And for the woman's behavior, the people in the deserted village were not surprised, thinking that it was justified and not worth making a fuss about. Since the woman was borrowed from the corpse and said that Shaoqiu was her future husband, then the providence is like this, why did Shaoqiu refuse deeply?

As for this woman's speech, as a person who reads, he has always opposed the theory of ghosts and evil spirits, and this is certainly not an exception, and when he sees that this person wants to enter his house for no reason, his neck is furious at this time, and if it is not for the persuasion of the people of the deserted village, he will want to be polite to her. However, the woman only smiled at Shaoqiuzhi's lack of cooperation, and was confident that there were countless ways to deal with it.

The people of the deserted village have always obeyed this woman's words, and they never dared to have any doubts, otherwise who could afford to condemn the gods? At this time, seeing that Shaoqiu did not enter the same room with him, it may be that he dislikes the filth and uncleanness of this woman, and even disgusted with the extremely dirty smell that spreads from his body, which is not wrong, but people can't and dare not doubt the woman's words, Shaoqiu insists on doing it, so the only way is to get out of the deserted village. Otherwise, there are horrific things to hear, not to mention bad morals, and people will still have no grip on their spirits, and they will be at a loss, just like a person who falls into the water in the torrent of waves, once they can't catch something that can live in, the consequences are self-evident.

Just as Shaoqiu was about to flee, a few big men in the deserted village came up to him and threatened him with knives, if he didn't obey and didn't enter the house, then he would talk with a big knife. In this regard, as a scholar, Shaoqiu had no choice, so he could only follow people's advice and follow the woman into the house.

However, as soon as he entered his own room, Shaoqiu didn't dare to stay for a moment, because he didn't pay attention to hygiene to the extreme, and he was in the same room with him, and he couldn't be humane with outsiders. However, thousands of people in the deserted village stood in front of the door of their houses, all with knives, and everyone was angry, and it seemed that it was impossible to get out.

The only way to do this was to stay in my room, and in the face of this woman's smile, it was so disgusting that I didn't dare to look at it for a while, and when I closed my eyes, I heard the woman's unprovoked crying. "What's wrong?" Many of the people of the deserted village rushed in, and when they saw the woman weeping, they asked angrily.

"He hates me." When the woman had said this, she covered her face with her hands, as if she would no longer dare to see anyone again. And hearing this, people blamed Shaoqiu one after another, and even did not hesitate to make a feud with him, roaring and pounced, at this time, if you don't kill this foolish person, when will you wait?

In this regard, Shaoqiu has no choice but to let people punch and kick him, otherwise, with his own hands without the power to restrain the chicken, but to deal with the turbulent momentum, this is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg! When the woman saw Shaoqiu being beaten, she no longer had any resentment towards him at this time, and even pitied him to some extent, after all, this was the man she liked, and she was quite distressed to see him being beaten by people, and this was what Shaoqiu was worried about.

After being beaten, the woman felt that Shaoqiu didn't know how to lift, how many people wanted to slap themselves and still refused, who dared to be so ignorant! At that time, I also looked down on it, so I felt disgusted and disgusted, and it was not a matter to stay here again, because it was difficult to be strong as a woman. After a smack, cursing Shaoqiu for not being able to die, he slammed the door shut, and left like a gust of wind, as if he could no longer find it.

The woman's departure is really a great gift for Shaoqiu, it seems that God has eyes, so as not to make himself too degraded, otherwise the road of life in the future will be difficult and abnormal. Fortunately, God had mercy on her, and she was far away, and she stayed in an empty room for a while, but it was quiet and comfortable.

Suddenly, at this time, the sound of gongs sounded on the road outside, this sound was quite miserable to hear in the night, and the people who heard the sound all wept silently in their hearts. Even if it is a young autumn, it is no exception.

The night is still thick, and it will not be long before dawn, and Hua Bo's father will also be buried in the earth. At this time, the person who played the gong was nothing more than to remind him of the extremely miserable gong sound for thousands of years, and it was time to go out of his house and see off the old man.

Hearing the sound of this gong, Shaoqiu couldn't help but be moved, stunned in the night, and felt awe-inspiring at this time, and felt that sending this old man away was also a very serious matter, and he must not be the slightest sloppy, let alone dare to be disrespectful to his heart. In the sound of the gong, the long river went eastward, like a whimper, even as if reluctant to this old man, at this time thinking about the old man's life, for a while the world is still changing color, and the sky is raining for no reason, like crying.

Shaoqiu didn't dare not help anymore, and according to the rules of the deserted village, as a relative, he couldn't carry this funeral, otherwise, only God knows what the consequences would be. Anyway, people think so, as a person from a deserted village, can Shaoqiu not abide by the rules that have not changed for thousands of years, naturally no.

However, it seems a bit reluctant to say that Shaoqiu is the relative of this little flower, and he has no name with him, and the relationship between them cannot be calculated. If you don't go to mourn, it doesn't seem to be able to say it for a while, let people know that they think that Shaoqiu is purely self-inflicted, and this relationship that can't be played by eight poles, but they want to be relatives, say it, what kind of system?

However, she is really going to the funeral, which makes Xiaohua want to be good, doesn't this move completely make her dead to herself, and all her previous efforts are all in vain. Is Shaoqiu willing to do this?

Reluctant, but also helpless, at this time had to drag heavy steps, step by step to Xiaohua's house, originally wanted to send off the old man, but it is not convenient to carry the old man, otherwise, if Xiaohua dies to herself, how can you bear it? And without Xiaohua, what is the meaning of one's own existence?

When he walked to Hua Bo's house, Hua Bo was handing out cigarettes to people, and he was supposed to give some cigarettes to Shaoqiu, but for some reason, after looking at Shaoqiu, he stopped smoking. Such a move made Shaoqiu quite embarrassed, isn't it too much to look down on people, but after thinking about it, could it be that Hua Bozhi has his own deep meaning in acting like this?

Seeing that Hua Bo did not smoke Shaoqiu, this can be regarded as admitting the matter between Shaoqiu and himself, Xiaohua had a smile on her face for a while, but after thinking about her grandfather's unfortunate death, tears fell like rain. Seeing Xiaohua like this, Shaoqiu ran away, and he must not go to mourn, otherwise, wouldn't it be tantamount to committing suicide with his love?

didn't escape far, Shaoqiu was caught by people, this is a public matter, how can you hide and be idle? There was no way, Shaoqiu had to follow the people to see off this little flower's grandfather.

On the day of the funeral, there was a light rain in the sky, and the road was even more slippery, if people accidentally stepped on it, if they were not a strong person, they would not know how many times they would fall. The sound of the gong, which seemed to have come from a thousand years ago, was terrifying to hear, and nothing was so solemn at this time. And the mourner didn't speak, only Xiaohua cried softly, and the light rain in the sky flew with the wind, a lot of paper money was scattered, and the most unfortunate life was no better than this time.