I provoked you on purpose

Xie Yunsheng did it on purpose, no matter how poor he was, he could still afford a breakfast, but he just didn't pay on purpose, he just wanted to rub off on Zhou Chong, who made this person interesting.

"Why don't you invite me for breakfast, and I'll take care of lunch and dinner, how about it?"

Xie Yunsheng put a hand on Zhou Chong's shoulder, and looked at him sideways, as if he felt that this suggestion was very reliable.

Zhou Chong scanned him up and down, then hooked his lips and sneered: "Shall I eat instant noodles with you?"

"You still have three meals a day, don't you?"

The door of the noodle shop has not been opened until now, and Sun Dacai has not shown up for the past few days. Zhou Chong doesn't think Xie Yunsheng can still stay at Sun's house now.

The facts are the same as what Zhou Chong thought, Sun Dacai is still lying in the hospital until now, he doesn't even have the key to Sun's house, so naturally he can't get in, and of course he doesn't want to go in either.

"You think it's okay if I'm not in Sun's house?" Xie Yunsheng raised his eyebrows: "I don't stay here, I have my own place to stay."

"Where are you at Huangmao?" Zhou Chong said.

"How did you know?"

"Heh." Zhou Chong felt that this person's IQ might be a little short-circuited, so why do you need to talk about such a simple question?

"Ha, I'm at Huangmao's, but it's okay for you to have a meal. Why don't you think about it?" Huangmao's family runs a bathing hall, and business is booming today.

His parents were in the store all day long, and they had to wait until the store closed at night before returning home.

He has played with Huang Mao for so many years, and Huang Mao's parents also regard him as one of their own, so they are not polite.

"no need."

"I'm doing errands at home today."

"My father will be buried in the next day."

Zhou Chong lowered his eyes, his face was still expressionless, very calm, as if what he said was a very ordinary sentence.

On the contrary, Xie Yunsheng was startled, and the hand on Zhou Chong's shoulder was loosened.

"You, sorry."

"it's already over."

Xie Yunsheng didn't know what he should say to comfort him, as if everything he said felt wrong, he could only say the most ordinary thing, and his condolences changed.

Zhou Chong remained silent, his eyes still drooping.

At the end, he put his hands back into his pockets, looked straight ahead and said, "I'm leaving."

In a word, he didn't even turn his head, nor looked at Xie Yunsheng.

The black figure walked further and further away, and finally disappeared at the corner, but Xie Yunsheng's face darkened, his face was depressed, and his whole heart seemed to be depressed.

He knew that Zhou Chong was not angry, but just uncomfortable, but Xie Yunsheng was still upset, because he could only hold his discomfort in his heart, and he didn't tell anyone. Zhou Chong in this state made people feel distressed, and Xie Yunsheng also felt uncomfortable.

Today is the eleventh day of the lunar calendar, and the rule in Jinbei is to hold funerals every single day.

Funerals here are generally held for three days, and the Zhou family is no exception. Although Zhou Chong said that the funeral should be simplified, except for hiring fewer people, it has not gone anywhere.

The coffin was prepared by Zhou Wenwu. It was made of mulberry wood and very thick. The shop owner said that it would not rot if it was placed in the ground for a hundred years.

The ashes were scattered by Zhou Chong himself. A shroud was spread on the bottom of the coffin, and handfuls of ashes were scattered inside.

For funerals, the suona team must be invited. The most important thing in a person's life is inseparable from the suona team. From birth, to marriage, to death, suona runs through a person's life.

Zhou Wenwu hired the best suona team in North Jin, spent a full 8000 yuan, and put on the biggest show at the entrance of the alley, vowing to blow its suona for three days!

Zhou Chong wore filial piety clothes and knelt in front of the coffin to cry. Next to him was Zhou Wenbao’s youngest son, Zhou Qiang. The child was only seven or eight years old. He didn’t understand anything. The little hands grabbed the paper money on the ground and put them in the brazier one by one.

Obviously, Zhou Wenwu taught him.

"Zhou Chong, you go to the front to say hello for a while, they are all from the same family, you have to be familiar with them." Zhou Wenwu said.

"Second Uncle, I want to spend more time with my dad." He didn't want to go to the front, and he didn't want to deal with those people. If possible, he would rather bury his dad directly in the cemetery than hold a funeral with great fanfare.

"You... ugh!"

"But this is against the rules! You are a filial son, if you don't go, this..." Zhou Wenwu was helpless.

Zhou Chong didn't speak, still knelt before the coffin and burned the paper silently.

"Ugh!"

Seeing that he couldn't persuade people, Zhou Wenwu had no choice but to walk away alone and get busy with the work ahead.

Not many guests were invited, there were only five tables of people, about 40 or so, but there were sixteen coffin-bearers in the family alone, and there were really few relatives.

Wang Cuihua prepared the food and wine, and because of the large number of people, he set up two big pots in the courtyard long ago, and found a master who can cook to set up the banquet.

The first two days were light meals, and the dishes on the table were all vegetarian. There were not many meat dishes, and only steamed buns were enough. The main meal would not be until noon on the day of the funeral, so that there would be enough food and wine for everyone to eat.

Today is the second day, the most lively day for suona blowing, it can be blown from dinner to twelve o'clock in the evening.

It's extremely lively.

Regardless of whether it is a red or white matter, as long as the suona sounds, there will be a sea of ​​people under the stands. Those who come early will stand next to the platform, and those who come late can only watch the heads of each other. Get up a bench and stand on it to watch. Some children are riding on their father's neck to watch, and some are too far away, so they can only hear the noise.

"Your uncle invited San Fatty?" Xie Yunsheng appeared out of nowhere, he didn't squeeze in front, he was wearing a military overcoat and swung melon seeds towards Zhou Chong.

"Do you want to eat?" He took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and put them in Zhou Chong's hands. He didn't care whether Zhou Chong was eating or not. Out.

"Don't smoke anymore? Cough melon seeds instead?" Zhou Chong picked one up and put it in his mouth. He didn't have Xie Yunsheng's ability, and he didn't get it out after a long time of smoking, and almost chewed the skin to pieces.

"Your cigarettes are too expensive. I'm not willing to smoke them all in one go. Good things are not so wasteful. You have to taste them slowly to get the taste." Most of the people in Jinbei smoke the third ring, and Xiao Su is really a luxury.

Zhou Chong chewed melon seeds for a long time, but finally spit out a mouthful of residue, so he could only stuff the remaining melon seeds back into Xie Yunsheng's hands: "I can't chew them, you can chew them by yourself."

Xie Yunsheng took the melon seeds and was happy.

He really didn't expect that Zhou Chong couldn't drink this.

"Why don't you go up and look? It's so remote here, I can only hear the sound, but I can't see anything."

It was Xie Yunsheng who spoke. He actually came quite early, and after searching around, he found Zhou Chong here.

Leaning against the base of the wall, there is a blind spot further in, but it is so far away that even old men who can't squeeze into the crowd will not choose to come here.

"Why don't you go?" Zhou Chong asked back.

"I'm looking for you, I'll go if you go." Xie Yunsheng was even happier.

"What do you want from me?" Zhou Chong frowned.

"I'll eat melon seeds for you." Xie Yunsheng spread his hands and smiled even more happily: "Who knows you can't."

Zhou Chong rolled his eyes at him.

"This is how you do funeral things here? Do it for three days?" Zhou Chong also did it when he was in Jiang City before, but there were not so many rules that time.

"what."

"Yeah, everyone is like this. Red and white things are big things, so why not do it for three days." Xie Yunsheng answered as usual.

"Not used to it? Or don't you like it?" Xie Yunsheng turned his face sideways, folded his hands, and looked at Zhou Chong with crooked eyes.

"Both." I am neither used to nor like it.

Xie Yunsheng raised his eyebrows, folded his hands and looked at him with a half-smile.

"What do you know?"

"Of all kinds of musical instruments, the suona is the king, either ascending to heaven or worshiping the hall."

"This thing runs through a person's whole life, and when he's gone, he has to let it go again."

This is the rule of the older generation, which has been passed down from generation to generation. There is a certain reason why it can be passed down for so many years.

"You still have to keep watch tonight, don't you go to rest first?"

"No, I've rested during the day." He had already kept watch all night yesterday, and he will watch again tonight.

"Can you bear it?"

"Is it cold? Shall I lend you my coat? The temperature is low at night, so wear it warmly." Xie Yunsheng was a little worried that Zhou Chong's body would not be able to bear it.

"No, I can bear it." Kneeling in front of his father's grave, there was nothing he couldn't bear.

Xie Yunsheng couldn't say anything at all. He could tell that Zhou Chong was depressed, but he couldn't help it. After all, his relatives had gone. Can he not be sad?It's impossible to pull his face to make him laugh!

Pooh!joke!Who can laugh when someone dies!

You have to take your time, as time goes by, you will feel better.

Before the ringing ended, Zhou Chong went back. He was going to guard the spirit overnight. Zhou Wenwu originally said that he would replace him, but Zhou Chong refused. Zhou Chong wanted to accompany him on his father’s last journey. over.

I didn't sleep all night, and it was still dark when Zhou Wenwu came over in the morning.

Mr. Zhou also woke up very early today. As soon as Zhou Wenwu came over, he dressed the old man first. Maybe it was a different day today. Zhou Wenwu put on a big black coat for the old man. The coat was new, with dark patterns and a high collar. The tall one has five pairs of Panlong buckles on the front.

This dress was bought for the old man by his father before he was alive, and it was sent back from Jiang City.

Today is also the first time Mr. Zhou wore it, but it was at his son's funeral.

Fortunately, the old man is confused and doesn't know anything, otherwise he would have to bear the pain.

Zhou Chong knelt in front of the red coffin, burning the paper money silently. The ever-burning lamp in the bowl in front of him was still on. After one night, the soybean oil in the bowl had burned to the bottom of the bowl. It must be destroyed.

The photo of Zhou Wenbin visiting Zhou Wenbin before his death was a black and white photo. This is the first time I have shown it. I have never dared to show it in front of the old man before. I am afraid that the old man will recognize it, and that he will not be able to bear it when he thinks about it.

"Dad, you are home, and you will be buried in the ground today."