Chapter 1011: 1 night before funeral

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In the early morning, the elders in the Wang family compound and the people who came to the funeral had already returned to their rooms intermittently, preparing to participate in the funeral tomorrow morning.
In Wang Tiannan's courtyard, several brothers of the same ancestors' rank were unlucky, because the former had no children, so they could only do the job of burning paper for them. This group of people was idle and bored, sitting on the round table near the root of the wall, and chatting.
"Who said Zhang Qing was the one who died?" a chubby fat man asked without any question.
"Does this need to be said? It must be three rooms!"
"Yes, I heard from Ergu that Sanfang did it." A young man with a strong figure whispered, "Leizi over Baoshan, not only informed us here, but also called Sanfang. They were close, and the person they intercepted first left after finishing."
"definitely."
Everyone agreed with each other and ate a dry pot, chatting on this topic. Halfway around, the fat man, who was not too cold, shrugged his shoulders and yelled back, "Tian Ming'er, you give me another military coat, my mother is trembling."
On the steps not far away, a thin boy was turning his head to stare out of the dark courtyard.
"Tianming, what the are you doing, how about enjoying the moon?" The fat man shouted again: "Help me get a military coat."
Tianming recovered and pulled out a military coat from the box. He walked to the front of the crowd and threw it to the fat man: "Give it, it's really annoying. It's too cold to wear two."
The fat man took the military coat over himself, turned his head and glanced at Tianming again, and saw him looking up to continue to look outside the courtyard, and immediately asked inexplicably: "Are you really enjoying the moon? Heilonglongdong, what do you think?"
Tianming turned around, frowning and scolding: "How the do I always feel that someone is staring at us?"
Everyone froze.
"What is staring?" The fat man didn't understand too much.
"I just feel like someone is staring at me, outside the courtyard." Tian Ming rubbed his arm: "Give me a whizzing breeze."
When everyone heard this, they unconsciously glanced at the portrait of Tiannan in the living room, as well as the coffin under the rain shed.
"Don't your on your dog day." The fat man was a little timid: "We and Tiannan are good brothers... he can't stare at us when he comes back."
"Come on, don't you say yes?" A guy on the opposite side scolded speechlessly: "What kind of environment do you come back from, or not, groove!"
"Say something else, say something else." The fat man waved his hand.
Tianming sat down slowly and said another sentence: "I really feel like someone is looking in the courtyard."
"You endless?" The fat man glared and scolded: "You beep again, you are watching here!"
"OK, OK, don't say it." Tianming also waved his hand: "Talk about something else."
In this way, everyone immediately began to talk about other topics. After a little chat, they forgot about this matter, and only the more sensitive dawn looked at the foreigners from time to time.
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No words at night.
At six o'clock in the morning on the second day, there were more people in and out of the courtyard, and even the Beyond Garden, which covers an area of ​​more than 10,000 square meters, looked more crowded.
The funeral of the Wang family is not trivial in the Longcheng area. Almost all of the people in charge of life in the villages who have relatives with the Wang family, who want to walk around with the Wang family, and have a familiar face, come over, and there are thousands of people inside and out.
This group of people followed the members, chatted with each other, and the people of the Wang family were preparing to lift the coffin in the courtyard to listen to the greetings of several Mr. Yin and Yang, so the scene was a bit chaotic.
The patriarch is old and wakes up very early, or it is not always necessary for him to fall asleep last night. After all, it was the pro-grandson who died, and his heart was flesh.
But he woke up and woke up, but he didn't want to get up on the bed. He probably didn't want to see Wang Tiannan's funeral scene. He put a quilt on the bed and looked out the window.
The person in charge of the hospital came over, stooped down and stood by the bed and said, "Senior man, the coffin lid is open, and everyone in the family has passed by, don't you take a last look?"
"It's all gone, see what." The patriarch turned his back to the person in charge, and waved his hand gently: "Let them hurry, let the courtyard stop and stop, listening upset."
"Ugh!"
With a sigh, Guan Shier came to the bed and lifted off the patriarch's quilt. He gently persuaded, "Don't go, don't lie down, get up and move, eat something."
The one who dares to lift the quilt of the patriarch in this courtyard may be the only one. He has been with the patriarch for decades, and although he is doing the work of waiting for people, the two are inseparable from each other, and naturally the relationship is needless to say.
"Alas, my mother squinted for a while last night and had a dream." The patriarch slowly sat up and looked out the window and said, "I dreamed that someone was squatting in the east and staring at me, and I kept walking there. I just couldn’t find him, didn’t see him, and woke up in a trance, as if I didn’t fall asleep, making me uncomfortable.

The man in charge was shocked and reached out to help the patriarch take the shoes and said, "You just want a child."
"Ugh!"
The patriarch looked at the window and sighed for a moment, as if he was a few decades old: "Tiannan this cub wants to be with me every day, he will not be talented, and he will not have an accident. His mom, used to get used to killing the child. It’s... I also complained to me that I wouldn’t let him marry Xiaoli."
"You rarely say regrets."
"Old chanting!" The patriarch lowered his head for a long time before turning around and getting off his bed with shoes.
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In the courtyard of Wang Tiannan.
Mr. Yin Yang shouted: "Let's take a look, one last glance, but don't lie down, the tears can't fall on your body..."
Xiaoqin rushed to the open coffin, looked at the body of Wang Tiannan inside, wowed and cried out, "Oh...you have gone like this, you let mom do it!"
All of a sudden, the crying in the hospital was continuous, no matter if it came from the heart, or it was deliberately catered to, in any case, the noise was up.
Wang Zonghan stood on the steps and didn't walk over to see his son. His eyes were red and he kept tearing at everyone. UU is reading www.uukanshu.com, and this is also a lot of children of the age of the word. For the first time, they saw their cold-faced uncle tears.
After crying continued for more than 20 minutes, Mr. Yinyang came over and shouted: "Coffin, nail down, little nephew shouting..."
...
In the center of the courtyard, the patriarch walked out of the main building and walked, but insisted not to go to the front yard to see Wang Tiannan's last glance, and he didn't even look up in that direction. He just walked and stopped in the courtyard as usual.
At the same time, downtown.
Old Li took the phone and asked Qin Yu, "Are your people here?"
"Uncle, what the are you doing, you have to explain it to me?" Qin Yu asked puzzlingly.
"I'll ask you, did you arrive?"
"It's here, it's here!" Qin Yu frowned and replied.
"Okay, please wait for my call." Lao Li hung up the phone directly.