There was no movement in the west room. Lin Meifang went over and saw that Chen Qirong was sitting cross-legged on the kang, holding a box of tea in one hand and looking left and right, then opened it and smelled it hard.

"Good tea, this is definitely an authentic Yinhao, and this Qingxi jade bud is also a top-notch product..."

Lin Meifang sat sideways on the edge of the kang: "What are you looking at!"

Chen Qirong said excitedly: "Wife, no matter how expensive these tobacco and alcohol are, they can buy them as long as they have money, but these teas are not something that they can buy with money. They have really invested a lot of money. I guess they have worked hard to get these teas."

Lin Meifang said, "How happy are you? This is for your son, not for you."

"Hey...hehe..." Chen Qirong said with a chuckle: "He doesn't like drinking tea, so of course he has to respect me."

"Oh!" Lin Meifang said with a smile: "You are an official too big or small. If you drink this tea, the nature will be different."

Chen Qirong snorted: "What's the difference? My son respects me, who dares to fart?"

Lin Meifang was too lazy to pay attention to this old guy: "Stop watching, change your clothes quickly, don't delay the serious business."

The relatives of the Wu family arrived one after another, and Wu Jiaying's two uncles also came. The whole afternoon, the crying in the courtyard never stopped. No matter who cried, Wu Jiaying cried, her eyes just got a little better, and she cried again, like a peach.

"If you die, you will die. I really don't know what to cry for." Zhang Yuan leaned against the outer windowsill, holding a handful of melon seeds in her hand and sucking them. She looked at her aunt and cousin crying with disdain.

Zhang Jing held a cigarette in his mouth: "Eat your melon seeds, whether they cry or not depends on your business."

"Bah!" Zhang Yuan spitted the melon seeds in her mouth on the ground: "I just can't stand their false feelings and are not sad at all, but she just cried there, pretending to be fake, and it's disgusting."

"Don't look at it if you feel disgusted!" Zhang Jing was in a very bad mood, and this bad mood came from Chen Chuan. A little bastard in his eyes originally wanted to step on, but suddenly it became unattainable. The gap in his heart was too big. Half a day passed, but it still couldn't accept this fact.

"I'll see if you have anything to do, I can stay there." Zhang Yuan rolled her eyes and said dissatisfiedly.

Just after dinner in the evening, Chen Qirong and Lin Meifang came, followed by He Jiali, Lin Jiayi and other team members, including about twenty people, each holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

Especially He Jiali and Lin Jiayi were wearing black women's suits, with hair tied, and white flowers on their chests. They were full of aura, attracting everyone's attention.

Wu Jiaying hurriedly greeted Chen Qirong and Lin Meifang, and Wu Weiping also walked out of the house quickly, and Chen Qirong introduced it to both parties again.

Chen Chuan pointed to the spirit shed: "Put the flowers inside!"

He Jiali and the others put the flowers in the monastery, then bowed to pay their respects, and Wu Jiaying returned gifts one by one.

Xiaoling and Wu Jiaying's roommate standing aside stared at her big eyes and covered her mouth with her hands, looking shocked. He Jiali, assistant to the president of Chuanhe Industrial, actually came to pay tribute to Teacher Peng. This shocked them even more than those leaders who came to pay tribute to wreaths.

"Boss!" He Jiali shouted.

Chen Chuan asked, "Which step has you been going?"

He Jiali said: "I have been choosing a site these two days, and three of them have very good locations. It is only after research that we can determine where the car city is built."

Chen Chuan pondered for a moment and said, "Let's do this, I'll go and see it myself tomorrow."

"Okay!" He Jiali agreed, "You meet Lu Peiyuan the day after tomorrow. Do you need me to prepare anything?"

"No need!" Chen Chuan said: "Just do your own job well, don't pay attention to them."

He Jiali asked, "What time will the funeral take place tomorrow morning?"

Chen Chuan said, "It's past six o'clock."

He Jiali nodded, and Wu Weiping invited everyone to sit in the room. He Jiali politely refused, talked to Chen Chuan about the next work, and then left with her.

At around 7 o'clock in the evening, the school teachers, school leaders and county leaders all came. Of course, Qu Min and Liu Keming could not come, but they asked the secretary to come.

When Peng Yanru's leader came, the condolences became much more formal, laying wreaths, mourning, and condolences to the family, everything was followed by the process.

The courtyard changed from hustle and bustle to silence, the moon in the sky climbed to the top of his head, the whole world was in darkness, and only the dim lights in the monastery were on.

Chen Chuan sat alone in the spirit shed to guard the spirits. Looking at the teacher's photos, he was so young, so beautiful, and his smile was so warm, but there was no color, only black and white. There was also a small box placed on the table, so lonely and desolate.

As the night became darker and deeper, Huang Guoli and Lao Hu entered the mourning shed: "What are you thinking?"

Chen Chuan said: "We came to the world with the laughter of our relatives, and then left silently in the cry of our relatives and friends. So birthdays and funerals became inevitable rituals throughout our short life."

Lao Hu said: "I didn't think so much about the half-buried piece of soil. Why are you so sentimental at such a young age?"

Huang Guoli took out a cigarette and handed it to Chen Chuan and Lao Hu one by one: "In this life, no one knows which sun or accident will appear first, so don't think about anything, live every day happily, do whatever you want, so as to avoid leaving regrets in this short life."

The three of them were chatting, but before they knew it, it was two o'clock in the morning and Wu Jiaying also came out.

Chen Chuan said: "You didn't sleep last night, why didn't you take a good rest and come out again."

Wu Jiaying's voice was a little hoarse, she squatted down, picked up the paper money that was placed aside and lit it: "I can't sleep!"

"If you can't sleep, don't sleep!" Huang Guoli said: "It's the last night you can spend with your mother here in this life."

Wu Jiaying's tears fell again, and no one advised her to cry and let her vent.

A bright color appeared in the sky to the east, and everyone in the room was rising, and there was a noise in the quiet world. Dogs bark, chickens crowed, and footsteps came from afar, and villagers had already rushed over.

At half past four, a pot of tofu soup stewed by Sun Laosi was also ready, and the drum band arrived. Everyone ate it briefly. At five o'clock, the drum band rang.

As soon as the drum band rang, the neighbors knew that the time for the spirit was coming, and those who had not gotten up rushed, and after a simple wash, they ran over.

At half past five, Chen Qirong and Lin Meifang arrived first. More than ten minutes later, He Jiali and Lin Jiayi also came with team members, with Dai Jun and Liu Kang and other secretaries and drivers following closely. Immediately afterwards, the school’s teachers and leaders arrived one after another, and the small courtyard and the alley were all standing.

I have found a teacher to check the time and I can get buried between 7:00 and 9:00. I drive here to the cemetery for more than ten minutes, but I can’t drive fast, and I can’t drive fast. If I walk around, I will probably take an hour. I will start at 6:30, and I will arrive at around 7:30, and I will be buried at 8:00, and I will be buried at just 8:00.

Chen Chuan was about to reach Teacher Peng’s birth date and burial time. It was around 8 o’clock, which proved that the gentleman I was looking for was still a bit real.

Old man Yang was orderly arranged the matters before the spirit was released. The rules passed down by the older generation: the daughter cannot hold the urn. What should I do if I don’t have a son? I can only hold the nephew. But I must have a very close relationship, otherwise no one will be willing to hold it, because this is called carrying the main rope. If the fate is light, it will be crushed if I pick too many of the main ropes, which will reduce my life. After all, I still have my own parents. I have to take the main ropes by myself in a hundred years.

Fortunately, the three brothers Wu Weiping have a close relationship and good relationships, so Wu Jiaying's cousin came to carry the urn.

"Here you have a spirit!" With the shout of Lao Yang, the firecrackers leading the way crackled, followed by a sorrow and joy.

Funerals are never a ceremony with tears, and each one is like a grand farewell party. Relatives, friends, neighbors and neighbors spontaneously see off the deceased and follow the huge farewell team. Firecrackers exploded on the side of the road, and white smoke mixed with the smell of sulfur powder drifted in the air.

Innocent children always regard funerals as the most interesting entertainment program of the day. They don’t care who is gone, as if the white smoke wrapped in sulfuric acid smell and a group of people in white mourning clothes to say goodbye, the drum band’s trumpet, and the drums that beat loudly are their favorite lively scenes.

There were forty or fifty cars parked on the side of the road at the entrance of the alley, all with big white flowers on the front of the car. When they saw the farewell team leaving the alley, they started the car and followed slowly.

It was already dawn and there were many pedestrians on the road. Seeing this long seeing off team, they all stopped and watched, and there was a lot of discussion.

"Fuck, who is this? Such a big name."

"How many cars are there? There are forty or fifty cars, and there are only a few Mercedes-Benz and BMWs."

"I know, it seems that a teacher in the second high school passed away."

"A teacher passed away, and there is such a big show? Look at the BMX and BMWs in front, they are all Beijing brands."

An old man said enviously: "When I arrive this day, if I have such a glory, I will have no regrets of death."

Another old man said, "I can see it now, it's a pity that you'll die."

The old man glared at the other party: "Old guy, can you speak?"

The old man stubbornly said: "What I'm talking about is the truth."

The cemetery is in the southeast of the county town. Outside the county town, it is a low-high mountain. Lao Yang worked as a part-time ceremonial ceremonies. He recited a eulogy with affectionate affection. The drum band played the sorrow and music. The funeral ceremony began. The moment when the tomb was covered with a lid, it was no longer important for Peng Yanru to be good or bad. What was important was that she had forever disappeared from the lives of her relatives and friends. Another partner who was walking in this huge world left.

Many people start to think about it, start to sigh, and start to think of themselves. One day they will lie into that small box in the same sighs and sighs of others. The old feelings about life's shortness suddenly become sober and profound at this moment.

Chen Chuan lowered his head and smoked a cigarette. He looked up accidentally and saw Huang Guoli and Lao Hu wiping their tears. It was the first time they had shed tears in the past two days.
Chapter completed!