What are you going to do tomorrow?

It's probably the question that Li Sanyi has to seek every day.

"Cry and mourn!"

“？”

Li Sanyi had a question mark on his face, if it weren't for the wrong occasion, he would even want to tattoo his head, so he would have tattooed a question mark.

"What did you say?"

Feng Yin looked at Li Sanyi and commented very pertinently: "It's your expression now... Perfect for mourning. ”

Li Sanyi didn't understand, but he couldn't believe it.

"What are you doing with this expression, we have all carried the corpses, are we still crying?"

"Let your heart open and learn to accept."

After Feng Yin casually recited a few words, he told a few people to dress modestly tomorrow and leave quickly after cleaning up.

After Li Sanyi passively accepted this powerless fact, he began to turn passive into active, and inquired on the Internet: What do we need to pay attention to when crying and mourning?

"Oh....Lin Yu, don't put on makeup tomorrow."

"Zhang Boer... Don't wear slippers tomorrow. ”

The three of them discussed what to wear tomorrow, carried the garbage, and left.

Allah, who was on the phone on the other side, also went to find Fengyin with the phone in his mouth.

Feng Yin is accustomed to wiping the phone with a tissue, hands-free.

"Are you okay?"

Cheng Yanqiu, who was on the other side of the phone, was silent for a moment.

"It's okay to hang up."

"Toot toot..."

The phone really hung up.

Cheng Yanqiu took out the mirror suspiciously, looked at the good-looking face inside and muttered: "Am I so unattractive? Why don't you like to talk to me? ”

"What the hell is missing?"

Cheng Yanqiu, who was a little troublesome, didn't suspect it for a long time, and was called away by the director.

In the early morning of the next day, the four of them and one dog set off.

Zhang Boer was driving, trembling, and the whole person couldn't wait to lie on the steering wheel, vigilant like an ant on a hot pot.

"Boss Feng, isn't it unlucky to cry and mourn at night."

"How come, we are sending blessings to the past, and when you die, the king of Hades will look at you twice."

Zhang Boer glanced at Feng Yin speechlessly, and then looked at Li Sanyi next to him.

"Brother Li, do you think I'm so much like a fool!"

"Yes!"

Firmly with a word, let the boat of friendship turn over.

The car continued to drive and finally arrived at the designated place.

The four of them were dressed in either black or white, and they got out of the car one by one.

"Wind Groan, which one are you crying about?"

"Hehe, I want to know too!"

Where the four people were, there were four mourning halls in front of them, which were similarly decorated with money paper and gloomy fake candlelight, full of gloom.

"Let's start the live stream first."

Feng Yin asked Li Sanyi to open the live broadcast room, and she herself called the person who contacted the work.

"Okay, I'll look for it."

Feng Yin hung up the phone, and found the name he was looking for from the couplets outside the four mourning halls: Fu Dana.

"That's it, I'll go in, you guys can be improvised outside, and watch my dog master."

Dressed in black, he first took out a white reel from his pocket, squeezed something out of a small bottle on it, and went in.

"Boss Wind did it... Where did the onion smell come from..."

Zhang Boer asked and answered himself, and in the gloomy live broadcast room in the early morning, several onlookers also understood.

The wind moaned with onions to tears.

At this time, Feng Yin, who had entered the mourning hall, knelt down with a pop of his knees, opened his mouth, and was ready to start.

"Stop—all stop—"

A person suddenly broke in outside the mourning hall, and the mourning team kneeling in the middle, half of his tears were hanging, and he stopped in place without understanding.

"What are you crying about, my old man is happy and mourning, don't cry!"

"Fu Changgui, it's not your turn to speak here."

(End of chapter)