Qin Mi'er looked at the sun in front of her lonely, and only closed her eyes when it dazzled herself.

However, she still didn't want to lower her upturned head, and felt the crystal in the darkness through her eyelids.

Suddenly, she felt as if the sunshine could bring warmth to herself—at a time when the world seemed to be disgusted, it was the only one willing to give it to her.

In the hall, everyone walked around the coffin three times to admire the remains.

"Funeral!"

As Zhong Banxian's voice fell, Qin Yihong was the first to stand up, and put a piece of jade pendant into the coffin with tears in his eyes to send his condolences.

Seeing that everyone had put the burial items in, Zhong Banxian walked to the end of the coffin and wanted to seal the coffin.

But Pu Xiu suddenly looked at Qin Yitian and asked, "Do you want your mother to take away that ancient book that came from nowhere?"

"Take it away. lest that book hook Qin Mi'er's soul. ”

"Zhong Banxian, wait a minute, there is one more important thing. ”

Pu Xiu hurriedly got up, ran upstairs, took out the ancient book on the bookshelf in Qin Mi'er's room, and ran back.

When her face was ruddy and she put the book into the coffin out of breath, Zhong Banxian hurriedly said: "The hour can't be delayed, I'm afraid I will miss the auspicious time to seal the coffin." ”

"Well, there's nothing to be buried with. ”

"Bang!"

The lid of the coffin was closed, and several sealing nails were ruthlessly nailed to the edge of the coffin, completely isolating Zhang Wenxiu's body from the world. At the same time, there is also Qin Miao'er's favorite ancient book that he can't understand.

Zhong Banxian took the kitchen knife and the big red rooster from Han Bing's hand.

I saw that he was holding a knife in his right hand and a chicken in his left hand, his black lips closed quickly, and after a "hurry like a law", the wings of the chicken were placed on the head of the coffin.

"Bang!"

The kitchen knife slashed three times on the chicken wings.

Immediately after, it was in the coffin again.

Still, after "urgent as the law", the kitchen knife ruthlessly cut on the chicken wings.

Finally, there is the coffin tail.

After beheading the coffin, Zhong Banxian handed the kitchen knife to Han Bing and recited the incantation again.

After the spell was finished, he bit the big red crown of the in one bite, and caught it and drew a rune on the tail and top of the coffin.

After the rune, paste the fluff on the's chest.

Finally, he spat a ball of chicken blood on the lid of the coffin and pasted the yellow rune paper on the table.

After everything was finished, he handed the big red rooster to Han Bing and said to Tang Fengru: "This chicken must be raised until March 3 next year, not for one day less." ”

Tang Fengru nodded.

"It's time for the funeral!"

With the roar of a sergeant outside the door, Qin Deyun personally lit firecrackers at the door, threw a handful of paper money, and opened the way for his wife.

Qin Yihong held Lingpiao in his hand, wore a paper-paste filial piety hat, and dragged a three-foot-long filial piety cloth to the forefront.

Qin Yitian dragged a three-foot-long filial piety pabu, holding the statue and following behind.

Qin Yifu followed with the spirit tablet, and Qin Yishun cried closely.

The Taoist gentlemen played trumpets and drums and followed behind their sons.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Wenxiu's daughter, daughter-in-law, son-in-law and nephews, men and women, waving 28 colorful flags, followed step by step.

Eight big men carried the coffin and slowly followed the funeral procession.

At the end, there are all kinds of items that people can only use in the underworld, such as paper houses and paper figures.

The group of people and horses is like going to the battlefield, mighty......

As soon as he went out, Zhong Banxian roared again: "Send the crying god!"

Only the audience was crying "woo woo"!

When the group reached the ring canal (a small horizontal tributary), they saw a tractor coming.

Zhong Banxian stepped forward to negotiate a few words, pinched his fingers again, and said lightly: "Now that the policy is out, it must be taken to the crematorium for cremation." “

Suddenly, several mourners carried the coffin onto the tractor.

Regardless of the auspicious time, the policy cannot be violated.

Later, I saw a large group of people such as nephews and men and women flying colorful flags, and they followed the tractor to the original crematorium of Sankei Temple.

This crematorium is actually a few lattices made of green bricks.

At this time, the fire inside was soaring, and Zhang Wenxiu's body incineration was still in third place.

The staff who burned the corpse wore a blue cloth apron, a gauze mask on his face, and held a long pair of large tongs, which he occasionally put through the window and turned over the body so that the body could burn through.

Suddenly, a scream came from the firelight, and the staff was startled, hurriedly retreated, and closed the air door.

Qin Yitian and the others did not go, after all, there were dozens of tables of guests at home who still had to greet them, and it was noon.

Han Bing stayed to let go of the mourning, and when he was in a hurry, he went out to find a toilet, and just happened to see Qin Miao'er leaning her head against the wall of Zhang's house.

"Why are you here?" Han Bing saw that the big dragon gate of the Zhang family had been closed, and there was no one in this alleyway except for the bustle of the backyard.

"Bask in the sun. Qin Mi'er didn't open her eyes, still leaning against the wall with her eyes closed.

Han Bing couldn't hold it back, and said hurriedly: "Where can it be convenient?"

Go up the stairs to the left.

"I'll look for you later. Han Bing hurriedly left.

......

Han Bing finished his convenience, walked to the more than one-foot-high street of Zhang's house and sat down, leaning lazily against the wall. "It's been a long time since I've been in the sun so pleasantly. “

was originally a son, Fusu, but he could travel through, but he has been constantly changing his identity and role to adapt to the life of modern people.

There is no other way to make a living.

People, you have to live before you can plan for anything else, don't you?

Han Bing didn't know that Qin Mi'er beside her was the girl he was born when he crossed over.

Qin Mi'er didn't know that the demon wind and the vision of heaven when she was born were the masterpieces of breaking the balance of heaven when this young-looking Taoist next to her crossed over from the other world.

"Uncle, do I know you?" Qin Mi'er lowered her head, glanced at Han Bing, and sat on the curb of the street.

Han Bing smiled, "I saw you in the bookstore when you were on summer vacation. “

Qin Mi'er propped her chin and tilted her head to think for a moment, "Oh, yes." “

"Why are you unhappy at any time, your eyes are swollen like crying?" Han Bing was curious, how could this teenage girl doll be so sentimental.

Qin Mi'er lowered her head and used her fingers to figure out the ants crawling on the edge of the street. "My dad found an aunt who was seven years older than me, and my mom only knew how to complain in front of me every day and teach me how to say ugly and unreasonable things. I felt as if she wasn't my mother. “

As he spoke, he saw a few tears falling from the edge of the street.

"My mother-in-law passed away, and my mother said that my mother-in-law only loved my brother and sister and never hugged me since I was a child. But the only person who was the strictest to me was my mother. Whenever I am unhappy, he hits me with a ruler that beats clothes. I still have a wide, swollen wound on my head. Qin Mi'er touched the swollen wound on the top of her head and smiled faintly, "My dad always came home late after looking for Bo Xiao, and my mother was even more angry with me." It's just that when my father was at home, my mother was very gentle with me, and deliberately competed with me in front of my father. “

Qin Mi'er's tears dripped even more, wetting a large area.

Han Bing touched Qin Miao'er's refreshing short hair, touched the scar, hurriedly shrank his hand, and said with a smile: "Do you want them to divorce or not leave." “

Qin Miao'er felt that Han Bing's movements were quite warm, and said lightly: "If you get divorced, I won't follow anyone." I went to the orphanage. “

Han Bing was surprised.

Qin Miao'er clapped her hands, stood up, and patted the dust on her pants, "With my mother, she only knows how to go shopping and sing, and it's not fun." As for my dad, he only knows how to work, and I like him like that. But if he finds another wife and has a baby, I don't think I can live with my new mother, and he won't love me that much. “

Han Bing looked at Qin Mi'er's eyes, which had narrowed into a slit, and scratched her nose, "Children don't care about adults, study hard, and then go to school in the city, and then you can leave here." “

Qin Mi'er's eyes suddenly lit up, thinking about which school in the city she wanted to go to and get rid of the boring life of being jealous.

Qin Yitian walked into the courtyard at some point, and when he heard Qin Miao'er and Han Bing's conversation, he stopped and listened quietly.

When he had almost heard everything he should have heard, he walked out of the big iron gate and said with a smile: "Xiao Han, you go to eat first." Your master, they may not be back for a while. “

Seeing the sad look on his face, Han Bing immediately left with interest.

Qin Yitian walked down the three-block stairs and hugged Qin Miao'er, who was standing on the edge of the street, in his arms. "Why don't you tell your father these words?"

Qin Mi'er pretended to be strong, leaned on Qin Yitian's shoulder and said with a smile: "If you dare to divorce, I will really go to the orphanage, and I won't recognize any of you." “

Qin Yitian knew her temperament and hugged her tightly.

He loved his daughter because she never let him down.

She could stay up all night making a math workbook of more than 110 pages, and blame herself for not completing a dozen pages.

She can do all her homework and is very self-disciplined.

She asked not to play with anyone, not to make friends, lest the plaything lose her mind, and she did not dare to disobey his orders.

So she obediently played table tennis against the wall at home, painted on the balcony, planted flowers on the flower platform, or taught herself to play the piano, make up songs and other nonsense gadgets.

When she was six or seven years old, in the restaurant of her eldest cousin Wang Liping, Qin Miao'er was afraid that the coal mine boss would get Qin Yitian drunk, so she poured a bowl under the pretext of drinking boiling water, and then changed to a bowl of Qin Yitian's liquor while others were not paying attention, while she herself slowly drank the bowl of spicy and astringent liquor without changing her face.

Fortunately, when Qin Yitian was one or two years old, he began to buy her Jiannanchun wine candy to eat, and there was never a shortage of wine candy in the wardrobe at home.

She can also help Qin Yitian play mahjong, although she doesn't care about how to settle accounts.

......

Anyway, the daughter Qin Yitian wants, Qin Miao'er fully meets his requirements. And try his best to do what he wants!

Qin Yitian was reluctant to give up his daughter, and comforted: "Okay, Dad doesn't divorce, don't worry about these things." “

Qin Miao'er cried even more, she had never told her father about Pu Xiu beating her behind her back. Those hard beatings made Qin Mi'er endure it.

"You are not allowed to quarrel with your mother anymore, if you quarrel and fight again, I will go out to school in the future and ignore you. And Dad, don't think I'll listen to you in the future. Qin Miao'er hugged Qin Yitian's neck stiffly.

"Dad, you are not allowed to tell your mother these words. Otherwise, she will lose her temper when she is unhappy. And Dad, when you go out to play in the future, you take your mother out, and you are not allowed to bring other aunts. “

"Okay, Daddy listens to you for everything. You can't get that bad on the next exam. Dad took you out to play, you didn't go to read a book by yourself, write an essay and imagine that Dad took you to Baotu Spring. This will not work, and we must seek truth from facts. “

Qin Mi'er nodded and said, "Dad, I will definitely keep the first place and be admitted to the school you want me to study." “

Qin Yitian took the ten-year-old Qin Mi'er in his arms, walked through the aisle of his house, and went to the banquet in the back yard.

"The bottles of 79-year-old Jian Nanchun upstairs were given to the professor when you went to college in the future. So you have to study hard and don't lose your mind by playthings. “

Qin Miao'er loves Qin Yitian, and has been working with Qin Yitian since she was a child, traveling on business trips, and socializing.

She doesn't have that deep affection for Pu Xiu, although she admires her very much - after all, people are beautiful and can design clothes.

It's just that the type of woman Qin Miao'er likes is the kind of woman who is versatile, gentle as water, and empathetic - just like Xiao Haibin and the fourth uncle's wife Mi Zhi.

Or like the eldest mother Tang Fengru, who has maternal love, it is better than her who is frightening people all day long.

Or it's not bad to indulge Qin Hua like Chen Xiao, since he was a child, he could play games with his friends and have a happy and innocent childhood.