After the hall master of the Death Hall left, Yuxi drank tea calmly, and looked at the antique living room with black and white eyes, its decoration was solemn and solemn, and it was difficult to associate it with the absurd atmosphere of the farce of suona carrying the coffin a few months ago.

Yuxi has a longing for the Afterlife Hall, and the status of the Afterlife Hall in the white affairs organization claims to be the second, and no one dares to call it the first.

Since she was a child, Yuxi has received traditional training, and ordinary people avoid the obscure funeral utensils, Yuxi takes it and uses it, and is accustomed to it.

Therefore, she could not explain that Hu Tao was going to be a funeral joke.

Right now, what kind of idol is an institution that should be mysterious and solemn wants to promote? The big joke of the world, the previous generation of hall masters knew underground, will they crawl out of the grave?

Yuxi made up her mind to resolutely resist this kind of behavior.

At this time, Yuxi saw Hu Tao coming, and brought a teenager with him.

The two looked at each other.

As the saying goes, knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent will win all battles, before Yuxi visited the Hall of the Dead, he investigated in advance and knew that there was a young man with a "quite tall" appearance, and the suona carrying the coffin was planned by him!

Enemy!

Yuxi is murderous.

Lin Zhixin said.

What a fierce look.

Hu Tao and Lin Ye sat down, and Lin Ye sat opposite Yuxi.

"Introduction, this is the person in charge of the project, Lin Ye." Hu Tao said to Yuxi.

Yuxi nodded.

It's very cold.

She disdained to be in the company of such desecration of death.

And then.

"Bang!"

Lin Ye slapped the table angrily.

The table shook.

Yuxi was stunned for a moment.

"Miss Yuxi, right, I heard that you are here to smash the field?" Lin Ye's face was cruel, and there was a sense of anger and ruthlessness between his eyebrows and eyes.

Hu Tao glanced at the woods.

Into the play so quickly?

But this white face plays a low-level role, just like dead cannon fodder in the script.

Lin Ye is fierce, his sense of oppression is naturally full, Yuxi's "heart trembles", at this time, in her eyes, this obedient young man is the first of the most troubled things to be solved on this trip.

Although Yuxi was frightened, her face remained unchanged, one hand clenched the handrail, and just as she wanted to speak, she heard Hu Tao blame Lin Ye.

"Whoever comes is a guest! What nonsense are you talking about! ”

Lin Ye apologized and said to Hu Tao.

"It's the wrong way I speak, but Miss Yuxi is indiscriminate, and she comes to accuse us of being inconsiderate in the Afterlife Hall, is it possible, she wants to teach us to do things?"

"I never meant to accuse your cousin, I just wanted to ask for an answer." Yuxi said calmly, "I am also a ferryman, responsible for white affairs, people go to grief, live this life, death is their last dignity." ”

"Death has deprived us of a lot, and we should be in awe, so why send us away in an absurd and ridiculous way? This is a blasphemy against death and the dead. ”

"It's hard for me to agree with the practice of the Afterlife Hall."

After listening carefully, Lin Ye wanted to show a "funny" expression to mock, but this expression was too difficult, and turned into a sneer.

"The blasphemy you speak of, in my opinion, is quite the opposite, and this is the reverence of death."

"When people die, not only can I not cry, but I also have to laugh and even dance in front of the grave."

"Nonsense!" Yuxi couldn't help but be angry.

"Eh, calm down." Hu Tao was a peacemaker.

"Lin Ye, you said a little too much. Miss Yuxi is not wrong, death is a terrible thing, everyone is afraid of death, our duty is indeed to reflect the solemnity of death. ”

When Yuxi heard this, her face softened slightly, she looked at Hu Tao, and then at Lin Ye, thinking about something.

"Then I'll tell you a story." Lin Ye said.

Yuxi didn't speak, just nodded.

Lin Ye calmly told a story about death.

Once upon a time there was a husband and wife who had worked hard and died, and a friend of the husband's friend came to mourn.

Yuxi nodded.

"That's as it should be."

At this time, Lin Ye said again.

"That friend, however, saw her husband using a wooden stick, knocking on a clay pot, singing rhythmically, and there was no sadness at all."

Yuxi frowned.

Has this husband's conscience been eaten by dogs?

Lin Ye continued.

"My friend accused him, saying that your wife has worked hard for you all her life, and she died, so it's just that you don't feel sad or cry, and you still sing, isn't it too much?!"

"yes, it's too much......"

Lin Ye changed his words and said a long paragraph impassionedly.

"It's the beginning and the end, how can I be the only one! …… It is the same as the four seasons of spring, autumn, winter and summer...... And I cried as I pleased, thinking that I didn't understand my fate, so I stopped. ”

Hu Tao and Yuxi were stunned.

Hu Tao and Yuxi savored the words.

The translation of that passage means that sooner or later people will die, and they will return to heaven and earth, as normal as the four seasons. In the face of death, we should accept it calmly, taking it for granted, a part of life is not worthy of specialization.

Zhuangzi sings with a drum, which has something in common with Hu Tao's view of life and death.

Before coming in, Hu Tao discussed with Lin Ye how to survive the rain, and Lin Ye confidently said that there was no need to worry.

Hu Tao thought to herself, it seems...... Lin Ye has been with her for a long time, and he has been exposed to it.

Yuxi's face changed, and her eyes stared straight at Lin Ye.

"Who said that?!"

"Does it matter?" Lin Ye asked rhetorically.

"This is the concept of the Afterlife Hall, even if Hu Tao dies on the spot, I will drum and sing!"

Walnut:......

"You are a philosophy, not absolute." Yuxi tried to retort.

"Yes, this is a concept, a view of life and death." Lin Ye admitted calmly, "This is the exploration of death by human beings. Excuse me, is there a problem with this kind of cognition and exploration? ”

“…… That's why you dance at the funeral? Yuxi's expression was complicated.

The Taoist concept of life and death is not something that everyone can have, but it can't be said to be a mistake, plus Lin Ye quoted Zhuangzi's famous words, and for a while, he seemed full of courage, and Yuxi was faintly moved.

"Ahem." Lin Ye knew that Yuxi was referring to the time when Suona carried the coffin, and Lin Ye refused to join, completely forced by Hu Tao.

"Then this time you want to promote the so-called idol, do you want to build a professional team, and every time you go to the funeral, you will dance a song?" Yuxi continued to ask.

Lin Ye and Hu Tao looked at each other.

This kind of thing can't be done by Lin Ye.

will be killed.

Suona carrying the coffin, itself is evolved from the funeral ceremony, people can understand the upward force, and the idol live, is a bit disrespectful to the deceased, unless the deceased wishes, to be at their own funeral, the most hilarious performance, entertainment to death.

"That's not true." Hu Tao interjected appropriately.

"Idol, this is another consideration for our Death Hall. Do you want to stay and listen? Hu Tao asked kindly.

Although it is said to be Children's Day, I don't know why I subconsciously thought that Children's Day was June 6th? Maybe Children's Day has nothing to do with me for a long time.

Hu Tao's view of life and death feels a bit similar to Zhuangzi, borrowed from this chapter, and he is not good at writing didactic and rebuttal essays. Dead to the hall of idols, unintentionally planted willows into the shade, I didn't expect to write for so long.