Are you his kind?

The shadows of the trees were mottled, and the crows and sparrows jumping in the forest were disturbed by the chaotic mourning and joy, and disappeared in a moment.

Just after six o'clock, the sky seemed to be splashed with ink.In front of the divided rice fields, a mourning hall was set up outside an old low house. There were wisps of black smoke floating from the two candles in front of the coffin. Fortunately, the thin woman covered it with her hands so that the candles would not go out.

Qin Yang bent down and sent the yellow paper into the flames, and there were sobs all around.

It is not a good omen for someone to die on New Year's Day.

When Xu Ziqin delivered the yellow paper, he couldn't help poking his phone with his head down, but was slapped on the back of the head by Qin Yang, so he had no choice but to turn sideways and reply a WeChat message.

[Struggling: New Year's dead father, the young master is going to become a master in his early years]

【Scutellaria baicalensis: roll】

[Fei Jin: Don't worry, I took seven days off, which is enough for you to wear filial piety. 】

Just as Xu Ziqin was about to reply to the news, firecrackers roared outside.Several guests wearing white chrysanthemums bowed and kowtowed three times to the black and white portraits, so he could only patiently accompany Qin Yang to return the gift, so after seeing off several groups of guests in the past, he had time to yawn.

His father burped, and by the way, the young master also had to watch the funeral with his mother, and he was not interested in the reason when he heard the guest gossiping about suicide.

After kneeling for a long time, even his feet were trembling when he stood up. He rubbed his knees and walked through the crowd.All the guests were dressed in neat suits, and their shiny leather shoes could be discerned.Walking around the periphery, the lowest grade of cars on the small road is four laps.

Such a scene seemed out of place with the nearby farmland and low-footed houses.

This farmer was selected by his grandfather. According to the Fengshui master's survey, this is a geomantic treasure land of Tingling, which can ensure the prosperity of the Qin family's business.

Xu Ziqin clutched his belly and walked around the dilapidated house. The toilet here was connected to the pigsty. He couldn't bear to take off his pants and look at the pigsty. Now that he couldn't find the toilet, he felt annoyed and irritable.

Sure enough, someone died somewhere, Xu Shangwan came out of the countryside, and death in such a ghostly place can be regarded as having a beginning and an end.

"Just find a thatched grass field and pull it. What's the point of breaking the ground? No one is looking at you!"

On the other end of the phone, his cousin Wang Zijie yelled, the melon seeds crackled, and someone beside him told him to play cards quickly.

"A pair of preserved eggs!" Wang Zijie yelled, covering his phone and lowering his voice, "Have you finished pulling?"

shit!

If I had known that I would not eat so many roasted sweet potatoes at noon today, my stomach would be bloated, and there would be frequent noises in the back, but only thunder and no rain.

The young master was used to being waited upon at home, so he never thought of having to bring his own toilet paper when he went to the toilet. The thought of running around in the wilderness with his bare butt turned green.

Wang Zijie happily played cards on the other end of the phone, and Qin Ziping played pair two, and there were screams all around.

Xu Ziqin was used to being pampered and pampered, and he really couldn't say the words of asking people to take toilet paper.Still patiently waiting for the landlord to end the game, his cousin said first: "Xu Ziqin? Are you talking? Why are you shitting so much ink? Why don't you dawdle for a while when you hand in the exam paper?"

Xu Ziqin covered his head, and when he told them about his erratic accidents, as expected, the funny story was widely circulated, and he laughed like a goose.

He couldn't bear it any longer: "Wang Zijie, you are only three days older than me. I just want to call you cousin because your father is two years older than my mother. Can you tell me?"

For a 17-year-old student, self-esteem is more important than anything else.

"Why?" Xu Ziqin put on his trousers after his cousin brought the paper.

He avoided this perspective-like gaze, always feeling that something was wrong with him.

"Your father is dead...why aren't you sad at all? Auntie cried until her eyes were swollen like goldfish." Wang Zijie turned on the flash and looked him back and forth.

Oh……

So should I cry?

He glanced at Wang Zijie and said nothing.

To say how he feels about the dead Xu Shangwan, the word "ignoring" is not an exaggeration.

Because of his grandfather, he attended the best private school in the city, and the private school had the least shortage of rich and powerful students, so his grandfather's family's foundation naturally couldn't be seen on the stage.

He also learned the story of the man when he ran for class president on a whim, and heard the head teacher chatting with other class teachers in private.

It is simply the benchmark of modern society "Chen Shimei", known as "Dao Chi Men"!

In the early years, she abandoned her wife and son and married Qin Yang. The key is that Qin Yang is still a silly princess who only cares about her skin and pursues vigorous love.

Since elementary school, father, kindness and filial piety have been completely expelled from the young master. He is even vague about when he was last called dad, as if it happened in his previous life.

The thatched field was facing the mourning hall built with tents, and the tent swayed left and right as the icy wind swept away.

Xu Ziqin thought to himself: It would be better if a hurricane comes and wipes out this mourning hall, this kind of father, don't mind.

Cousin took out a brown candy from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, he sucked it and pushed the candy to his right cheek.

It's sweet and sour, and I'm in a good mood.

The two walked along the grass by the river, and when they crossed the low wooden bridge, they heard the bustling noise from the other side of the tent, which overshadowed the mourning.Xu Ziqin and his cousin looked at each other, startled.

Could it be that the wish I made came true?

There are several layers of wreaths around the tent.Paper, electric, and flashing colored lights illuminate the black and white spliced ​​tarpaulin carefully.

Xu Ziqin trotted around the small eDonkeys and motorcycles blocking the door, and just as he drew down the curtain to go in, a glass of fruit juice suddenly splashed on his forehead.

He was dumbfounded, and so was Wang Zijie who entered the door later.

It is located in the countryside, but the people who came to express their condolences were all prominent figures in the city. Seeing this scene, they all changed their faces and talked a lot.

The young master wiped the juice on his face, and after his vision became clear, he saw an old man and a young man standing inside the tent.

The old man is about 70 to [-] years old. One eye is covered with a cloud, and his body is half bent. He stands on a homemade wooden staff.

The young man next to him looked gangster. He was wearing a single shirt in the winter, with his sleeves rolled up halfway, and his wheat-colored skin could be seen in the ripped jeans. His eyes were curved and he stared fiercely at Xu Ziqin.

Xu Ziqin was frightened by this aura and took a step back, saying that it was too late and then too soon, the young man suddenly rushed towards the mourning hall with a golden sword, and kicked over the brazier on the ground.

With a sound of "bang bang", the cousin who burned the yellow paper trembled in fright, and sank into the crowd tremblingly.

The boy picked up the wooden stick and swung it, the portrait cracked into a spider web, and the fruit and wine rolled to the ground.

Xu Shangwan was kind to others and had a meek personality during his lifetime. Apart from being a bit timid, he really couldn't fault him. Now that he has come to the end where he can't live without death, naturally some people are dissatisfied.

There was a lot of abuse around, but no one dared to probe it, everyone was like a quail with necks shrinking, only daring to hide in the crowd and show off their quick tongue.

It was his cousin who pulled the corner of Xu Ziqin's clothes, and he realized that today was his family's home court, and someone caused trouble, and the Qin family's face could not be saved.

The inner room of the mourning hall was filled with smog, and as soon as the young master stepped in, he was so smoky that he couldn't figure out what to do.

When he regained his composure, the stick was instantly pressed against his forehead: "Are you his seed?"

These words were more or less derogatory, and he felt that his self-esteem had been insulted whether he answered or not.

The other party asked again: "I thought this kind of person was a little boy who couldn't stand on the stage. With a son like you who is desperately protecting his son, Xu Shangwan would laugh until he choked his throat when he drank Mengpo soup?"

I'm a boy, so what are you?

Still talking nonsense in front of him, the young master's paper-thin skin was unbearable, and he tilted his head to avoid the wooden stick that fell on his forehead.

Unexpectedly, the strength is not enough, and the wooden stick that has been pulled for a long time has not moved at all.

"Have you practiced?" The other party sneered at him, "It's a pity that it's a show, and it's useless if you don't have the strength."

As soon as the opponent's hand was released, the hand holding the wooden stick lost all strength in an instant, and his body's center of gravity was unstable and he staggered backwards, almost falling to the bastard's side.Fortunately, Xu Ziqin stabilized his heels when his cousin supported him behind his back.

"Damn it!" The young master cursed, folded his fingers and planned to shake his fist when he heard the sound.

Naked provocation, but also in front of so many people!

The boy in unlined clothes glanced around coldly, and even picked up the corpse in the coffin in front of everyone.

The stiff appearance of the corpse made everyone back several steps in an instant. The boy stared at the corpse with tears clearly shining in his eyes, but he was finally overwhelmed by anger. He threw the corpse to the ground with a "bang" Without looking back, he dragged the stooped old man away quickly.

The guests were so frightened that they made way for two people.

Xu Ziqin eats soft but not hard, he has just eaten, and he must get it back, no matter who that person is, he greeted his ancestors with a loud voice, and only realized that he was kicking the air on the spot after running halfway. Hugged at the waist.

The situation is very much like a kitten with its neck strangled, unable to break free with fists and feet.

"You can't beat him, don't make a fuss!" Cousin boasted boldly.

"Who the hell are you? You dare to touch a dead body! Believe it or not, crawling on your bed at night will scare you to death! Fuck!"

In the world of young people, there is nothing that can't be beaten, it's about a man's dignity and face!

He grew up fair and clean, delicate and cute since he was a child, and he hated people being called Xiaobailian for no reason the most.

Do you know what the little white face means?

In the night, the arrogant young man's brisk pace became slower and finally stopped.

He turned around and stared at Xu Ziqin for a while, his deep eyes seemed to be mocking him.

"This man is my father, I'm giving it to you now, I find it disgusting!" He also looked back at Xu Ziqin with a half-smile, "Baby face!"

Xu Ziqin:? ?

Xu Ziqin: "Say it again! Give me..."

He hadn't finished yelling, and the two of them disappeared in a blink of an eye.

When Qin Yang came back from a nap, seeing her husband's corpse on the floor, she cried even more hysterically, but after a while, she pretended to be elegant and directed a few strong relatives to send the corpse back to the coffin.He then continued to knelt on the ground, kowtowed, burned yellow paper, pinched Buddhist beads and chanted scriptures.

When funerals are held in the countryside, local traditions must be respected. It is most taboo to forcibly open the coffin once the corpse is in the coffin.

If you bother the dead, future generations will be uneasy.

Qin Yang followed the advice of the local old man, found a few masters to beat and recite Namo Amitabha Buddha for several days.

But the young master's heart was not going well, and his mind was full of the frivolous, arrogant and arrogant appearance of that person when he was sleeping.When lighting candles for the spiritual place, when I was distracted, I was burned by the wax oil.

Qin Ziping, who placed the tribute, pulled him to the faucet and took a shower under his fingers: "What's the matter? I didn't enjoy eating today, and I'm still thinking about what happened that day?"

Xu Ziqin put his fingers in his mouth and sucked: "Cousin, that person..."

Qin Ziping patted him on the forehead: "You treat him like a mad dog. If you are bitten by a dog, why don't you want to bite him back and get a mouthful of dog hair?"

What the cousin said made sense, and he couldn't refute it.

In the impression of the young master, the cousin always sees things thoroughly.When Xu Ziqin was a child, he always thought that older people could be calm when they were in trouble, but later he realized the truth and found out that his cousin was only one year older than him, and lived a year longer than him.

There are only 360 five days in a year, how many things can you encounter?How much can you understand?

It was because I was protected too well, kept my ears shut, and put on the label of a school bully to have a pure heart like a blank sheet of paper.

On the day of the funeral, Xu Ziqin found an excuse to slip away.He looked down on Xu Shangwan for the rest of his life, but there was nothing to hate when people were dead. He simply couldn't see people turning from a body of flesh and blood into a pile of bones, which made him feel emotional.

But my cousin is a top-notch idiot, and he will give him whatever he is afraid of.

The whole scene of pushing the corpse into the cremator was photographed and sent to him on WeChat. The young master is still a masochist. He was obviously terrified to death. For fear of missing details.

Then... I had a nightmare with a coherent plot for two days in a row.

In the dream, Xu Shangwan's skeleton dragged him by the corner of his clothes, and chased him for two miles. He was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. Under the quilt, brother even wrapped an arm around him, and he didn't let go.

Since childhood, brother and sister Qin Yuan and Qin Yang never let the two brothers sleep in the same bed.

Although Ziqin was delicate and delicate, he was dead asleep, and remained motionless even in the middle of the night when there was a thunderstorm.His cousin Zijie is like Zhang Sanfeng's direct disciple of Wudang School. He has practiced Taijiquan in bed to perfection.

Sure enough, the young master woke up early in the morning with a set of pajamas left on him.

After New Year's Day, the cold wind increased its power, and the ice particles became even more severe at night.

Xu Ziqin managed to get through the long night with his amazing sleep ability, and woke up the next morning coughing so badly that his lungs were about to explode.

"How many times have I said, don't sleep in the same bed with my brother, I don't count your sleeping appearance?"

Wrapped in a quilt, Xu Ziqin drank three times, opened his eyes and heard a woman howling.

I went to school today on funeral leave. Wang Zijie finally copied the homework of the past few days from his cousin last night. He was in a good mood and could go to school to show off. Unexpectedly, he was caught by him before he left the house. Mom blocked the bedroom door and cursed.

Roll your eyes to the sky.

Wang Zhizhi: "Try another one? If it's the other way around, pay it back!"

Wang Zijie finished copying his homework last night with heavy eyelids, pulled the quilt and fell asleep in the dark.When did a big living person come in and didn't have any impression at all, and was ignorant of being criticized, he hugged Xu Ziqin's neck in anger: "It's unreasonable! My sister doesn't love me, my mother doesn't love me, I'm your own son! "

After the two fought and shoved on the bed, my cousin was sent to school by his aunt as a driver.

"Mom, where's my sister?" Wang Zijie was changing shoes at the entrance, only to realize that there was a follower missing when he looked up.

"The homeroom teacher called and said that the third year of senior high school got up early for half an hour to do self-study and morning reading, and asked your dad to send it to you. Don't worry about it."

Wang Zhizhi took the thermometer out of Xu Ziqin's mouth, and before he could read it, he hurriedly chased his son's tail, "Remember to ask Ziqin for sick leave!"

Wang Zijie didn't answer either, he didn't know if he heard it or not.My aunt stared at Xu Ziqin and drank the medicine, put the bedside in place before going to the master bedroom to ask about his health.

After Qin Yang came back, he felt as if he had been haunted. He couldn't eat for several days and could only drink liquid food.But the porridge cooked by Aunt Sun, the nanny, was too hard, so Wang Zhizhi had to cook it himself.

Xu Ziqin leaned against the wall with bare feet, went downstairs to find some water and drank it, and when he passed the master bedroom, he heard his mother and aunt chatting, so he listened.

"I have dinner with Shang Wan's ex-wife. What she means is..." Qin Yang glanced outside the door, and was so frightened that Xu Ziqin in the corner shrank his neck suddenly. He didn't notice anything strange before he opened his mouth, "Let us help raise the baby." Raise that child."

Xu Ziqin's pupils shrank in fright, and the hand that grabbed the door frame almost shook off after all the effort.

"I heard that the child broke a leg in Yucai Middle School, not to mention that fighting is a common occurrence, and I heard that he also hangs out with hooligans, why not do murder and arson?

Just this time, he lifted his own father's coffin in front of so many people, how dare you recruit such a person?You are not afraid of ruining your family's Ziqin, but I am afraid of affecting my family's Zijie and Ziping. "

"I didn't have a father to educate him when I was young, and his mother was weak and couldn't keep him. She just let him go wild in the wild, and she just needs to teach him well when she enters the Qin family.

Before his death, Shang Wan would help their mother and son from time to time. Now that he is orphaned and widowed, Bai Jiang's child still has to go to school, so he can't let him drop out of school to support his family, right?After all, it was Shang Wan's blood. "Qin Yang patted Wang Zhizhi's hand.

Wang Zhizhi fed her porridge: "Eighteen are adults, what's wrong with earning money by yourself?"

"You just said it!" Qin Yang scolded her in a low voice, "Zijie will be eighteen in six months, you cut off his pocket money in half a year and let him pay for school by himself, you see he is not getting along You work hard."

Wang Zhizhi smiled without saying a word.

"I discussed it with Bai Lu. We will fund his son from the moment he is sent to the Qin family. Even if Xiao Jiang is studying for a PhD, we will also support him."

After listening to the words, the young master ran back to the room, muttering under the quilt.

How stupid, to help other women raise their children, and even take them to the family to raise them?Do you think that I am easy to support, and you want to find a mixed breed, and find some life-stimulating things to do?

He really couldn't like Bai Jiang's face that looked like water, but was actually extremely pretentious.

Xu Ziqin wrapped her head in the pillow, her voice lingering.

This man is my father, and now I give it to you, I find it disgusting!

Give it to you, I'm disgusted...

nausea……

You're disgusting, and I'm disgusting too.They are all of that man's species, who is more noble than whom?

The young master snorted coldly, covered his head with the quilt and went to see Duke Zhou.

His cousin took another day of sick leave for him, and Xu Ziqin became the person with the longest New Year's Day holiday in the second grade of Experimental No. [-] Middle School.

Of course, the news spread throughout the school like wings, mainly because the young master took the first place in the monthly exam before New Year's Day, with an unprecedented Chinese score of 140 and a total score ahead of No.225.

Hundreds of copies of the composition were printed and read in turn throughout the grades, and many nympho girls who came here to see the true face were blocked by his cheap cousin.

Before the end of get out of class, the position at the same table as the young master who belonged to Wang Zijie was moved back by the head teacher, Da Ya.

When Wang Zijie had dinner, he kept putting prawns in his cousin's bowl.In order to take care of his cousin who was still recovering from a cold, he even peeled the shrimp shells.Qin Ziping was dumbfounded by her brother's doggy behavior.

It is a family tradition that children eat at one table, adults at one table, and the elders and juniors eat at different tables.

"Cousin, eat more. I have just recovered from a serious illness, and I am suffering from the loss of my father, so I can't treat myself badly."

On the porcelain plate in front of Xu Ziqin, the prawn meat was piled up like a hill, he took one piece in his own bowl, and pushed the rest to the opposite side.

"Hey! I peeled it for you!" The cousin was not happy.

Qin Ziping slapped her brother on the head: "What's wrong with me being filial to your sister? It's my little Qin who is considerate of my cousin."

"Speak!" Xu Ziqin put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, and stared at his cousin.

The cousin hesitated, his eyes dodged: "What?"

"Aren't you okay?" Xu Ziqin took a sip of plain water to wash his mouth, "I fawned on you as soon as you came back, you and I have eaten at the same table for so many years, and I knew you were going to fart when you pouted your tail."

The young master thought that his cousin asked him to help correct his grades. Last time, his cousin even missed his own name in the test paper. He was scolded bloody by his mother. Sorry to die.

"Your father's other son sits at the same table as you!"

The young master's originally uncomplicated and even slightly joyful expression suddenly changed, and the water from his mouth sprayed the face of his cousin opposite.

What?

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