Although I don't have a mother, I have never eaten pork and have always seen pigs run, and since I was a child, I have secretly observed the way other people's mothers and children get along. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoI've seen a lot of mothers and sons, but they make me feel that something is wrong, but what's the problem?

I racked my brains to replay the images that had just happened through the sieve one by one...... Finally, the picture was fixed on Du Yu's eyes.

Yes, it's his eyes! Du Yu's eyes looking at her are not at all the eyes that a son should have when looking at his mother!

I was thrilled, oh my God, what did I find?

Aren't they mother and son? So why do they show off this relationship?

But if it's a lover relationship, it doesn't make sense, just ask, how could Du Yu, a young and strong young man in his twenties, fall in love with a dying woman?

I was shocked by my own speculation, when did the world become so crazy? Could it be that Yue Lao was drunk and tied the wrong red line? Or is it too poor to find a daughter-in-law, so simply solve it internally, and can't take care of any ethics and morals?

No, no, Du Yu's eyes are full of love and tenderness, if the relationship between them is not that outrageous, then there must be some hidden secret.

Du Yu hugged the old woman at this time, patted her on the back and reminded, "There is a guest at home." ”

The old woman's eyes swept over, and the moment she saw me, the fierce light in her eyes flashed, and the horse stopped going crazy, and the whole person was paralyzed on the earthen bed.

Du Yu turned his back to me and said, "Look, my mother is in such a situation, don't laugh." ”

"Where's that? I'm here to see her. ”

As I spoke, I strode over to the earthen bed and grabbed her wrist. The old woman subconsciously wanted to dodge, and I grabbed her.

Hmph, want to run? No way!

The shriveled wrist struggled back in my hand, and I felt a lot of joy in my heart, oh, this little old lady's hand strength is really not small, but it's a pity that she met me.

As soon as I pressed my fingers and pinched the vein, her body writhed a few times under my fingers, and when she saw that she could not break free, she threw herself on the bed, closed her eyes, and straightened herself completely. A broken jar is broken, and it looks like it is fate.

My brow furrowed. The pulse under the finger beats in a degree, calm and powerful, this vitality is more vigorous than that of a young man, and no one will associate such a pulse with the old woman in front of him?

I pondered for a moment and asked, "How long has your mother been sick?" ”

"Oh, it's been a long time."

"How long is it?" I forced my eyes at Du Yu and asked.

Du Yu didn't expect me to be like this, and was stunned, "Ah, this, it's been a long time." ”

“……”

I didn't speak, just stared at him, Du Yu's eyes flickered left and right, and he became incoherent, "It's been too long, I can't remember when it started." ”

I nodded, didn't poke at him, just asked him seemingly nonchalantly, "How old is your mother?"

Du Yu was stunned again, and stammered: "Seven, seventy."

I pretended not to notice, stood up and said, "I'm in good shape, nothing wrong."

Du Yu let out a long breath, a hint of joy slipped through his eyes, and he smiled: "Yes, my body is okay, I was a little sick when I first came, but now it's all fine."

"Well, it's not too early, let's go to the ceremony."

Du Yu nodded hurriedly, "Eh, okay, okay." Look, I'm so sorry I didn't even let you drink my saliva. ”

"You're welcome, if you need anything in the future, you can go to the temple to find me at any time."

"Thank you, Abbot."

As we got out, we hurried to the village council booth.

The original council pavilion is the grass pavilion where I first met the patriarch, and now, it has long been replaced with shotguns, and has become a long corridor pavilion with four corners and eight pillars of the wooden structure, which is simple, solemn and imposing. In other words, I helped design and build it.

Before I got to the place, I heard a pleasant bell in the distance. It seems that the auspicious time is coming. The three of us quickened our pace towards the place where the crowd had gathered.

Far away, I saw that there were already many people standing in front of the Senate, and the eight pillars of the Senado were all colored, and the bronze bell was still hanging under the eaves on the left side of the front.

I don't know who shouted, "The abbot is here," and everyone turned back and made way for a passage.

Someone in front of him walked over to greet him, "Master Abbot, please come with me, the elders have been waiting for a long time." ”

I looked forward, but no, the five elders of the clan had arrived, and they had all sat there, but now they all stood up and looked at me.

I hurriedly followed the guide and hurried to the pavilion, folded my hands and apologized: "Amitabha, the poor monk is late, so you have been waiting for a long time."

The elder at the head hurriedly returned the salute and said, "Where is the master, it is just the right time to come, just right, and another quarter of an hour will be an auspicious time." As he spoke, he was going to put me in the right place.

And I said to myself, How shall this be done? Hurriedly excused himself: "This is unacceptable, I am not from the clan, it is already a great honor to be invited, how can I still be in the first place?" I just have to watch from the sidelines. ”

The elders refused to say anything, saying that I was highly respected, fair and credible, and that I would be invited to read out the results of the elders' deliberations later.

Originally, according to the clan rules, if the old patriarch did not designate a successor during his lifetime, then the new patriarch needed to be elected by the elders at a closed-door meeting. Then the five elders wrote the results of the deliberation on a piece of brocade silk, put it in a brocade bag, sealed it, and then put it into a special password box.

The opening code of this code box is five numbers, and each elder only has one number in his possession, which means that only five people can cooperate to open the box.

One of the most important parts of the ceremony is when the five elders open the box in public, take out the brocade bag, and then the name on the brocade is read out in public by a person of high moral standing chosen by each party, and I am the chosen one.

I couldn't refuse, so I had to sit there.

At this time, someone reported that the auspicious time had arrived.

The first elder stood up, raised his hand to signal silence, loudly announced the beginning of the ceremony, and rang the bronze bell with his own hands.

Someone pulled out a cleverly designed lockbox and placed it on the table. Each of the five elders pressed on the box, and the pattern on the box rolled. With a "click", the lid of the box automatically popped open, and a beautifully embroidered brocade bag lay quietly inside.

The clansmen below cheered, and the first elder took out the brocade bag and solemnly handed it to me.

The crowd cheered and gave way to an open space in front of the pavilion, and a group of people wearing masks of fierce gods and demons, dressed in colorful clothes and holding drums, jumped rhythmically into the open space and danced.