This jade hall was originally a very large mourning hall, and now there are a lot of people coming, and the whole mourning hall is still playing mourning and music, which seems quite messy, but the noise at the door still attracts everyone's attention.

A young man in a black suit, black tie, and a large bouquet of white chrysanthemums and lilies shouted and rushed in

Shihan! Shihan! Shihan! You are not allowed to die! You give me life!

The young man was very tall, and when he rushed up, he knelt in front of the ice coffin, and immediately wept into a tearful man.

To be honest, seeing such a big man crying like this, it doesn't look good at all, Liu Yuwei, who was about to cry in anger, couldn't care about being angry, and looked at it with a probe and asked: Is this Zhao Shihan's boyfriend here?

Just cried twice, Zhao Shanfu walked over with a calm face: Zhao Haocheng, aren't you studying in the United States? How did you get back?

Zhao Haocheng? actually has the same surname as Zhao Shihan?

Hello uncle. Zhao Haocheng stood up silently and nodded to Zhao Shanfu and said: I heard that something happened to my sister, and I came back on a transoceanic plane overnight!

If you don't study hard in the United States, what are you going to do when you come back? Come back and give your sister one last ride

Zhao Shanfu still has a son? Why haven't I heard of it? A guest on the side probably didn't hear Zhao Haocheng call Uncle Zhao Shanfu clearly, and he was talking on the side. The chapter on нéi Уāп Gê has been updated

This kid is not Zhao Shanfu's son, he is the son of Zhao Shanfu's brother, but he seems to recognize Zhao Shanfu as his godfather, but it is said that he is not very good, because Zhao Shanfu sent him abroad because he caused too many things in China, and he was not allowed to call his father again, probably like that

I listened to it funny: this relative of Zhao Shanfu is also the best.

How the hell did my uncle and sister die? Why commit suicide? My sister is living so happily, how could it be

Get the hell out of here! Bad luck!

Zhao Shanfu kicked Zhao Haocheng fiercely, and Zhao Haocheng stopped and walked to the side in a gloomy manner.

At this time, some more people came to the door.

It looks like they are all young men and women, and they should be about the same age as Zhao Shihan.

We are Zhao Shihan's classmates, please mourn my uncle.

A person who looked like a member of the student committee walked up to Zhao Shanfu, handed Zhao Shanfu a bouquet of flowers, and said, followed by several young students.

Thank you, thank you, thank you classmates for coming to see my daughter's last journey, Zhao Shanfu choked up and said.

In addition, we have another request: our classmates in the Hanfu Club have always been Shihan's best friends, and now that Shihan has passed away, they are all very sad, and they hope to sing a requiem for Shihan in her mourning hall, do you think it's okay?

Zhao Shanfu nodded: Of course you can, you still have this kind of activity?

Shihan is one of the members of the Hanfu Club of our Academy, so we came here wearing Hanfu, please don't mind.

After speaking, he pointed to the door.

A girl dressed in Hanfu walked in with a light step.

When she walked in, all the voices in the noisy mourning hall stopped.

Of course, Hanfu will attract a high return rate, but the most attractive thing is the girl herself who comes in.

The girl was wearing a plain white Hanfu, tied with a streamer, her hair was casually draped, her thin figure, and a pure melon seed face, which looked very small, giving people a feeling of wanting to be cared for in her arms.

But now there was a sense of inviolability in her expression.

I was also stunned: Shangguan Xin!

I only saw her a few hours ago, when I laughed once in class, she smiled a little when she had been expressionless, and now when I see her, her face is already solemn as if it is about to collapse.

There are also a few girls wearing Hanfu costumes, with traditional musical instruments such as Xiao Se Zheng flute, in the middle of the mourning hall, a few boys have already set up tables, chairs and benches for them, and several girls immediately prepared their own musical instruments.

No one around made a sound, and many men's eyes were attracted by Shangguan Xin, among which the one with the biggest eyes was Zhao Haocheng, of course, Zhao Shanfu was not too small.

Among the girls, I also know the one who played the seer: it was the girl who said she wanted to challenge me, what is it called ice grinding?

After a few girls had put things on the table, they began to play a group of ancient music.

Shangguan Xin stood in front of the ice coffin. He gently raised a white arm and sang along with the music.

With a flick of his fingers, he was speechless and stood up the Yao steps alone

The sound reminds of the first bright crescent moon and a few stars

Lu Xuanying was melancholy and lonely, and the moon fell into loneliness

Qu Lang is the same as leaning on the sun for a night of cold rain to bury the famous flowers

It is a dream that should wake up for a long time, leaning on the willow inscription, and the light dust is in the Yuqin

In the evening of the year, I once traveled everywhere, and the rain was like dust clouds

The wind is also Xiao Xiao, the rain is also Xiao Xiao, and the tears and lights are falling

Xiao Xiao has a few leaves of wind and rain for Yi to judge the dreamer

Towards the tears like a tide of dark drops of flowers, stepping all over the Qingqiu Road

The curtain shadow who shakes the autumn tide and the cold rain in the window is lonely

(Ancient style song "Wind Burial Autumn Night Rain")

I can assure you that there is probably no one else who can understand the lyrics of this music but me, and even I have to be very careful to hear what is being sung.

But Shangguan Xin's words are very clear, and her voice is a low and soft feeling, I don't know who wrote this song, but it does have a sad tune, which makes people feel very sad.

But other than that, Shangguan Xin's actions made me feel that something was wrong.

She didn't just stand there and sing all the time, but walked around the ice coffin as she sang, and as she walked, she used the wrist she had been holding to scratch around the ice coffin.

I've never seen that fingering, but the tracks she's crossed aren't easy.

One of the aspects of our family's autopsy is to draw some symbols on the corpse to receive the biomagnetic field generated by the stone, and those symbols have their own uses, which are not the ghost hunting charms drawn by Taoists, but some symbols that are really useful.

It's very complicated to draw those symbols, but some of our family members have also done research: those symbols are not made up out of thin air or for the sake of beauty: many of those symbols are exactly the same as the human body!

The nerves of those veins receive the various biomagnetic fields generated by the cheoliths in order to produce the effect of controlling the corpse.

But now that Shangguan Xin has not touched the corpse, what do her fingerings mean?

After singing the song, Shangguan Xin just walked around the ice coffin.

This is the mourning hall, but there are still many people who applaud as if they have forgotten where they are.

Such a costume song performance is indeed rare now, not to mention that the performance is a beautiful girl, which can be rare.

Shangguan Xin didn't pay attention to other people's applause or anything, but walked in front of Zhao Shanfu and gently made a gesture according to the ancient etiquette: Thank you.

Nothing, nothing! It's so good to sing! Zhao Shanfu didn't know what to say anymore.

Shihan is my best friend in Hanfu Society, and her death hit me hard, I hope you can allow me to see her off here for the last time, and can watch her turn into smoke, do you think it's okay?

Girl, I'm a rough person, and I don't understand what you mean Zhao Shan said a little embarrassedly: You mean you want to keep the spirit here until cremation?

Precisely. Shangguan Xin saluted again.

Of course you can, why not? Zhao Shanfu nodded happily: It's really rare for Shihan to have such a good friend as you!

Thank you so much. Shangguan Xin nodded and said.

The four girls who played the music put away their instruments and prepared to leave, and several students also left after thanking Zhao Shanfu in front of him.

Is this girl really such a good friend of Zhao Shihan? Do you still have to keep a vigil? Liu Yuwei looked at me puzzled and asked.

It won't be peaceful tonight or tomorrow night. I shook my head and said.

After dinner, there were fewer and fewer people.

Many people are actually friends of Zhao Shanfu's business, and if they come to see it, they will do their best, and they will find things to do before dinner.

But this is nothing: after the dinner provided by the funeral home, Zhao Shanfu actually slipped away!

Xiao Zhang, a little business thing really can't wipe off other people's face, I want to socialize, I know that you are a responsible person, and you understand the situation here, you can help me take care of my daughter.

There is such a father?

I nodded: I see. Please.

Zhao Shanfu and Li Shuqin also slipped away

There were not a few people left in the mourning hall, and by 11 o'clock in the evening, there were only four people left in the mourning hall.

I, Liu Yuwei, Shangguan Xin and that Zhao Haocheng.

There is a special family lounge here, and I first asked Liu Yuwei to find a room to lie down and rest, and then sit in the empty mourning hall to watch the situation of these two.

Zhao Haocheng never left, but it was obvious that he didn't have much affection for Zhao Shihan: since Shangguan Xin came out, his eyes never left Shangguan Xin's side.

But after sitting for so long, this guy has been sitting in place, scratching his ears and cheeks.

Although Shangguan Xin looked soft and weak, that inviolable aura was definitely not fake, and Zhao Haocheng didn't even dare to go up to say hello.

Objectively speaking, this kid also seems to be a coward.

And Shangguan Xin has been finding a stool since dinner and sitting relatively close to the ice coffin, as if the old monk was in a state of silence.

Looking at these two, I didn't know what to do, but after looking at Zhao Haocheng, I simply walked towards Shangguan Xin.

Shangguan, it looks like we've met once in the morning, right?

Zhang Heng, I remember your name.

Shangguan Xin turned her head to look at me and said softly in a light tone.

But how did you get here?