There are also a pair of thick white candles on the left and right ends of the hanging web.

Liner opened his eyes wide in shock and daze.

Until now, she finally understood what the host said, "Farewell Ceremony" means.

It turns out that I was reviewing the process after death in advance...

The professionals in the mourning hall had been waiting for a long time. When they saw the guests coming, they immediately rushed over and welcomed them in as guests of honor.

I have to say that this is the first time in my life that Lin Er feels at a loss.

After the crowd was full, the guard of honor began to play music, and the full-time staff also began to spread paper money. The emcee holding the microphone looked sad and recited professional lines in tears.

"The suona entered the venue, and the white cloth rose, and the audience burst into tears. The offerings were presented and the incense was lit. The last time I wanted to meet the deceased, I felt heartbroken and could only use crying to vent my ruthlessness."

Five people who are still in a daze: "..."

As the ceremonial sacrificial speech gradually sounded, professional mourning personnel began to play, and the suona and erhu drums of the guard of honor sounded together.

The crying and shouting in the mourning hall were suddenly mixed up.

Five people with messy faces: "..."

They suddenly felt like they were actually in a graveyard at midnight.

"Leave and leave us, why are you so cruel?" The host looked sad and heartbroken, as if the person lying in the empty coffin was indeed his close relatives. "If you don't leave your name in your life, you won't leave your voice without death. I hope you can step into the gate of heaven, be an immortal or a ghost, don't be a human being."

From shock, to messy, to confusion, to finally to five expressionless people: "..."

It’s not that they say that they do feel like half of their body is entering the loess now.

"As soon as the cannon sounds, the paper burns, the candles are placed on it; when the coffin is lifted, the soil is buried, and relatives and friends cry."

The emcee finally finished reading his last line, raised his sleeves and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, raised his hand and gestured to the guard of honor to raise the volume.

When the guard of honor received the instructions, he immediately puffed his cheeks and blew harder.

The celebrant took away his tears, put down his microphone, and walked towards the five lucky winners who had won the special prize. He pointed to the lacquered wood carved coffin placed in the middle of the mourning hall, and asked enthusiastically: "Do you want to lie in the coffin to try?"

Liner: “…”

Xie Yan: “…”

Wen Miao: "..."

Shen Jiayu: "..."

The four people refused unanimously: "No, thank you."

Only He Yin did not follow the ordinary path. He said "Ah?" and became excited: "Really?"

His eyes lit up slightly, and he eagerly confirmed again: "Can you really lie in and try it?"

Liner: “…”

Xie Yan: “…”

Wen Miao: "..."

Shen Jiayu: "..."

The four of them fell on He Yin at the same time.

Looking at the expressions of the four of them, they seemed to want to open He Yin's head and see what was inside him.

It must be all water.

Only the emcee nodded happily and said, "Yes!"

The celebrant took two steps at once, pushed open the coffin lid enthusiastically, and then waved his hand: "Come on, lie down!"

He Yin responded with the same enthusiasm: "Okay!"

Liner: “…”

Xie Yan: “…”

Wen Miao: "..."

Shen Jiayu: "..."

They can no longer speak.

OK, just lie down if you want, and he will be happy.

He Yin lay happily into the coffin, closed his eyes, his legs together, his hands closed, and placed them on his chest.

He lay peacefully.

Even before closing his eyes, he didn't forget to mutter: "I didn't know what I wanted when I first heard the suona, but I heard it again and I was already a man in the coffin."

The host of ceremonies remained undiminished. He continued to help He Yin close the lid of the coffin with great enthusiasm, and he also muttered in a divine manner: "I don't hear about the external affairs of the coffin, I just want to go to the underworld, and float all the way to the Hall of Hell, and never fall in love with human affairs from now on."

After reading this sentence, the host raised his hand to the guard of honor.

The guard of honor immediately became more excited.

The two rows of professional mourning personnel kneeling in front of the tablet had very good business skills. As soon as the suona sounded, they began to cry with great responsibility: "I am excited when I first came, and the whole play was over. When the suona was blown, the suona was a lifetime."

"..." Lin Er reached out and pinched his face in a daze, muttering to himself, "I haven't woken up today?"

Xie Yan pulled her hand down, looked down at the pinched red mark on her face, and said, "You woke up, it was a hippo that didn't wake up."

Wen Miao added: "Also, he plans to stay awake for a long time."

Shen Jiayu: "Does he want to sleep forever?"

No one can answer their questions.

The only person who could answer their questions was still experiencing the feeling of long sleep in the coffin.

In the end, it was He Yin who broke the strange atmosphere himself.

It was not because he had experienced enough, but because he felt that the suona from the guard of honor was not good, so he couldn't help but pull the coffin and climbed out of it, then picked up the suona from the hand of the suona master and started playing it on his own.

I have to say that professionals are just two brushes.

Although the suona is not He Yin's majoring in musical instruments, those who play bands can basically pick up any instruments at will, and there are no obvious shortcomings.

He Yin blew very vigorously and passionately, and finally everyone in the mourning hall gave him a thumbs up and said, "Okay, young man, you look professional."

Of course, this person definitely does not include Lin Er, Xie Yan, Wen Miao, and Shen Jiayu.

Wen Miao pointed at him and issued an ultimatum imperfectly: "Hippo, be more awake, before I beat you, hurry up and come down for me."

"Hippo classmate, please find out your position." Liner looked at him and tried his best to restrain his urge to lift his skull. "You are a band, not a burial, ok?"

A citizen named Xie from Jiangzhou who was watching the fun casually said "tsk": "There is a saying that art comes from inspiration, not a mourning hall."

Another citizen named Shen surnamed Jiangzhou was also watching the excitement: "Well, the flowers advocated by the literary and artistic circles are blooming, why did it become a funeral for hundreds of families to come to you?"

He Yin: "..."

Even with threats and complaints, after half a second, He Yin jumped out obediently.

Wen Miao turned his fingers and pointed to the door, looking cold: "Now, raise your foot and go."

Lin Er stood beside Wen Miao, looking at He Yin with his arms folded, his expression was exactly the same as Wen Miao, cold and calm: "I'll give you three seconds to disappear from here immediately."

“…”

He Yin rushed towards the door without thinking.
Chapter completed!