it depends on what the individual thinks.

A man wearing a yellow robe, wearing a Taoist crown, and looking like a Taoist priest walked out of the inner door first, he held a handful of dust in his hand, and kept chanting something in his mouth, driving the two beards under his nose to move, and his figure was still a little bloated, which looked quite funny, but he was undoubtedly the presiding mage of this matter.

He was followed by four people, who together carried one out of the house.

The man was covered with a white cloth, and his head was surrounded by a red cloth, and he was held up by a man holding his head.

Seeing this, the atmosphere of the scene suddenly became solemn, and the crying became more and more intense.

"Into the coffin!"

The yellow-robed mage shouted sharply, his expression solemn, and began to guide the details of entering the coffin step by step.

This is naturally a very critical link, and no mistakes can be tolerated, otherwise it will be a great disrespect to the deceased, and it is also quite unlucky for the mourners.

Therefore, the people who do the work are naturally cautious, and slowly put the people into the coffin step by step, not daring to make any mistakes, and they are so nervous that they are already sweating on their foreheads.

After a good meal, the coffin was finished.

I glanced at it, walked to the yellow-robed mage without a trace, and said softly with an expressionless face: "Uncle, Changming Lamp." ”

Hearing this, the yellow-robed mage immediately glanced at the bottom of the coffin, his face remained unchanged, and he turned around and said solemnly to the person who was carrying the corpse next to him: "What about the ever-bright lamp?" What to do? Do you want to make sure that this old gentleman of your family can't find a place? Well? ”

The man who was reprimanded was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said nervously: "God...... Tianqing Dao Chang, the ever-bright lamp is in the room, I'll go get it, go immediately! ”

Seeing that man hurriedly ran in, I couldn't help but be speechless, and glanced at the master beside me, saying Isn't this what you, the presiding mage, should do? I forgot to say it, and I blamed others for my mistakes without showing my face, which is also amazing.

"Hehe......"

A certain Taoist only smiled indifferently at my gaze, but I was sure that this master was proud.

"Stinky boy, I'll leave the rest to you, Uncle will go outside to rest first."

"Isn't it, uncle, the next thing is the right thing, you don't come to recite the words, leave it to me?" I raised an eyebrow.

Uncle leaned sideways and whispered a smile to me: "Uncle, isn't this giving you a chance to exercise?" Mali, I'll go out first. ”

"Uncle, if you can't help but want to take two puffs, just say it, the craving for smoking is not that big, right?" I pouted, I had already seen through his thoughts.

"What nonsense? Stinky boy! You Lao Tzu has told me to take good care of you, do you say that your uncle and me are easy? I want to take care of you and educate you, why haven't you grown up yet? Learn more, and you should accumulate experience! ”

Seeing my uncle's distressed look, the corners of my mouth suddenly twitched.

A thousand instructions?

Not to mention anything else, just that sentence is explained in the so-called suicide note, right?

But it's okay, once this master is addicted to smoking, I can't stop it, if I can't take a puff, it's like killing him.

What's more, someone just recently "received" a real dragon cigarette from the son of the deceased, and took advantage of the fact that the honest young master didn't pay attention when he distributed the cigarette, and took a whole cigarette from someone else with a little slip of his hand, and then said thank you extremely shamelessly.

Seeing the young master's stunned appearance, he blushed and opened his mouth for a long time and couldn't get the cigarette back, I guess he didn't expect to meet someone like my uncle at all.

glanced at a certain chief with disdain, I took the dust, and this job could only be taken.

This is Qingshui Town, and the Wang family is a relatively famous wealthy family in the town.

The one who passed away was Wang Fugui, the old man of the Wang family, and I heard that this family business was built by him. It's just that I don't know if it's overwork or what's the reason, Old Man Wang fell ill when he was just over half a hundred, and then he didn't survive in one breath, so he went like this, which is a pity.

Probably this is all fate, and no one can say for sure about many things.

As for me and my uncle, in fact, we are the people who were specially invited to do things, and my uncle has a good reputation in this regard, and he often takes this kind of white thing, and I also follow to help, and over time, some of the things on the process are relatively familiar, and there is naturally no problem with the substitute shift.

Still, there are some things I want to say.

For these things of my uncle, it is not so much that I "followed" to help, but that I was dragged over by a certain master in the name of "taking care" of me.

I don't know which tendon of mine my dad was wrong, after a big quarrel with my grandfather five years ago, he ran away in a negative mood, and he was stunned and had no news, and he never appeared in front of me again.

If I had to say that there was any connection, it was only the letter that he asked my uncle to forward to me three days ago.

I would ask my uncle if my father had ever come back, but he only said that the letter had been sent, and his expression at that time seemed to be hiding something from me.

However, if my uncle doesn't want to say it, I can't let him tell me.

And that letter is, to be precise, a suicide note.

I can't even remember how I felt at the time.

He's dead?

In the past five years, it was like the world had evaporated, and then suddenly he threw a suicide note to me, telling me that he was dead?

How am I going to accept this?

It's like throwing my hands to the shopkeeper and explaining a bunch of inexplicable things, and then let my uncle take care of me, and forget it, and don't ask me how I feel about this party.

Is there such a father?

Looking at the serene face of the old man Wang in the coffin, and listening to the mournful crying in the hall, I felt inexplicable in my heart.

I feel like I'm going to be my dad lying here.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, my eyes froze, and my eyes fell on the copper coin in Old Man Wang's mouth, and my eyebrows were slightly raised.

Usually in white affairs, there are many things that need to be paid attention to, such as the white cloth used for the body of the old man Wang, which will be taken out after a while and distributed to his children and grandchildren, called "leaving offspring".

Another example is the grain paper money placed next to Mr. Wang, which actually means that he hopes that after the old man goes there, he can live at least a well-off life.

There are also some ploughshare fragments, which are taken from the meaning of "entering the soil to open the way".

The deceased must also be "cleaned up" decently, and even the makeup must show people a feeling that the ancestors have not left.

So, in general, the objects that will accompany the coffin will basically be new unless they have a special meaning.

Especially this copper coin, once replaced by a rusty one, it can be said that it is a big taboo!

I'm sure Uncle wouldn't be unreliable enough to make such a low-level mistake, but what I'm seeing now is that there are indeed rust spots on this copper coin.

And it's a rare rust black.

This surprised me, could my uncle really be so careless?

When I looked at the slightly exposed skin on Old Man Wang's neck, as well as the visible parts on my hands, I couldn't help but sigh for a while.

I've been pitted again!

No wonder Uncle insisted that I come along!

"Trail Chief? Trail Leader? ”

At this time, someone patted me on the shoulder, and I turned my head to see that it was the brother of the old man Wang who called me, and everyone outside called me the second master Wang.

is that this second master Wang is very different from the old man Wang, and the old man Wang can be regarded as having worked hard for most of his life and made a name for himself, and this second master Wang is said to be at this age, there are still some idle masters, who want to take advantage of a little bit all day long and do not do their jobs.

I reacted for a moment, then responded, "What's wrong?" ”

"Xiaodao Chief, what are you doing now?" Second Master Wang's eyes rolled, and he asked tentatively, his face was not good, I guess he was afraid that I would be perfunctory.

Generally, the greedy and cheap owners have the nature of an iron rooster, they can't accept that a dime related to them is wasted on useless places, of course, they also wish they could spend the least amount of money to play the maximum role.

My face did not change, and I responded, "I am reciting the Heart Sutra." ”

Of course I wouldn't tell him what I had just discovered.

"Oh, I thought ......"

Second Master Wang pulled a long voice slightly, and his expression did not hide his suspicion in the slightest.

But fortunately, in the end, he didn't say much.

I pursed my lips, it's best for this second master to go to my uncle's theory, that's interesting.