God vs. Lone Star, you and I are a pair

Probably because people feel refreshed during happy events, Shen Xinhong, who has always been in poor health this year, became energetic and started to deal with some matters in the company. Some old people who had been with him for many years quickly smelled the signs. The Shen family should be cleaned up again. Card.

However, at this time, Jiang Hai, his previous special assistant who had been with him since his early 20s and had been trusted by him for more than 40 years, died of a serious illness. Shen Xinhong only had time to go to the hospital to see him for the last time and looked at the man who was tortured by illness on the hospital bed. Old friends who are no longer alive, some things hurt the same kind of sadness. Give Jiang Zening a long vacation and let him properly handle his father's funeral affairs.

Three days later, Shen Xinhong led the Shen family to the Jiang family for a funeral. Jiang Hai's first wife had passed away 10 years ago, leaving Jiang Zening as an only son. He was busy keeping vigil at the hospital and had lost a lot of weight. His wife Su Lanlan With his 4-year-old son standing behind him and bowing after him, Jiang Zening's eldest daughter from his ex-wife was still on the plane returning from the UK.

Zhu Fenglin supported Shen Xinhong and stood at the main seat. Behind him were all the children, daughters-in-law, and grandchildren of the Shen family. Even Shen Xiujing, who usually didn't show up in public, came with her. After all, when she was a child, Uncle Jiang would pick her up and drop her off in person. It's unpleasant, but the feelings are true after all.

After the memorial service in City C, Jiang Zening followed his father's last wish and buried his ashes in his hometown 400 kilometers away from City C. Shen Xinhong asked his children to go and see him on his behalf.

Jiang Hai repaired the cemetery of his parents and grandparents in his hometown village 30 years ago, and also reserved a joint grave for himself and his wife. His wife has been waiting for him in it for many years. At that time, he also built a small three-story Western-style building in the village. It was very popular at the time, but now it looks shabby and desolate.

According to the custom of my hometown, the body should be buried before dawn, so relatives need to keep vigil for one more night, and the body will be buried at the auspicious time of 5 a.m.

The children of the Shen family were arranged in a room on the third floor. It had been raining in autumn for a while, and the house in their hometown had not been inhabited. There was a faint musty smell on the bedding and walls. The children of the Shen family, who had always been pampered and pampered, were a little sleepy. No, they gathered downstairs to play cards to pass the time. Only Shen Xiujun and his wife were lying on the bed.

Zhou Jingyan found that Shen Xiuyun next to him had not fallen asleep. Although he tried hard to slow down his breathing and reduce the number of turning over, Zhou Jingyan still knew that he seemed to be unable to sleep well during this period, which was probably not the reason why he said he had to admit bed.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Zhou Jingyan asked softly.

"It's okay, I just have the same old habit." Shen Xiuyun said casually.

"Come, let me show you." He said as he lifted the quilt and sat up. The cool breeze of the autumn night entered the quilt. Shen Xiujun frowned in displeasure. Zhou Jingyan seemed not to notice. He pinched his ankles, calves, and knees along the way. When he encountered areas where his breath was stagnant or his muscles were tense, he would rub his hands to warm them for a while, increasing the intensity from light to heavy. When it's light, it feels like feathers brushing against it, causing bursts of itching. What's more serious is that even a grown man like Shen Xiuyun has to grit his teeth. This woman's hands are really strong!

"Have you practiced on your hands?" Shen Xiuyun looked for a topic to distract her attention.

"Yes." Unexpectedly, Zhou Jingyan replied seriously: "I have an uncle who is a very famous Taoist doctor. I have learned a little bit from him, but it's just a simple pulse diagnosis and massage of the fur."

After pressing for about half an hour, Shen Xiujun felt the kind of pain in the broken bone where he used to feel, like needles pricking into the seam on rainy days, like being immersed in ice water. He could only endure the pain by tossing and turning, never relying on the pain. Painkillers, he was afraid that painkillers would dull his brain, so he would rather stay awake and in pain. But today, every time Zhou Jingyan massaged and kneaded his acupuncture points, a stream of warm current flowed into his meridians with his hands, and he fell asleep without even realizing it.

Zhou Jingyan gently covered him with the quilt and lay down to sleep. He would be up again in less than two hours.

According to local custom, the deceased should be laid to rest before the rooster crows. The boy holding the rooster walked in front, the son held the urn, followed by the funeral relatives. The 4-year-old grandson was so scared that he cried. Instead, a little boy with the same surname, the closest blood relative, could do the job. Paper money was flying all the way, the suona was lamenting, and the cool wind blew through the woods in the morning. Many people shook their heads and quickly shook some very appropriate scenes out of their minds.

After the old man who presided over the ceremony read the funeral eulogy, the only son Jiang Zening raised the shovel and covered his father with the first shovelful of soil.

"Ah sneeze", the daughter-in-law Su Lanlan who was standing next to her felt a little cold and sneezed involuntarily.

Zhou Jingyan glanced at her out of habit, and then froze. As the ancients said: good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone.