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[The new book is on the shelves, please make a first-order support! PS: The funeral is adapted from the traveler's personal experience at the beginning of the year. It is a local funeral custom that has been passed down for a long time. If there is any difference, please do not find fault

It may be that the funeral customs are different in different places!]

The north wind is whistling, humming and whirling, blowing the Yin flags, hunting in the wind!

On the avenue, the filial son is wearing hemp and filial piety, shoulders against the shadows, carrying a package containing some of his father's clothes, walking in the front with a trembling step. From this moment on, he will replace his dead father and become the head of the family!

The so-called head of the family is the pillar of the family, which represents not only the rights and interests, but also all the responsibilities, including the living needs of the family, and the love of the people outside the family.....

#t!

At this moment, the filial son, every step he takes, is very heavy. It is not the burden on him that weighs, but the responsibility that will be borne by him "107" from now on!

Behind him are two distant brothers, each carrying a bamboo basket containing a large number of white paper money with round square holes. last one.

White's paper money flutters in the air, accompanied by bursts of suona sounds, as if calling the souls of the dead to take away the last blessings of their loved ones, and also paving a way for the dead to lead to the afterlife.

Behind the two people who played the suona, there was a long line of relatives of the younger generation. In each of their hands, they held paper figures, paper horses, houses and vehicles and other paper objects, as well as fireworks. According to local rules, these things only Only juniors who have a male can take it, and Wu Chen... is naturally among them!

but!

Considering that he and Uncle Hua are not related by blood after all, they can only be arranged at the end of the line. He is holding a car in his hand. Uncle is on Huangquan Road, can drive forward, and go all the way!

In the back, there are female relatives, aunt did not follow, mother supported Ling Lei, walked in front, sister-in-law Wang Xuemei and several nieces of Uncle Hua followed, all silent.

Ordinarily, even if Mu Sheng wanted to come at this time, she should have followed those relatives and friends who came to watch the ceremony, but for some reason, by some strange coincidence, she followed Ling Lei, together with Wang Xuemei and others.

The sobs, and the cadence of mourning amidst the whistling wind and whistling, made the entire funeral procession linger with an indescribable sadness.

Burial of burnt cloth is different, the burial needs to be at the upper air outlet, while the burnt cloth has to be at the lower air outlet.

The long team followed the main road and followed the wind direction until they went around two or three miles outside Lingjia Bay, before they finally stopped on an uncultivated field!

Dutiful son Ling Bei, standing in the field, hanging banners against the wind!

Everyone stepped forward and piled the paper figurines, horses, houses, cars, and other paper objects in their hands at the downwind of the Yin Banner. Only then did Ling Lei, a filial daughter, untie the package containing her father's clothes from her filial son Ling Bei, and opened it. Come, spread the clothes inside on the pile of paper man paper horses.

Next to it, Wu Chen and others arranged the fireworks and firecrackers. There were three hanging firecrackers, each with 10,000 rings, connected end to end, surrounded by paper figurines and paper horses. There were also six boxes of fireworks, all of which were large boxes. They are placed in a row at the upper air outlet.

When the suona stops, the gong sounds!

Immediately, an elder stood up, Uncle Hua's uncle, a long-lived elder who was already in his eighties, but his body was still strong, and he raised his voice and shouted, "full of energy: "Xiao Qi Ban!*

"rise!"

Ling Bei responded, and pulled up the Yin Banner leaning on the ground again, and carried it on his shoulders.

"Yin banner against the wind, Huangquan leads the way!"

Accompanied by the uncle's yelling, Ling Bei carried the Yin flag and walked against the wind around the pile of paper men and paper horses. He walked around three times and returned to the place where he started.

"Falling banner!"

"Shouting spirit!"

Uncle Uncle gave an order, and Ling Bei was about to plant the cloud flag in his hand and drop it heavily on the ground. After all, it was a field. Although it was deserted, the soil was still soft. In addition, Ling Bei used great force, and only heard "bang!" With a sound, the mud splashed, and the cloud fell into the soil, at least half a foot.

Because the wind was strong in the afternoon, in order to avoid accidents, Ling Bei pressed down on it deliberately, and firmly inserted the cloud flag on the ground. Only the flag was flying in the wind, making a hunting sound, and Ling Bei supported Holding the Yin Banner, he shouted loudly towards the pile of paper men and paper horses: "Dad, walk slowly!"

"Dad, you go slowly!"

Ling Lei, Zhou Lei, and Wang Xuemei, as daughters, son-in-law, and daughter-in-law, followed Ling Bei and shouted. The voice was heard far away in the whistling north wind, and it returned with the wind and circled in the air. M

Behind them, Uncle Hua's grandson Ling Jinye, grandson Zhou Chang, and granddaughter Zhou Yaxuan stood in a daze. They were young and didn't know the meaning of calling spirits. Perhaps they still had a lot of curiosity in their hearts and didn't realize it. At this moment, they are sending away their closest elders.

What's more, the youngest Zhou Yaxuan, who is only three years old, is still smiling happily when she sees the banner cloth flying in the air, but the more so, the more people can't help feeling

As for Wu Chen, although the relationship is very close, he is not related by blood after all, so he can only stand on the periphery, watching this scene silently, and then whispered in his heart: "Hua

......"

Unconsciously, Mu Sheng was standing behind him at this moment, looking at Wu Chen who was in a silent posture, somehow, she couldn't help feeling a little distressed in her heart.

Although!

The two have not known each other for a long time, but they have a special fate, from the initial encounter to the sword competition in the cherry blossom forest; from the initial mystery to the confession of the beautiful childhood, unconsciously, they have already understood it.

"Fire!"

"Send the spirit!"

He shouted three times, and it was over in a blink of an eye. The uncle shouted again. Ling Bei finally let go of the Yin Banner, and then stepped forward, took the bundle of lit money paper from Zhou Lei next to him, knelt on the ground, and ignited it. Made a paper man and a paper horse.

The wind was very strong today, and the wind fueled the fire. Soon, all the paper figurines and paper horses were ignited, and the raging flames shot up into the sky. Everyone began to retreat, and Ling Bei retreated in groups after three kowtows.

Seeing that everyone retreated to a safe range, Zhou Lei and others started to light the fireworks, and suddenly, the sound of "cracking" came to everyone's ears.

"Shh~~~~"

"boom!!"

At the same time, the fireworks soared into the sky and began to explode in mid-air, one sound, the sound in the wind, in the air, in the ears, in the heart, like shouting "Calling the soul of Uncle Hua!

"Uncle Hua!"

Standing in the wind, Wu Chen let the strong wind blow on his body. He didn't cry, but the dust mixed in the wind accidentally blew into his eyes, and the tears burst into tears for some reason.

JT*..........