Xia Zecheng held Lao Xiao's hand tightly and said with tears: "Thank you Mr. Xiao for cultivating my son, we all have to be strong" Lao Xiao nodded, and held Xia Zecheng's hand even tighter.

Wang Lin choked up and said, "Uncle! Xia is always an excellent employee of our entrepreneurial group, and he happened during his tenure, so the second old man will be a member of the entrepreneurial group in the future, and our entrepreneurial group will send the second old man to the end."

Wang Lin's words made everyone in the courtyard breathe a long sigh of relief, Xia Zecheng has such a son, it is true that the pension of the second elder is still a problem, I didn't expect the entrepreneurial group to take the initiative to take it, which is also a happy thing.

What she never expected was that Sun Yuejuan smiled at Wang Lin and said, "No need, since my son is gone, then he has nothing to do with your group, and the two of us don't need to trouble your group anymore."

"Auntie! Fang Fang was anxious when she heard this, but as soon as she said half of it, she was stopped by Sun Yuejuan waving her hand, the old man's attitude was very tough, and Wang Lin swallowed back when her words came to her mouth.

Xiping Village, there is still an ancient funeral tradition, of course, Xia Zecheng will not forget, just when everyone was grieving, an elderly man came over, he said to Xia Zecheng: "Zecheng! The hour is almost up, it's time to warm the child's coffin, and when it's over, you have to afford the funeral, and if you delay on the way, when you get to the cemetery, it's almost eight o'clock."

Xia Zecheng let go of the hand holding Lao Xiao and said, "Mr. Xiao, please go back, I won't keep it here."

"I'll give the kids a ride too!" Lao Xiao said tremblingly, he seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.

The courtyard suddenly sounded with tragic music, a few locks, blowing out a sad song that made people cry, and several old people held an ancient coffin warming ceremony in front of Xia Jian's coffin.

With the sad voice of an old man, Chen Erniu, Xia Sanhu, and a few other young people from Xiping Village lifted Xia Jian's coffin and walked towards the gate step by step.

Because Xia Jian is a young man, there is no filial son to cry and mourn, and there is no one to support the flag, there is only an old man, scattering paper money in front of the coffin, this kind of funeral situation is rare, it is really a white-haired person to send a black-haired person, and some rules are useless.

"Jian'er!" Sun Yuejuan shouted in grief, and the person fainted, Zhao Hong and Fang Fang, as well as a few women in the village, hurriedly helped her into the house.

When the funeral procession passed through the village, all the people in the village followed, and some began to burn paper money at the door of their homes, which was a very spectacular and sad scene.

Xia Jian hurried all the way, and finally arrived at a small train station, and when he looked at the big watch on the wall of the waiting room, it was already more than twelve o'clock, so he came out in the morning, and walked for four or five hours, to say the least.

There are not many people waiting for the bus here, after inquiry, there is a slow train at 3:15 in the afternoon, the time to Pingdu is about more than five o'clock, Xia Jian didn't say a word, quickly bought a ticket, sat in the waiting room and suffered until more than three o'clock.

During the two hours on the train, he was so anxious that he wished he had a pair of wings and flew back as soon as possible. In order to make himself feel at ease, he closed his eyes and silently recalled the medical skills taught to him by the purple-clothed Taoist in the past two days. By the time he had gone through the process from beginning to end, the train had arrived.

As soon as he got out of the platform, Xia Jian hurriedly stopped a Di and told people that he was going to Xiping Village, and the taxi master glanced at Xia Jian, who was a little embarrassed, and said a little worriedly: "It will cost fifty or sixty yuan to Xiping Village."

Xia Jian threw the remaining 100 yuan from his pocket into the driver's arms and said, "Don't look for it, but the speed should be fast."

The taxi driver picked up the money, looked at it again and again in the light, and then started the car a little disbelievingly, because the money had been washed, but Xia Jian didn't bother to explain it to him.

Along the way, this master was quite hardworking, and he might have seen that Xia Jian was in a hurry, so he drove the car fast. As soon as he arrived at the village gate, the moment the car stopped, Xia Jian was stunned by the scene in front of him.

I saw a group of people carrying the coffin out of the alley, and it was Xia Sanhu and Chen Erniu who walked in the front, and almost all of the coffins were his old Xia's in-laws.

Behind the crowd, he also saw Zhao Hong and Ouyang Hong, and even Fang Fang and Wang Lin, could it be that which of his parents left first? As soon as Xia Jian thought of this, he pulled the car door and rushed towards the group of people.

The old man who was throwing paper money suddenly saw Xia Jian rushing towards him, the old man thought he had hit a ghost, he threw the blue zi in his hand to the ground, shouted, turned his head and ran.

Chen Erniu couldn't help but exclaim: "Xia Jian! ”

He thought that he might be dazzled, so he hurriedly turned his head, Xia Sanhu, like him, also turned his head around, and asked a little nervously: "Is he really Xia Jian?" Chen Erniu nodded hurriedly, not knowing whether he was nervous or happy, and two lines of tears finally flowed on the man's face.

"Who are you carrying?" Xia Jian rushed over and grabbed the lifting pole on Chen Erniu's shoulder.

Chen Erniu gasped and asked, "Your kid is not dead, it can't be haunted!" ”

"What, don't I have to be good!" Xia Jian said as he suddenly punched Chen Erniu in the stomach.

Seeing this, Chen Erniu was convinced that he was not mistaken, he suddenly turned his head and shouted loudly to the back: "Xia Jian is back, he is not dead"

This sound was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and the funeral procession blew up in an instant, and the people who walked behind thought that Chen Erniu and Xia Jian had a deep brotherly relationship, and they went crazy with grief.

When Xia Sanhu and Chen Erniu put the coffin off their shoulders, the people walking behind saw clearly that Xia Jian was standing in front of them, and everyone cried with joy. Fang Fang was the first to rush up, and there were two punches in Xia Jian's chest, and she cried while fighting: "I told you to play dead"

It's not pretended! Xia Jian then figured out that everyone was at his funeral, and you see that this matter is making trouble, and they all blame themselves for staying in the purple cloth Taoist for two more days.

The originally sad scene instantly became lively, Xia Zecheng took Lao Xiao's hand tightly and said, "Mr. Xiao! Jian'er, he doesn't want to live up to your old cultivation of him, isn't this coming back"

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back!" The two old men, laughing, shed tears of joy.

Everyone surrounded Xia Jian in the middle, you said, I asked word by word, so that Xia Jian didn't know whose question to answer first, Ouyang Hong and Zhao Hong, the two women, watched from a distance, in fact, their hearts were happier than anyone else.

Xia Jian squeezed through the crowd and greeted Lao Xiao and his father first, and then walked towards his house with everyone, and along the way, all the villagers were surprised when they saw him.

As soon as she stepped into the gate, she saw Zhao Hong's mother-in-law running out of the hall in a hurry, and when she saw everyone hugging Xia Jian and walking in, she shouted in surprise: "Xia Jian!" Are you okay kid? “

"It's okay Auntie, am I not okay?" Xia Jian said, and beckoned everyone into the house.

Zhao Hong's mother-in-law, Wang Qiaohua, is a Mali person in the village, at this time she was also a little frightened by Xia Jian's sudden appearance, she stroked her chest with her hand, and said breathlessly: "Xia Jian is fine, go back to the house to see your mother!" “

When Xia Jian heard this, he realized that his mother might have a problem, he didn't say a word, turned around and entered the door, in the hall, several neighbors' aunts were surrounding Sun Yuejuan lying on the edge of the kang, and everyone called her name without listening. Sun Yuejuan's eyes were closed, and there was no movement at all.

"Mom! What happened to you? Xia Jian screamed and pounced.

Sun Yuejuan's breath was weak, no matter what Xia Jian called her, she was indifferent, her eyes never lifted, an older aunt, she patted Xia Jian's shoulder and said: "Child, don't be sad, your mother is too sad for you, I'm afraid it won't be able to ease up this time, you have to prepare for the worst"

When Xia Jian heard this, the whole person collapsed to the ground.

There are more and more people in the house, originally Xia Jian came back, which is a great thing, but I didn't expect Sun Yuejuan to be like this again, it seems that this family has to go one of them.

"Xia Jian! Don't be sad, get to the hospital quickly! It's too late," Lao Xiao walked over and said with a very heavy heart.

Xia Zecheng shook his head, touched Sun Yuejuan's nose with his hand, and said indifferently: "No need, the old woman may have left."

When Xia Jian heard this, he immediately stood up, he pushed Xia Zecheng, and yelled angrily: "You are talking nonsense, my mother will not leave until she sees me."

Xia Jian's loud roar made everyone stunned, and no one dared to speak anymore. Xia Jian's mind was spinning rapidly, and he kept saying in his heart, no, this is not true, there must be a way.

In a hurry, he remembered the medical skills taught to him by the purple-clothed Daoist, not at this time, let alone when. Xia Jian let out a long breath and let himself calm down first, and then hurriedly caught Sun Yuejuan's pulse.

Everyone in the room was confused, they were a little confused, when did this Xia Jian still understand medical skills, he wouldn't be stupid by his mother!

Xia Jian closed his eyes tightly, his brows kept trembling, and he could see that he was trying his best to use his brain, and after a while, he opened his eyes, took out a palm-sized wooden box from his pocket, opened it quickly, took out a silver needle, untied Sun Yuejuan's clothes, and pierced her head without hesitation.

Everyone couldn't help but snort softly, they didn't expect that Xia Jian would have such a hand. The needle was pierced, but Sun Yuejuan was still the same, not moving, Xia Jian held his breath, and slowly twisted his two fingers, so that the entire silver needle was almost all pierced.

Xia Jian measured the size with two fingers, one, two, Sun Yuejuan's chest was full of silver needles, but she still didn't move, and beads of sweat flowed down Xia Jian's forehead.

The people in the room couldn't help but look at me, and I looked at you, as if they didn't understand Xia Jian's approach. Xia Zecheng glanced at Xia Jian, choked up and said, "Child! Don't toss anymore and let your mom go a little more steady! “

Xia Jian didn't say a word, his eyes were closed, his brain was spinning rapidly, he combined the description on the meridian diagram with the medical skills taught by the purple cloth Taoist, his eyes suddenly opened suddenly, and the last silver needle was quickly pierced on the side of Sun Yuejuan's nose, and as soon as his two fingers twisted, he heard Sun Yuejuan's long sound.