This cousin's family is very easy to recognize, at first glance it is a large family, the family house is a combination of Chinese and Western, and the newly built small western-style building is very magnificent.

In the materially developed modern age, she didn't live in such a good house, Jiang Qi sighed in her heart.

White lanterns and white cloths with the word 'Dien' written on them were already hung at the entrance of the house, and servants dressed in dark pigmented clothes were busy decorating.

Perhaps it's because of the dimness of the sky, and the ornate buildings inside look dark and gray.

As soon as I entered the door, I could feel the temperature drop a few degrees suddenly, the coolness brushed the back of my hand, the white paper lanterns and white cloth flowers swayed gently in the cold wind, and the clouds in mid-air became darker.

"Miss Jiang Qi, you and your friend's room is ready, it's on the second floor here, you rushed back from the provincial capital, it's a long journey, I'll let you go up and settle down later."

Steward Yu hasn't closed his eyes since last night, and his face shows a little tiredness.

"The young master is guarding the mourning hall, do you want to go first?"

Jiang Qi nodded, "Okay, it's hard work Uncle Yu." ”

You have to go to the host's house first to say hello, and then put incense on the elders, otherwise you can't talk about it.

The relatives and friends of the family in the town have not yet come, and there are few people in the mourning hall, and there will be more people in the meeting, so it is not so convenient to go to the mourning hall again.

The luggage was taken to the room by the maid first, Jiang Qi and Fang Yuan went to the mourning hall with a large white cloth hanging, this time there was no need to worry about the luggage being turned over like the previous copy, Fang Yuan looked at it in the carriage, only clothes.

Jiang Qi walked slowly, and Fang Yuan followed her step by step, watching the yellow paper money that had fallen on the ground and was trampled on by the wind, and a cold feeling climbed up to her back,

Before stepping into the threshold of the mourning hall, a framed portrait painting appeared in front of him.

The person in the painting is wearing a long coat with a good silk texture, his hair is half white, slightly fat, and he looks very ordinary.

But when I put it in the painting, coupled with the white cloth and white lanterns everywhere and the dim light, I thought that the person in the painting was lying upright on the wooden board of the mourning hall, wearing a shroud covered with a white cloth, and the creepy feeling immediately came to me.

After looking at it for a long time, I always feel that the people in the painting seem to be smiling at them, not the kind smile of the elders to the younger ones, but the kind of smile that is stiff and cold and pulls the corners of the mouth.

[Main quest - worship the deceased in the mourning hall.] 】

Jiang Qi was about to go over to the pillar incense and burn some paper money, and as soon as he took a step forward, he saw a young man walking out of it.

At the age of about nineteen or twenty, he wore a white filial piety robe, a circle of hemp rope tied around his waist, a pointed hat made of coarse linen white cloth on his head, his black hair curled in front of his forehead fell at will, and his long black eyelashes were slightly constricted, with the laziness of a teenager.

Dressed like this, you can't hide the appearance that is so delicate that it doesn't look like a real person, and the abruptness on your body,

How to put it, it makes people feel that he is completely incompatible with this place full of decay and death, and he is more like an outsider than the two of them.

But he just stood here wearing linen and filial piety, and he didn't seem to be awake.

“...... The mourning hall sleeps and is a great filial son. Fang Yuan's lips moved slightly.

It's too obvious, as if it wasn't his father who died, but an inconsequential person.

"This looks like a generation or two of the family, with the appearance of foreigners, Qingshi Town, we have never seen foreign faces along the way." Fang Yuan said in a voice that only two people could hear,

"And the old man in the painting, it doesn't look like he can give birth to this kind of son, I guess it's the player."

Players come in and sleep harder.

If he was in this kind of place, guarding the spirit of the cheap father in the dungeon, he would never dare to close his eyes.

Are you really afraid that when you open your eyes and see the dead man, you will stand next to you and look at yourself with a smile?

"Obviously." No one else tried to hide it.

Jiang Qi raised her legs and walked into the door, now it's okay, she can't even say a few words of mourning, she is not good at talking about scenes.

Fang Yuan paused, and was about to say something, when he saw Jiang Qi holding three sticks of incense and lighting them on the paper money burning in the charcoal basin, and gave incense to the deceased in an orderly manner.

Treating the deceased in the game copy, Jiang Qi would actually sincerely express his respect, and while he was surprised, he also hurriedly followed the burning paper to worship.

After it was over, Jiang Qi walked around to the back and stood beside the corpse covered with a white cloth.

"What are you going to do?" Fang Yuan was a little flustered.

"As a junior, I want to look at my elders again." Jiang Qi tilted his head and whispered, "Or do you want to come at night?" ”

Fang Yuan shook his head again and again, looking at the spirit banner that was blown up by the wind, smelling the smell of incense and candles, he felt shuddering in his heart, what should he do if he came to see the corpse at night, and hit the ghost?

Jiang Qi pinched the corner of the white cloth and slowly lifted it, and he could see that it was the cousin on the painting.

His face was blue, he had a copper coin in his mouth, and he was wearing a neat gown, revealing a cold and withered aura.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, no one can escape.

On this occasion, in addition to fear, outsiders can feel a few sighs and sighs, and only relatives will feel pain.

She stayed for four days at that time, her body was extremely tired to sleep, and when she closed her eyes, her mind was full of mournful melodies, and after a few years, she lay in bed at night, and occasionally remembered that time.

"Let's go." Jiang Qi carefully covered it with a white cloth.

The mourning hall was the first place to be arranged, and she didn't find anything unusual for the time being, and it was impossible for her to check out how this cousin died after just looking at it.

Looking at the face of the body, it was quite peaceful.

In the information that Steward Yu told them, the death of the cousin was also very reasonable and normal.

When Jiang Qi turned around and walked out, a man in filial piety clothes stepped forward and looked at her, his clean timbre was like the sound of organ music in a church, "Have we seen it before?" ”

He raised his eyes, his long black eyelashes moving slightly, a little sleepy, as if searching for memories in his head.

Fang Yuan listened to the little question marks in his mind, this buddy's accosting skills are too bad, he hasn't woken up yet, right, he is blind to this genetic lottery appearance.

Jiang Qi: "I should, haven't I seen it?" ”

She didn't think that the other party was deliberately looking for a topic, and there was no emotion in his eyes when he spoke.

It seems that she just looks familiar.

No, it's not even familiar, and the familiarity he feels has nothing to do with how she looks.

——

Jiang Qi and Fang Yuan came out of the mourning hall and came to the room under the guidance of the servant, and Steward Yu asked people to bring some simple food and Dai Xiao's white cloth.

"Things at home haven't been sorted out yet, and I haven't had time to prepare anything to eat, so you can make do with it first."

Jiang Qi: "You guys go and get busy, you don't have to take care of me, I'll change my clothes and help in a while." ”

"Okay, I've got everything in the room for you."

Seeing the maid leave, Fang Yuan spoke, "That player in the mourning hall is not a good stubble, and there are other people who haven't shown up. ”

"It's coming." Jiang Qi stirred the white porridge, and his voice was not shocked, "We didn't see anyone else when we came, either the housekeeper or the clansmen in the town, and we will definitely come to help later." ”