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It was a cloudy day.

There are a lot of dense clouds in the sky, there is no wind, and it is very dull.

There was no movement in the sky: the wind did not blow, the clouds did not move, the sun did not shine, not even a bird. Under such a dreary sky, it is appropriate to do things such as: funeral, breakup, or daze.

Under the altar of the square of the god of Luoyan Village, many villagers gathered, dressed in black, holding a wild chrysanthemum in their hands, with a sad face and a solemn expression, with their eyes slightly closed, and their mouths silently recited.

On the altar, there was a man lying quietly, dressed in a fine costume, with his hands crossed on his chest, his face pale, his expression was calm, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, as if he was smiling indifferently. There is nothing special about his appearance, only this "smile" is very different from the place, no matter how strange it looks at it up and down: it looks like a "foolish smile", it also looks like a "treacherous smile", and it seems to be a "* laugh", and it looks like a "brilliant smile", and it is more like a "smile that doesn't care", as long as you look at it from different angles, there will be all kinds of unexpected "laughs". This mouth looks really weird, and this kind of "laugh" looks even weird!

The man was surrounded by chrysanthemums, like a yellow cradle, and he was sleeping in it, perhaps having had a good dream, so he was laughing, and he was laughing so "colorfully".

He is a dead man named Tao Xiaozhi.

It's a funeral.

In the silence of the villagers, the fat master of ceremonies slowly walked up to the altar with a wavy mouth, holding a piece of manuscript paper in his hand.

His face was gloomy (the true color of his face was like this, and it had nothing to do with Tao Xiaozhi's death), straightened his wavy mouth (and then suddenly realized that he shouldn't squeeze out this coping smile at the funeral, so he returned to the wavy shape), and said: "The sacred and solemn silent mourning ceremony has come to an end, and now I ask the villagers to offer the beautiful and holy yellow chrysanthemums in your hands to the deceased, as a way to express your blessings, sorrows, and thoughts." ”

Maybe it's because Wavemouth doesn't think the funeral is very important, so he doesn't want to show off his lung capacity so much, which makes him remove a lot of modifiers.

The villagers lined up, walked past Tao Xiaozhi's side one by one, and then put the chrysanthemums in their hands on his body until they covered him.

Huoxing walked by Tao Xiaozhi's side, put the chrysanthemum on his body and said, "If it weren't for saving me and my cousin, you wouldn't have died like this." Although you and I often fight and quarrel at every turn, like a cat and a mouse, I am still sad about your death, because my cousin is sad to death, and I am sad to die when I see it! Although I don't want you to haunt my cousin, I don't want you to fulfill your promise in this way。。。。。。 ”

The next person to walk on the altar was the old man with pigtails, and he said: "Xiao Zhi, although I am the best veterinarian in the world, the poison in you is too deep, and I can't do anything about it。。。。。。 Alas, I made an appointment with you in the woods to be my son-in-law, and you can be a good son-in-law, although you do have a little bit of mischief... Alas, people are really not as good as heaven, you go all the way。。。。。。 ”

The next one is the silly star. Her eyes were already swollen from crying, and her tears had dried up, she didn't pounce on Tao Xiaozhi and cry bitterly (she had done this several times before), but quietly looked at Tao Xiaozhi stupidly, looking at his strange smile: "Why do you still laugh when you sleep? You still laugh?! You don't know that I cried for you so much that my tears are gone! I hate you to death, I actually fell asleep like this without saying hello, and fell asleep forever!" What's even more hateful is that even though you are asleep, your smiling face is still spinning in my head, all the time! What the hell do you want to do?! I already hate you。。。。。。 If you don't want me to hate you, then you can wake up with a smile!"

As he spoke, the stupid star pounced on Tao Xiaozhi again, crying bitterly!

"Why don't you speak?!I hate me, I hate you。。。。。。 ”

The villagers in the back row persuaded her not to be sad anymore, to take care of her body, and told her the truth that the dead cannot be resurrected.

Silly Xingxing put the chrysanthemum in his hand on his palm and said, "Take it with you, you can find your way back to Yancun with it!"

Although the silly star is stupid, sometimes he can say such profound things.

Under the strong persuasion of the villagers, Silly Xingxing let go of Tao Xiaozhi and walked off the altar.

The ceremony of laying flowers for the deceased is over, and then the session is "singing to the passers-by". The so-called "song to send the passer-by" is actually similar to "God's praise", mourning it with poetry, singing the life of the dead and the sorrow of the living.

A blue man slowly walked up to the altar. This person is middle-aged, bald, with blue skin and translucent red, wearing a pink translucent gauze, playing with a small handkerchief in his hand, and walking with his buttocks twisting three times, he is the poet Mr. Elison, who is known as "the seed of love poetry" and "the sun umbrella of love goddess"!

Covering half of his face with a handkerchief, he shyly made a big bow (a women's etiquette) to the villagers, and his eyes with thick eyelashes blinked, sending autumn waves to the hearts of the villagers.

Alison opened his cherry mouth and said: "I am very happy to send a soul-soothing poem to the deceased, and I am also happy to build a bridge for the villagers to send mourning to the soul of the deceased!"

Isn't it inappropriate for a funeral to be recited by a love poet for a "happy person" to be "happy" when a person dies?

This poem was written in one evening with an in-depth understanding of the deceased's living conditions (that is, visiting the family of the old man with pigtails). If there is any similarity in this poem, it is pure coincidence, and if there is any difference, it is purely accidental. You don't have to complain or flatter the artistic conception of the poem, just put your thoughts into this rolling river of tears!"

Under the altar, several young girls wept profusely, not for the dead, but moved by the poet's words. It seems that the charm of Ailixin is really beyond the reach of Li Bai and his ilk!

"This poem is called "Returning to Music", it is tailor-made for the deceased, it is not well written, don't be surprised~"

Alison waved a small handkerchief and sang:

Guile was born to return for this day

Revert to one 's origin

Falling flowers return to the ground

The sun sets back to the mountains

Birds return home

Loneliness and loneliness

Fall in love and return home

This is the way of all things

Happy smiling faces, applause, flowers, like a sinking mountain

Tears, scars, blood, like running water

The sunken mountains and flowing water are the most beautiful paintings

Your idiot smiley

It made people cry and laugh

Your naughty trick-or-treating

It has made people miserable

Your clever plan

It has made things worse for people

Your soul

Dance on the Lake of Pleasure

Your life

Brilliant in the midst of the wonderful

Your destiny

Bloom in the midst of fate

From today

You're about to embark on your journey home

You're going to leave me

You hold our hand

And our hearts

You smile

There was no message

But he left us love and joy

From tomorrow

You're about to go back to Paradise Lost

Yours is departing from me

Your happiness is in an envelope

And your heart

You wave your hand

There is not a pigeon that does not rush to serve you

You still send us love and joy

Go back

Let's go back to the primal happiness

The birds there sing and dance for you

Happy

Please take the hand of God Abbas

That's a happy hand

It will heal all the wounds for you

Returning to the Joy

Leave all worries and distractions behind

Enjoy the sunset on the journey

As soon as Ai Lixin finished reading the poem affectionately, he cried on and off the stage, and some girl poetry fans were so moved that they cried and fainted. So where there is love and faith, there will be many girls who faint on the spot, for whatever reason.

Of course, the one who cried the loudest and most in the audience was the stupid star. When she didn't cry seriously, she was already crying earth-shatteringly, and if she cried seriously, the whole universe would echo with her cry! This time, unfortunately, she was really serious.

Her way of crying not only shocked the villagers present, but also moved the sky: the sky actually cried, and there was a drizzle!

At this moment, suddenly there was a loud sneeze from the pile of flowers at the altar, and then a dull yawn, and even the chrysanthemums were shaken into the air!