When my grandfather heard what others said, he was very worried and frightened. But he couldn't stop his father from continuing the strings.

Unexpectedly, Shang Ruoran loved him very much for a period of time, and it was not as others said.

Grandpa gave Shang Ruoran's family a lot of money, except for the things that Zhao Xianyun brought to the Ma family, Grandpa spent almost all the family's savings, and sold more than half of the land.

On the day of Grandpa's wedding banquet, the Taoist priest who sang lamentations at Zhao Xianyun's funeral also came.

He came uninvited.

said that he was a Taoist, but in fact he was not a Taoist. In the area of Thrush Village, there are many people like him who are somewhere between a Taoist priest and a peasant. I usually do farm work at home, and occasionally pick up suona to practice. The people here will not call suona suona, but "number". Blowing suona is said to be "blowing a trumpet". In my spare time, I also read Taoist scriptures. When someone from a family dies, naturally someone will come and invite him to play the trumpet and sing lamentations. Although this kind of person is not a Taoist priest, the people here are used to calling them Taoist priests.

This kind of Taoist priest is a bit like a craftsman, no different from a man who strikes iron, digs wells, or mends bowls. When he is busy with farm work, he does art in his spare time.

This kind of Taoist priest also has a different division of labor. Some are good at playing drums, some are good at playing trumpets, some are good at beating wooden fish, and some are good at singing lamentations, just like carpenters are good at making farm tools, some are good at making furniture, and some are good at making coffins. There are also special gongs in the Taoist priests, but because the gongs are the least technical, the old people in the deceased's own village are generally responsible for setting off firecrackers at the same time. Because every time a Taoist priest blows a trumpet or sings a lamentation, he has to rest for a while. When the Taoist priest rests, the mourning hall seems deserted, and the timid will be afraid. Therefore, the people who play the gong will set off firecrackers at this time, make a noise, and make a lively scene.

The uninvited Taoist priest is the one who is best at singing lamentations. Among all the Taoist priests, singing lamentations is the most difficult. The beating of the gong and drum is a little wrong, and the layman can't hear it. Singing lamentations is good or not, and insiders and laymen can hear it. When singing about the deceased's panic when he first learned of his death, the person who sang the lamentation should show his panic in the song. When the mourning of the deceased is sung when he sees his relatives weeping for him, the one who sings the lamentation should sing it to tears; When singing about the reluctance of the deceased to look back frequently when he walked across the bridge of the Lechuan River, the person who sang the lamentation song sang the taste of reluctance. If you don't have this effort, you can't eat this bowl of rice if you sing a dry lamentation.

Therefore, among all the Taoist priests, the Taoist priest who sings lamentations is the most valued and respected.

There are one or two Taoist priests who can beat gongs and drums in almost every village. The Taoist priest who can sing lamentations can be counted in a slap within a radius of dozens of miles. And this uninvited person is second to none.

This person's surname is Xi, and his name is magpie. It is said that when he was just born, his mother heard the sound of a magpie outside the window and gave him this name. The magpie is a harbinger of happy events, but who would have thought that this child would grow up to become a Taoist priest who sings lamentations, and does not report good news but mourning.

When Grandpa married Shang Ruoran, he didn't invite many guests, and he didn't have a big banquet like marrying Zhao Xianyun. In addition, at this time, the savings of my grandfather's family are not much, and it is impossible to be as generous as before, so everything can be simple.

Xi Que didn't care so much, and when everyone set up the banquet and prepared to start the meal, he came over.

Grandpa was surprised, but didn't ask much, and hurriedly invited him to sit down.

He was unkind and chose a seat to sit down.

Everyone was about to start the meal, but he slapped the table, attracting everyone's attention, and then said loudly: "Everyone, today is a rare day for Ma Xiucai, the wind is also harmonious, the sun is also beautiful, just sent away and pleased, I will sing a song to everyone to help the fun, how about it?" "He's used to singing tunes, and he speaks in a set way.

Although he speaks well, who dares to let him sing?

He is a Taoist priest who sings lamentations, what is it about singing at this wedding feast?

When everyone heard this, they were stunned and did not dare to answer.

Although Yu Youyang is angry with his father, he still has to defend his father when he sees this situation. When she heard Xi Que say that she wanted to sing a song, she hurriedly stopped: "Can't sing, can't sing!" ”

But Grandpa waved his hand and said generously: "Sing!" ”

A few people near my father hurriedly persuaded: "Ma Xiucai, although his name is Xi Que, he is not a magpie who announces good news!" He sings lamentations to the dead, and I'm afraid it's not okay for you to let him sing it on today's big day? ”

Shang Ruoran, who was sitting next to his father, showed an unnatural expression, looked at his father, and whispered, "Why don't you stop singing?" ”

Ignoring their objections, Grandpa shouted in the direction of Xi Que: "Come, let's eat again after singing!" ”

So, Xi Que cleared his throat and began to sing.

He sang in the same mournful tune as ever: "What is good in the world...... It's better than a grass on the side of the road...... Ten winters of wax moon frost hit...... The grass is dead and the roots are still ...... How can anyone die and turn around? Death is like a lamp going out...... It's like boiling water to splash blood...... The soul of the dead is still turning...... Haidilao Bright Moon ...... Even if you hire a mule cart with money...... It's hard to buy Lord Yama. ”

The more the others in the audience listened, the more they felt that something was wrong, and their faces darkened. Only Grandpa listened with relish, shaking his head. After Xi Que finished singing, his father immediately applauded and praised: "Good singing!" Well sung! ”

Xi Que bowed, then sat down.

Grandpa stood up, raised his glass, gestured to everyone, and said, "Well sung!" What good is it for people in the world? It's better than a grass on the side of the road! The grass can still be one year old and one withered, and the spring breeze blows and grows. When a man says he dies, he dies! It's even harder to see each other again! Why don't you make a grass? ”

Yu Youyang knew that the grass that his father was talking about at this time was millet. Millet's past life was a grass. Could it be that millet comprehended this truth before being reincarnated as a grass? However, he cultivated from a grass to an adult!

Yu Youyang later learned that Xi Que did come to smash the field on purpose. He came to his grandfather's funeral for Xiaomi and Zhao Xianyun, and heard people here talk about the matter between his grandfather, Xiaomi and Zhao Xianyun. He was so moved that he sang so much that he burst into tears in those days. In the past, even if he shed tears, he was pretending to be tweezers to show others, but this time he moved his feelings.

But not long after he went back, he heard the news that his grandfather was going to continue the string. Although he is an outsider, he still can't help but scold Ma Xiucai in his heart for being unkind and lustful.

So, he came to Thrush Village without receiving an invitation, came to the old house of the Ma family, and took the initiative to sing a lamentation, so as to anger Ma Xiucai.

Ma Xiucai not only did not get angry, but asked him to sing and praised him for singing well, which he didn't expect at all.

He heard a little pain and helplessness from Ma Xiucai's tone. Ma Xiucai doesn't seem to be as eager to want a new woman as he imagined, not as unkind as he imagined. But he couldn't understand why Ma Xiucai was in such a hurry to continue the strings in this case?

He suddenly felt that he had gone a little too far.

While he was meditating, someone next to him suddenly patted him on the back. The man said, "You can't look past it, can you?" ”

Xi Que looked sideways and saw an unfamiliar face. Although Xi Que is not from Thrush Village, there are deceased people in every village, so he is quite familiar with the people here, even if he doesn't know what the other party's name is and where his family lives, but at least his face is familiar.

Someone from Shang Ruoran's mother's family came. But the bride's family is a big guest, and they all sit at the table next to the bride and groom, and there are only two tables in total. Other than that, the other tables are all relatives of the man.

And this stranger was obviously not a relative of the woman, nor was it a relative of the man± and none of the others greeted him.

Xi Que thought to himself, could it be that this person is also uninvited like himself?

"It's a little. After all, just sending away the dead and ushering in the new, this is too obvious. Xi Que replied while thinking.

The stranger beckoned to him.

Xi Que didn't know what he was going to do.

The stranger said, "Put your ears together." ”

Xi Que put his ear over suspiciously.

The stranger covered his mouth with one hand and said in his ear: "Ma Xiucai can't be counted as just sending away the dead and ushering in a new person." Zhao Xianyun is not dead, she is not dead. ”

Xi Que was taken aback, afraid that others would hear it and think it would be strange, so he also whispered: "Isn't it a dead person?" But I've come here to sing lamentations! ”

"That's for people to see. If he didn't do this, he wouldn't be able to marry Sister Hua today! The stranger said.

"Sister Hua?"

"yes. You don't know? The bride is Sister Hua. If Ma Xiucai hadn't married her, she would have never been married in her life. ”

Xi Que really didn't know that today's bride was Sister Hua. Seeing that this stranger knew more than him, he asked curiously, "I haven't seen you, you're not a local, how do you know more than me?" Where did you learn about this? ”

The stranger said, "You are so forgetful! We've seen it once! ”

Xi Que thought about it, but didn't remember where he had seen this person. He shook his head and said, "When and where did I see you?" ”

The stranger said, "The last time you sang the song of filial piety here, think about it again. ”

After his point, Xi Que suddenly remembered. That night, when he was singing "Over the Immortal Mountain" here, he heard someone questioning the lamentation he sang, and walked to Zhao Xianyun's coffin, and after arguing with Ma Xiucai for a few words, he knocked on the coffin. At that time, he was singing so painfully that his throat was drinking tea, and when the man knocked on the coffin, he only glanced at it with slanted eyes, and did not pay attention to it.

Although he didn't remember the face of the person who knocked on the coffin, he did remember that the man was short, only half the height of a normal person.