Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 26 Funeral
But he could see it too, he was too lazy to look at the world, so he packed his bags and went back to his hometown with his wife to serve his 88-year-old father.

The day before yesterday, my old father passed away. At such an old age, it is considered a joy and mourning in the countryside.

In addition, he is retired anyway, and he is not afraid of any influence, so Director Zhu wanted to make a big fuss. Yesterday he went to the radio station to ask Hu Tianlai to host the funeral, but Hu Tianlai would not talk to him who has lost his power.

Unexpectedly, it was only one night, and Hu Tianlai drove here himself!This made Director Zhu a little excited!

"Oh, Director Hu, I...I'm really touched, thank you, thank you!"

After thanking him several times, Hu Tianlai smiled and waved at this time, introducing others to him.

"Director Zhu, this is Xiao Zhang. You know him. Behind the car are Ling Yun and Chen Tong, the pillars of our stage who have become popular recently. Oh...they were on the night shift last night. After hearing about your family, they even felt I didn't sleep, I had to help preside over the funeral..."

At this moment, Ling Yun and Fatty had also been woken up by Xiao Zhang, they opened their eyes and sat up in a daze, and were forced to shake hands by Chief Zhu.

"Oh, thank you two for helping to preside over my father's funeral, thank you..."

"Funeral... funeral?"

Ling Yun pulled out his hand with difficulty, shook his head and tried to stay awake, and took a closer look at Director Zhu in front of him, only to see that he was wearing a filial piety uniform and a filial piety hat, and said in his heart that something happened!The one who was approved by Ma was cheated by Hu Tianlai again.

When he came in the morning, Hu Tianlai specially reminded him that today was a happy event, and asked him to wear a bright red coat, but he didn't expect that there would be a funeral after the happy event, and if he wanted to wear this dress, his relatives would definitely beat him to death on the spot.

You have to take it off, the shirt inside him is also pink...

A group of people walked home with Director Zhu, Xiao Zhang touched Hu Tianlai lightly, and whispered triumphantly in his ear.

"The two of them came to the funeral wearing red suits. If they stay there, they will definitely be beaten. These things are very taboo in the village here. Director Hu, you must not approach them for a while, so as not to be accidentally injured."

"Hey, don't worry, let's hide behind and watch the fun..."

The two were whispering to each other, and they had already arrived in front of the coffin shed at the gate of Director Zhu's house. Relatives and friends came forward and distributed filial piety hats to everyone, and the next step was to burn incense and kowtow.

[Most places in the north do not wear white corsages, but wear filial piety hats. Some families bring them with their relatives and friends, and some are temporarily distributed by the host.The difference between filial sons and virtuous grandchildren and relatives and friends lies in filial clothing and filial shoes. 】

Hu Tianlai took the filial hat and was about to pass it to Ling Yun and Fatty behind him, but he turned around and looked dumbfounded.

"You... where did you find the black clothes?"

He saw the red coats worn by these two guys just now, why did they change into black coats again?
Ling Yun solemnly put on his filial piety hat, coughed and explained.

"Director Hu, we are poor dicks, so the jacket we bought is reversible, cheap and dirt-resistant. If you are interested, I will bring you one next time we meet?"

"Uh...no...no need."

Hu Tianlai is going crazy right now...

Everyone burned incense and kowtowed, and then was led by Director Zhu to rest in the back room, and arrange funeral related matters by the way.

Compared with a wedding, a funeral is much simpler. It is nothing more than the master of ceremonies declaring the scriptures according to the guest list handed over by the host.

Seeing that Ling Yun and Fatty had adjusted their condition, Hu Tianlai and Xiao Zhang were in mourning.

What bothered them the most was that after the funeral at night, Ling Yun even took the microphone and pretended to be a jerk.

"Dear relatives, friends, and guests, today I saw Director Zhu's grief over his father's death beyond words. I felt sad and wept when I saw him. So... I would like to present a dirge, as a tribute to Mr. Zhu. Warm mourning, send off!!!”

"Singing? Isn't that appropriate?"

"Yeah...Although it's a joyous funeral, the singing is not too serious!"

"It's going to spread, will others say that we were playing disco on the old man's grave?"

……

Some relatives below were whispering, but Hu Tianlai immediately reprimanded them loudly.

"Ling Yun! What are you doing!"

But the crowd was noisy, and Ling Yun was holding the microphone, so he yelled several times, but no one heard him, but Xiao Zhang stopped him and whispered into his ear canal.

"Director, let him do it. The more you do it, the better. Don't we just hope that he will have problems?"

"what?"

Hu Tianlai suddenly came to his senses, but he was still a little conflicted. He was very afraid that Ling Yun's noise would hurt him, but he also wanted to kill Ling Yun. This contradiction was reflected in every wrinkle on his forehead.

Standing in front of the coffin, Ling Yun had a solemn expression, and spoke again to everyone.

"Everyone has a father. A mother's love is like water, and a father's love is like a mountain. The song "Father" is a farewell to Director Zhu's old father!"

The singing sounded, hoarse with a hint of crying, sad and plaintive.

"That was when I was a child, often sitting on my father's shoulders."

"Father is the ladder to the sky, and father is the ox that pulls the cart."

"Don't forget the rough tea and light food, and raise me up."

"I can't forget a long sigh, half a jug of old wine..."

……

There were no musical instruments at the scene, only Ling Yun's bitter singing, but the words were like knives, and the voice was sobbing, like a lamb kneeling on its breast, like a wild goose whining...

As each line of the lyrics was revealed, the expressions of everyone on the scene changed.

Everyone has experienced the scene described in the lyrics. At this moment, the child wants to support but the relatives are not there, and the relatives, friends and relatives are all in tears, especially those female relatives, crying out loud.

Director Zhu was kneeling in front of the mourning hall and burning paper, but as he listened, the softness in his heart was lifted little by little.

It was a memory of more than 60 years, it was a period of suffering, and it was a period of warmth and beauty that had long been tarnished by feasting and intrigue.

Through the burning flame of the yellow paper, he saw Ling Yun's clean eyes, and then, the gate of memory was pushed open.

He was just sensible that year, and as soon as his father came home, he would pick him up and kiss him again and again. He was the only male in the family, and he was the hope in his father's eyes.

Although in those years...

At home, there is rough tea and light food, and a half pot of old wine is on the table.

Although in those years...

In front of the door is the cattle pulling the cart, and in the yard is the broad shoulders of the father...

……

"dad!"

After hearing Ling Yun's singing, many people were originally quiet, but as they listened, they suddenly heard a mournful howl, and everyone turned their eyes in doubt.

As a result, you can see...

Fatty didn't know when he knelt down in front of the mourning hall, and then opened his throat, crying while beating his chest, the crying was tragic...

He cried and yelled.

"Dad...Dad! Ah...Dad..."

This cry makes people feel sad and cry when they hear it.

(End of this chapter)