Relocation Brigade

A table of people ate and drank until nine o'clock.

Ding Junyuan hooked shoulders with Tang Siping, and they had reached the point of calling each other brothers. The two were stuffed into the back seat by Tang Siping's driver and dragged away.

Wu Weiwei had a mediocre drinker, staggered back to the room, and didn't even bother to take a shower.

On the contrary, Jiang Yu still maintained his usual character, with a calm face, and walked steadily to the public toilet in the corner of the yard.

Chen Ling drank the least, and with a clear mind, he followed behind step by step, for fear that the man's feet would be unsteady and his nose would be swollen and his face would be bruised, so he wouldn't be handsome.

Jiang Yu went into the bathroom, probably because his consciousness was not clear enough, so he just led the door casually.

As soon as the breeze blows, the door opens automatically.

Chen Ling happened to be standing at the door, staring blankly at the half-hidden body in the bathroom.

Chen Ling felt a little thirsty and wanted to drink water, but his feet could not move as if they were filled with lead.

He thought, it turned out that seeing the best hue would really make you lose your way.

The faint light sprinkled on the running water refracted a little light along the line of the man's body, giving people the illusion that the man was shining.

Chen Ling: "..."

Chen Ling felt that he might be mentally ill, so he turned his eyes away and took a deep breath: "Be careful, I'm going back to my room first."

There was no response from the bathroom, only the sound of splashing water.

Just when he was about to turn around, the man turned around suddenly, the water flowed along his raised jaw line to the back of his neck, and trickled into the sexy gully between his back muscles.

The incantations all over the broad back are like beautiful tattoos, rising and falling with the movement of the man raising his hand to wipe his face, as if alive.

Chen Ling rubbed his eyes, thinking that he might have made a mistake.

Sure enough, when he moved his hand away to look again, the mantra fit quietly into the flesh, and there was no abnormality.

The sound of water suddenly stopped in a daze.

Chen Ling suddenly came back to his senses, the man was not wearing anything, and he had already walked to the door of the bathroom.

He opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to make a dry voice, "Jiang Yu...you...where are your clothes?"

Jiang Yu: "I didn't take it."

Chen Ling breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he forgot and did not expose it on purpose.

He rubbed the space between his brows, stepped forward, took another step, raised his hand and put his fingers on the man's chest, pushing him inside, "Don't come out, I'll get you clothes."

Jiang Yu's eyelashes fluttered up and down, and his voice was low and hoarse, with the scorching heat after being washed by hot water, "Okay."

Chen Ling's face was inexplicably hot, he bowed his head and walked away, fanning the wind with his hands while walking, muttering: "When will summer end, it's so hot."

The ancestor's room was not exposed to the sun all day long, and as soon as he entered the room, he felt a piercing shade.

It was not the first time Chen Ling came in, he walked to the closet as usual and opened the door.

Looking at the neatly arranged and perfectly matched suit shirts in front of him, he suddenly realized that what he opened was not an ordinary wardrobe door, but the private life of his ancestor.

His fingertips brushed over each piece of clothing, as if bewitched, he leaned forward and sniffed lightly.

Every piece of clothing has the unique smell of Jiangyu, a clear, very faint fragrance, like the fragrance of ink, or something else.

There was a sudden bang outside, and Chen Ling was startled. He immediately took out a set of home clothes from the side, and a pair of underwear from the drawer below, and ran out in a hurry.

There was no one in the yard, but Zhao Xunchang's room was full of snoring.

Chen Ling approached along the sound of snoring, opened the window a little and looked in. The purple-blue parrot was dozing on the shelf, and the master's hand rested on the head of the bed, knocking down the thermos cup.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and when he turned around, he saw a big dog sitting on the ground with shining eyes, wagging its tail and looking at him.

Since coming back with them last night, the German Shepherd fled to Yuhe Mountain and never came back.

Suddenly found that it came back, Chen Ling was a little happy, knelt down and shook the hand holding it, and asked, "You were behind me just now?"

The German Shepherd groaned.

Chen Ling threatened in a low voice: "Don't tell Jiang Yu what you just saw, otherwise I won't take you to play in the future, and let you hang out with your father every day."

Demu was keenly aware of who the young man was talking about, and his voice became low and aggrieved, and somewhat flattering.

Chen Ling laughed: "So afraid of him?"

German Shepherd: "Aww."

Chen Ling rubbed its head, got up and walked to the corner of the yard.

Jiang Yu was still standing in the distance, as if the young man's words were an imperial decree. When he saw someone approaching, he looked up, his eyes smudged with alcohol were full of indescribable eagerness, which was a little different from usual.

Chen Ling swallowed, closed his eyes and handed over the underwear.

Jiang Yu didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. When he took the hand, he hooked the young man's fingertips with his fingers.

Chen Ling pretended not to know indulgently, pursed his lips, and held his clothes with a very serious expression on my face.

When the man was dressed, he handed over the jacket in his hand, and then the trousers.

There was a rustling sound from the rubbing of the fabric, Jiang Yu was fully dressed, still standing inside, Chen Ling stared at him suspiciously for a few seconds, then he had a flash of inspiration and snapped his fingers: "Come out, I'll take you Go back to your room and sleep."

When Jiang Yu went out, he was always only one fist away from the young man.

Chen Ling was like an aunt in a kindergarten, watching the man go to bed, lay down, and pulled the thin quilt to cover him.

He leaned over and touched the man's smooth forehead, coaxingly: "Sleep, good night."

Jiang Yu's closed eyes opened quickly, and he stretched out his hand to grab the young man's wrist, and easily dragged him onto the bed, turned over and held him down.

The alcohol-smelling breath sprayed on the side of Chen Ling's neck, and he twisted his neck away timidly, but he still couldn't avoid it completely.

He tried to get up, and just as he moved, his neck was bitten lightly, and the wet touch followed closely, making his scalp tingling, and it was like an electric current shot up on his back, a little irritating, but also a little bit of saying no It's crispy.

Chen Ling pushed Jiang Yu: "Hey, are you drunk or not?"

Jiang Yu hummed a little, tightening the person in his arms like a child, sniffing the young man's shoulder and neck with the tip of his nose.

Jiu Zhuang is cowardly, not to mention the old ancestor is not a coward.

Just when Chen Ling thought he would at least use a manual transmission tonight, the man suddenly became quiet, his breathing was steady, and his arm strength was a little slack.

With just a little skill, he slid from the man's arms to under the bed, and when he looked up, he saw Demu lying on the ground watching the excitement.

Seeing the young man looking over, Demu stood up happily, wanting to jump up, but he was afraid of another person lying on the bed.

Chen Ling was so restless that he didn't pay attention to its little emotions. When he passed by, he hurriedly stroked the dog's head, and locked the door behind him as soon as he entered the room.

The five baht coin hanging on the door frame bounced twice, and said, "I will watch the door for the master. I hope the master has a good dream."

Chen Ling grabbed the cold copper coin and touched it, thinking that the demeanor before going to bed was so beautiful, and now that the cerebral cortex is active, he will definitely not be able to sleep, let alone have any good dreams.

The words became a prophecy, and he really didn't sleep well that night, after tossing and turning, it turned out to be dawn.

The early mornings in Yuheshan's small courtyard are basically clean and peaceful.

Today is different.

The yard smelled of wine from the night, the dishes and dishes were randomly placed on the stone table, and two slippers of unknown origin were dropped on the ground.

Although Chen Ling didn't sleep all night, his energy wasn't too bad. The chicken raised in the east of the village got up from the bed as soon as it crowed.Seeing the mess in the yard, he sighed silently, bent down and began to tidy up.

Just after tidying up, Wu Weiwei came out of the room grabbing his messy hair, yawned and said, "Good morning, Brother Chen."

"What's for breakfast, I'll make it." Chen Ling walked towards the kitchen with a large pile of bowls and chopsticks in his arms. When he passed by, he glanced at Wu Weiwei and told him, "Go take a bath first to sober up."

"My brother Chen is really considerate." Wu Weiwei's rainbow fart came again, and he shouted to the back with a smile, "Go right away!"

He stood under the eaves and looked towards the yard, his eyes lit up, and he stepped on barefoot to put the slippers on his feet.

He went back to the room, picked up his clothes and came out. He stopped suddenly in the middle of the walk, and looked in the direction of the kitchen blankly.

It's weird, I always feel as if I forgot something important.

Chen Ling boiled millet porridge for everyone, added some kimchi from the jar, and boiled eggs.

When everything was ready and served on the table, Zhao Xunchang also got up.

Zhao Xunchang was wearing exercise clothes, and walked to the stone table with his hands behind his back, but his eyes could not stop drifting to Jiang Yu's room.

Chen Ling didn't pierce his eagerness to be called Master, and whispered, "Have some porridge first?"

"Yeah." Zhao Xunchang sat down, drank a few mouthfuls of hot porridge, but couldn't hold back his impatience, and asked directly, "Aren't you up yet?"

"Brother Jiang seems to be pouring three cups, and he can't drink as much as Master, please understand." Chen Ling criticized and praised, saying that being a master is very beneficial.

Zhao Xunchang ordered the table, "Sit down and eat too, don't you want to set up a tomb for the Tang family later?"

Chen Ling lowered his head, took a sip of the porridge, and peeled an egg for Master: "Master, how is the progress of the project during my absence?"

"It's okay, it's very fast. Assistant Qiu will come to supervise the work every day." Speaking of this, Zhao Xunchang had to boast, "Jiang Shengxing is doing things properly, and he should have specially said hello. There is not much noise on the construction site, only occasionally. The sound of ping-pong-pong is acceptable."

Chen Ling bit his egg and raised his head. From this angle, he could get a glimpse of the side of the mountainside. It could be vaguely seen that the cemetery already had a roughly trapezoidal outline.

Zhao Xunchang glanced at the little apprentice and said, "You just have to practice hard. Yuheshan has me, but the master has a request. If possible, try to come back to live every night. It's good for you."

Chen Ling thought it was because he and Yu Heshan had the same aura, and hurriedly asked: "Master, if I leave for too long, will my bad luck of running into ghosts come back again?"

Zhao Xunchang didn't say yes or no, but asked instead: "Are you afraid?"

Chen Ling's cheeks puffed up slightly, he chewed and swallowed a few times before saying, "I'm not afraid."

If the bad luck comes back, it would be a good thing for him to change his thinking, and he can just catch a few ghosts to practice his hands.

Zhao Xunchang nodded his head ponderingly, suddenly remembered something, suddenly approached the little apprentice, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You have a special constitution, which is different from ordinary people. You will not be burned by Yin Qi and affect your mind."

Chen Ling nodded again and again, but his heart was very confused, "Master, why are you bringing this up?"

Zhao Xunchang glared at him, and the following words are the key point, "But even so, you still have to pay attention to the frequency when having sex, too much or too little will hurt your body."

Chen Ling: "..."

Zhao Xunchang pinched the little apprentice's red ears and sneered: "There's nothing to be shy about, it's human nature."

It was too early to say this, but now that the relationship between the two has been settled, it is just right to say it, so that one day the dry wood will burn and the flood will not be extinguished.

Chen Ling hesitated and said, "Understood."

"Know what?" The man's hoarse voice came from behind.

Jiang Yu didn't know when he got up, and was standing at the door of the room looking at the master and apprentice in the yard.

Although he was drunk last night, he still remembered what he had done.

Thinking of himself being like a three-year-old child, doing whatever the young man says, Jiang Yu can't wait to go back in time, when he has lived for so many years, when did he lose his composure like last night!

In the northeast corner of the courtyard, Wu Weiwei opened the door of the public toilet and walked out.

The moment he saw Jiang Yu, flashes of lightning flashed in his mind, and the memories of yesterday that were covered by the mist suddenly came back.

"You...you..." Wu Weiwei felt that his brain and mouth were not enough, so he raised his hand and slapped himself.

After the crisp sound fell, he finally straightened his tongue, and asked stupidly and directly: "Brother Chen, are you and Brother Jiang a couple?"

The inexplicable sticky atmosphere between the two, Chen Ling's self-conscious smirk, Jiang Yu's ambiguous way of healing...everything has the right answer!

Wu Weiwei felt that he had received a huge shock, and unconsciously said: "Then Brother Jiang, I will call Brother Jiang from now on, or Brother Jiang instead."

No matter how strange the word brother sounds... Chen Ling was afraid that the old ancestor's words would be surprising, so he hurriedly said, "Brother Jiang, let's call him Brother Jiang."

Wu Weiwei nodded, wiped his hair and walked into the room. After a few steps, he looked back at the two of them with a misty expression.

After entering the room completely and closing the door, his brain finally functioned normally. His first reaction was to send a message to Li Hongyu and ask him if he knew.

Li Hongyu: Know what?

Wu Weiwei was also afraid that he would be self-defeating and expose his brother Chen's privacy, so he replied in a very strange way: just that, that, that.

Seeing that he was vague, Li Hongyu thought for a while and replied: What is the relationship between Chen Ling and Jiang Yu?

Wu Weiwei almost jumped up, it seemed that he was the slowest to react: How did you know?

Li Hongyu: I saw two people holding hands before entering school yesterday.

Wu Weiwei fell into silence holding his mobile phone, he was there at that moment, how could he be blind and not see? !This kind of shocking gossip is even more uncomfortable than missing a hundred million!

"Wu Weiwei, it's better to come out and have some porridge to calm down alone." Chen Ling knocked on the door outside.

Wu Weiwei put down his phone, walked towards the door and replied, "Here we are."

Opening the door, Chen Ling smiled naturally: "Are you so surprised?"

"It's okay..." Wu Weiwei scratched the back of his head and whispered, "I blame me for being too straight, but you and Brother Jiang are sometimes quite obvious."

Chen Ling: "For example?"

Wu Weiwei: "Didn't you get hurt on your neck once, I saw him kiss you here..." He said, pointing his fingers at the side of his neck.

Chen Ling pretended to be calm and let out an "oh", excited: I never thought that the ancestors would do such a secret thing besides pressing the bed!

Be careful when you sleep in the future, and don't sleep too hard, otherwise you will miss a lot of good shows!

In the yard, Jiang Yu came out of the public bathroom refreshingly and walked straight to Zhao Xunchang.

Those childish behaviors last night can be regarded as something I didn't do, but I can't forget the change of tea.

He picked up the freshly brewed hot tea on the table without any qualms, filled the porcelain cup, served the tea with both hands, bowed his body slightly, and solemnly said: "Master, please drink tea."

Zhao Xunchang's face twitched, and he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

It's really a feng shui turn, the old ghost who once overwhelmed him has now become his junior, it's cool, it's cool.

Zhao Xunchang took the tea and took a sip meaningfully, "I know my apprentice's character, he is too soft, but he will never be soft when he should be ruthless. Treat him well, if there is a fight or something..."

He paused, and uttered a more pertinent sentence: "Don't worry, I will definitely help my relatives as an elder."

Jiang Yu: "..."

Zhao Xunchang narrowed his eyes, and continued: "I am an enlightened person, so I naturally think that your relationship is nothing, but Chen Ling's parents need to slow down."

The Chen family's parents are more traditional, and they have always hoped that their son will fall in love and marry a daughter-in-law, so that they can embrace their grandson as soon as possible.

Now that the daughter-in-law is married, but the grandson is gone, I'm afraid it's not easy to accept.

Jiang Yu is not in a hurry, everyone is his own, and everything else is imaginary.

He was in a good mood, and his tone was gentle: "What Master said is true."

The master shouted so smoothly, Zhao Xunchang felt a little embarrassed, as if he had taken advantage of it.

He pretended to cough a few times and greeted, "Sit down and eat."

At nine o'clock in the morning, the sun has not yet risen to the sky, and the coolness of the morning has not yet dissipated. Yu and the busy workers on the mountain are enjoying the coolness in the work shed.

While talking, Baotou Yang suddenly stood up and waved to the young man who was walking up with his hands full: "Mr. Chen!"

In Chen Ling's left hand is the incense paper money that he will need to wait for the tomb, and in his right hand is the watermelon bought from the next village.

Wu Weiwei's hands were not idle either. There were also big and small bags, but they had nothing to do with clothes and tombs. They were all used to relieve the workers from the summer heat.

Foreman Yang Bao sent two people to pick up the things and put them in the work shed.

He took out a ticket and handed it to the young man: "To be buried today?"

Chen Ling asked: "Should it be all done?"

Foreman Yang said: "When you called the day before yesterday to ask, you had already dried the pit thoroughly, and the stele pedestal has been placed, waiting for the burial and erection of the stele."

Chen Ling nodded, took out his mobile phone and checked the time, there were still ten minutes before the auspicious time, and he didn't know if Tang Siping would be there.

Foreman Yang glanced at the young man, moved his lips a few times, and then couldn't help but look at the young man again.

Chen Ling had already noticed that he hesitated to speak, and said, "If you have something to say, just say it."

Foreman Yang said, "That's right. There is a Li Guifang in your village, do you know?"

"I remember." Li Guifang's attempt to earn the price difference as a middleman in the cemetery was really impressive. Chen Ling asked, "What's wrong with her?"

Foreman Yang said: "In the past few days when you were away, some people came to visit the cemetery. They originally disliked the desolation of this place, but Li Guifang appeared out of nowhere and talked with those people for a long time. , It’s all bad words. That’s not counting, and she even pried the person away, saying that she has a cheap tomb source in the eastern suburbs, and it’s all covered.”

All-inclusive means that it not only covers all the expenses of burial and monument erection, but also includes the early mortuary, coffin, cremation, and even funeral services.

Chen Ling did not expect that a new competitor would appear in just a few days, and asked, "Is there a new cemetery in the eastern suburbs?"

Foreman Yang shook his head with an unlit cigarette in his mouth and said, "There shouldn't be any. I was a little curious when I found out, so I called a friend who used to work and said that there is no cemetery in the eastern suburbs."

Chen Ling guessed: "Could it be a wild cemetery?"

Hearing his mention, Wu Weiwei thought of something: "Really! There is a wasteland behind Pingshan in the eastern suburbs. There were wild graves a long time ago. If Li Guifang really has a cemetery in his hands, it is estimated that someone directly took that place. It was contracted."

"Pingshan?" Chen Ling's expression froze.

The reason why Pingshan is called Pingshan is because the mountain is steep and precipitous, like a tall curved screen standing on the ground, just half-enclosing the concave land behind.

And because the terrain of the depression is too low, it appears that a flat land directly in front is slightly raised, like a flat hill blocking the front, just forming a terrain surrounded by hills.

No matter building a yin house or repairing a yang house, there is a great danger of danger.

"If that's the case, the contractor either doesn't understand Feng Shui, or doesn't believe in Feng Shui." Chen Ling snorted.

If anyone who buys a tomb has some snacks, find a Feng Shui master to have a look and know that they cannot let their relatives be buried.Since they are willing to bury people in Pingshan, they must feel that it doesn't matter.

Since the owner of the cemetery and the person who bought the tomb didn't say a word, they don't need to worry too much, lest they be labeled maliciously by their peers.

Chen Ling: "This matter has nothing to do with us, just leave it alone for now."

"Brother Chen, don't worry, I know." Just as Wu Weiwei finished speaking, Tang Siping's voice came from down the mountain.

Tang Siping was holding the child in one hand, and the clothes and posthumous photos in the other. Behind him was a large group of people, all in black clothes and trousers, with cotton and linen white cloth belts around their waists.

The corner of Chen Ling's mouth twitched, he understood, Tang Siping invited someone to mourn.

In ancient times, there was a standard for mourning, called "crying without ceasing", and the louder the better, to show respect and mourning for the dead.

But crying without ceasing is a technical job, and it is also a personal job, which requires the cooperation of children and grandchildren. It is somewhat unrealistic in the modern age of family planning.So there is a mourning business, which is dedicated to mourning for those who hold funerals.After crying, in addition to the fee negotiated with the company in advance, you must also give a red envelope to the person who cried on behalf of you to remove bad luck.

Wu Weiwei silently counted the group of people following him: "Good guy, there are more than 40 of them."

Chen Ling picked up the things needed for the burial, walked towards Tang Siping, and stopped him halfway.

Tang Siping drank a lot last night and was quite drunk. When he woke up early in the morning, he couldn't remember what he had done last night. He only remembered that today was an auspicious day for his wife Lizuka, so he couldn't delay it.

The portrait has been prepared long ago and has been placed in the master bedroom recently.

It's strange to say that the black and white photo looks weird no matter how it looks, but he is not afraid at all. Occasionally, before going to sleep, he would go to talk to the posthumous photo.

After waking up, his mood was unprecedentedly low. As a man in his decades, whenever he thought of his wife's death without leaving a complete body, his eyes would turn sour.

He cheered up, went to the closet to find a skirt that his wife loved most during his lifetime, and went to the yard to pick a few bougainvilleas and hide them in the skirt, before he went to lie on his side and hugged his sleepy son.

Tongtong seemed to have a sense of it, staring at the skirt and calling out to her mother vaguely.

Tang Siping's tears could not be stopped in an instant, and he burst into tears.

So much so that after more than an hour, his eyes were still swollen.

Chen Ling glanced at Tang Siping's red eyes, "My condolences will change."

Tang Siping responded, put his son on the ground, and stuffed the posthumous photo into his hand, "Take it, let's see mother for the last journey."

Tongtong asked innocently, "Where are you taking mommy?"

Tang Siping said: "A happier place."

Tongtong: "Then will she come?"

"I will." Tang Siping pinched the tip of his son's nose and said with a forced smile, "But it will be a long time later."

The process of setting up the tomb was very smooth. From the time of the funeral to the moment when the stele fell into the pedestal, the sound of mourning never stopped, and the villagers at the foot of the mountain couldn't help but come out and take a look.

When it was almost eleven o'clock, when everything was over, Tang Siping took Tongtong to the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain, greeted Zhao Xunchang himself, and then went home.

Chen Ling sent the person away, and on the way back he thought of Li Guifang again. He looked at Wu Weiwei: "There is no movement on the contact information we left on the Internet?"

Wu Weiwei shook his head: "No."

Chen Ling: "Forget it, I don't want to." He put his hand in his pocket, remembered the VIP card of the hot spring club left in the pocket of another pair of trousers, turned his head and asked, "Although our company is a bit small, we should have a team building card. Yes, go to the hot spring club in the afternoon?"

Wu Weiwei immediately cheered up with 12 points: "A real wave?"

Chen Ling: "True waves."

With the plan of going out, the two of them felt a little uneasy. They didn't even enter the gate of the courtyard, and drove directly to the city to buy swimming trunks.

When he arrived at the store, Chen Ling took a photo with his mobile phone and sent it to his ancestor: swimming trunks.jpg

Chen Ling: How about going to the hot spring club in the afternoon?

In less than three seconds, Jiang Yu's reply came:

Chen Ling: You ask Master if you want to go

It's still only three seconds, Jiang Yu: No

Zhao Xunchang really didn't want to go, it would delay him from going to the breeding base to see the parrots.Of course, there was another reason that he didn't mention. He was old, coupled with laziness, and his figure was out of shape.

As a master, he also needs face!

You can't expose your beer belly in front of your disciples and grandchildren!

Chen Ling put away his mobile phone and directed to Wu Weiwei: "If you see something you like, just take it, I'll pay for it."

Wu Weiwei cheered and walked to the shelf to choose repeatedly.

Chen Ling wasn't as entangled as he was, and picked up a solid-color pair, but it was difficult for Jiang Yu to choose.

The shopping guide lady thought that he wanted to choose another one for herself, so she offered to recommend: "Sir, what do you think of this model? It is made of the latest splash-proof fabric, which is tight but breathable. Perfect 3D tailoring, although it is a tight fit, it will never feel too close and uncomfortable.”

Chen Ling recalled the scenery that passed by last night, and chose a size that should be suitable: "Just, just this."

The shopping guide's eyes were sharp and she reacted quickly.

This attitude, this shyness, seems to be bought by Lao Gong!