Chapter 783

"Alas, Hoo......"

The Taoist patted his forehead,

Just sat down on the ground,

I've been going south to Peking University for half a life, and I don't know how many people I've dealt with. The veteran's experience is extremely rich.

I didn't expect this before, but now I'm reminded by my boss, and I suddenly feel it.

No crying, no too much pain, some, just deep helplessness.

In this world, there is always no shortage of heroes who are pushed to the table. Everyone wants to be bright, beautiful and worshipped;

However,

It's not easy,

Or these hidden heroes,

There is no spur of interest, nor publicity of fame;

"People die and birds fly into the sky", "twenty years later, he will still be a hero". Maybe the so-called hero will go down to work hard after roaring these two voices, and at least he can hypnotize himself with "vigour".

It's not like now,

It's not like in front of you.

"Poor boy, only in his twenties."

The old Taoist sighed softly.

Zhou Ze continued to stand, instead of getting on the bus and leaving as he thought before.

The two rows of drug police stood in front of the mourning hall for a long time, no one cried, and everyone was silent.

Zhou Ze remembers that when he went to Yunnan for a surgical training, he once heard such a thing from an old doctor in a local city.

A local anti drug policeman, in the process of pretending to be a buyer to contact drug dealers, happened to meet his mother-in-law with his daughter on the street, and her daughter shouted "Dad".

then,

Three days later,

The whole family was buried in the flames of the gas explosion.

The old doctor said that he participated in the treatment, but failed to save one, which was one of the biggest pains in his life.

Endure the cold eyes and neglect of relatives and neighbors,

The glory and martyr honor that must be hidden,

He is dead, but the living still have to bite their teeth and continue to suffer from this loneliness and incomprehension.

Zhou Ze silently bent down,

He remembered that just now, he asked a woman how her husband died?

She said that her husband, a driver, died in a car accident.

Zhou Ze now understands her hesitation when answering this question,

This feeling,

It's like a child who gets full marks in the exam but can't tell his parents to get praise,

You have to deliberately say that you didn't do well in the exam so that you have to accept criticism.

At this time, the old woman became much more lovely and great.

She would rather continue to endure this life alone, but she hopes to give her daughter-in-law a relief,

even to the extent that,

Even she went to the county to accuse her uncle of corruption,

It has also become understandable,

A mother who can teach such a great son must also be great.

"Stop!"

The two rows bowed to the old woman and the woman together,

The old woman took her daughter-in-law and granddaughter to kneel on the futon and salute,

The old woman burst into tears,

The woman sobbed,

The granddaughter seemed a little confused, and seemed unable to understand why this group of people came to her home.

probably,

This family,

Only at this time,

In this unknown night,

In order to really enjoy the glory that should belong to them.

They came and went in a hurry. Everyone got on the van and drove away quickly.

Come quietly, but also walk quietly,

Be careful again,

Leave no trace.

Three women,

Hold together,

Crying,

The youngest girl saw her mother and grandmother crying and cried together.

But their cries were also somewhat suppressed at this time. Tears and snot kept dripping, but there was no such wailing sound.

"Boss, you go back and have a rest first. I'll stay and help them manage."

The Taoist priest grabbed his hair and calmly continued:

"Funerals are more lively than funerals. They are for living people to see and comfort. It's hard to feel when they look so lonely."

Zhou Ze stretched himself,

Avenue:

"What's it like for you to stay alone? Suddenly, a warm-hearted old man comes out, and new gossip is coming out."

"Boss, this..."

Zhou Ze shook his head,

"I'll stay, too, as if it was the money of my rich wild man for the funeral;

Anyway, the old woman has put on her hat for me during the day,

Then wear it for a while. "

…………

At noon the next day,

Three white matter bands entered the arena,

In front of the mourning hall,

The monk is on the left, the Taoist is on the right,

Beat gongs and drums, chant scriptures, wooden fish,

It's noisy and hot.

People were all invited by the old man, and the price was also what he talked about and paid. He was busy from morning to noon, rearranged the venue, arranged personnel, and directed and adjusted everything in an orderly manner.

Lao Dao's talent in this area is really admirable. It seems that he was born for nothing.

The old woman and her daughter-in-law knelt on the futon in sackcloth. There was no need to worry about the rest.

Zhou Ze sat at the altar in front of the mourning hall, in front of which was a red background human relations booklet.

Although no one came to help yesterday, many relatives showed up on the day of the official funeral today, and no one really needed the gift money.

It's not a good relationship, but the Chinese people pay attention to reciprocity, which is a real rule. If you deliberately cut off the favor money because of this excuse, you will be stabbed at the backbone.

Zhou Ze took a pen and wrote down name by name, this hundreds, that hundreds, how much paper this also gave, and how many incense candles that were attached, all of which should be recorded clearly.

Fortunately, they are not very busy, and everyone is very indifferent. Zhou Ze even saw many people pointing at him. Boss Zhou doesn't care anyway.

Every once in a while, Zhou Ze went to get some chocolates or boiled water to make some brown sugar water and sent it to the woman to drink, watched the woman drink it, and then sat back to his seat.

The funeral was very popular and lively.

When it's almost noon,

Her uncle also came,

The village head was dismissed, fined, and squatted for a period of time, but at this time, it still seems that it still has the dignity of "earth emperor".

In fact, in many rural areas nowadays, the difference between village heads and village tyrants is really small.

However, he didn't have any other opinions about Zhou Ze, a stranger sitting here. The human favor money he gave was also the highest here. Others were hundreds of small ones, and he gave 20000.

When Zhou Ze registered, he was a little surprised, thinking whether he should report the old man tomorrow?

It seems that it hasn't been shaken off last time?

"It's not easy for them to be orphaned and widowed. I don't know who you are, but since you are willing to help, I accept your kindness, and I thank you."

The old man's waist was a little bent, and his eyes were still angry when he glanced at the old woman kneeling there, but at least in some things, one yard to one yard.

The old man came, gave the money, and left again. The rest of his relatives stayed. Then there was the lunch and water table.

After the water mat,

Continue the process,

Under the arrangement of the Taoist priest,

Monks and Taoists took turns on the stage,

After you sing, I'll take the stage,

Don't say,

It's really not noisy at all,

On the contrary, it seems very serious and solemn.

Those who should be registered have also been registered. Zhou Ze added his own name to the human relations book, and the human relations written on it is:

Two stacks of dead money.

I took time to stand in front of the mourning hall, over there by the iron pot for burning paper,

He threw the ghost money in himself,

Watching them burn clean here,

Then he sat back in the mourning hall,

I felt in my pocket, and the cigarette was gone. I conveniently took a packet of cigarettes from the table, opened it, and took out one to light it.

These cigarettes are all for those who have given favors, one bag for each person, which is also a small local rule. Those who do not smoke will also take them home to those who smoke at home.

As a man of two generations, this is the first time that Zhou Ze has seriously attended the authentic and simple baishier funeral.

In his last life, he was an orphan, and there was no need to go to the funeral. When his colleague in the hospital died, he just went to the mourning hall to show his face, which was similar to ordering.

Now?

I sat here and watched the white activities for most of the day,

It's actually quite interesting.

Maybe, when I was young and frivolous, I always felt that this was feudal, stupid, and unreasonable.

When an old man died in his middle age, he suddenly found that with these rules and things, he could at least know what to do next and make himself move in those confused days.

When you get older or mature,

Sitting here,

Looking at the flying scraps of paper,

Listening to the noisy suona and the white clothes,

You suddenly realize,

This seems to be the same color of the loess land under our feet for thousands of years.

The funeral home sent the largest and most luxurious hearse, followed by more than a dozen cars, all wearing white flowers.

The woman held the portrait of her late husband, with her mother-in-law on the side and her daughter in front of her, and got on the car with a group of funeral relatives and monks and Taoists arranged by the old Taoist priest to go to the crematorium.

The mourning hall behind Zhou Ze was finally empty.

The noise in front of me,

Also finally fell into a short pause.

Zhou Ze turned his head and looked to his side. Because his identity could not be disclosed, no one or unit came to send wreaths.

There are only two wreaths here,

One is in the name of the bookstore, and the other is in the name of the drugstore next to the bookstore.

Placed in the corner, it is a little embellishment.

If the identity can be made public, it should be filled with wreaths from all walks of life.

Zhou Ze cocked his legs,

Sitting on a bench,

"Pa!"

The lighter lit another cigarette,

Took a sip,

Slowly spit out a smoke ring.

Do not know why?

today,

His heart was extraordinarily calm.

During the period of returning from Sichuan, there were a lot of things and chaos. There was an accident here and there just after dealing with it, which made Zhou Ze very tired.

But on this noisy day,

The previous impetuousness seemed to be cleared away at once, and the whole person seemed to have been washed away in the rain, very clean.

Hands with cigarettes,

To the side of the body,

A young man took a cigarette from Zhou Ze,

Also took a sip.

Zhou Ze looked ahead,

Calmly said:

"Don't get me wrong."

The other party spits out a smoke ring,

"Please."

Zhou Ze smiled,

Avenue:

"You're welcome."