Human dimension reduction

While the Sharp Knife Squad was trying to help gather the survivors, Qiao Zhou was still arguing with Lan Yinxu.

In the morning, the twisted and weird Lan Yin was like a flower in a mirror, and he was properly hidden under a mask of shyness and silence after he appeared for a quarter of an hour. Afterwards, there was no difference in getting along with him before, and he was still as reticent as ever. .

According to the old rules of encoffining, the deceased should rest for seven days before being buried, but the Wan family didn't follow the rules at all. There were no people in the afternoon, and they were buried in a hurry the next morning, without leaving a set of funeral regulations over.

As the mortician, Lan Yin should have expressed dissatisfaction with Wan Jia's behavior, but he was indifferent from the beginning to the end. Wan Jia was buried as soon as he wanted to, and even helped to choose the earliest time.

The master and mistress of the Wan family never showed up, not even the birth mother of the seventh young master. The mourning hall in the yard was still set up, and the candles were always burning. This should be done before the burial, a set of nonsensical procedures pieced together, kind of funny absurdity.

And this absurdity reached its apex in the afternoon.

The person had already been buried, and Lan Yin's work hadn't finished yet, so Qiao Zhou took advantage of the situation and stayed in Wan's house—of course, he wasn't sure if Lan Yin would come up with some way to force him to leave if he asked to leave. Leave.

Anyway, Wan Changming was in favor of this, and happily chose an excellent guest house for Qiao Zhou, and tried to give him two maids, but Qiao Zhou politely refused.

A newly made coffin was placed on the mourning hall, with blue and white silk flowers hanging on it. He looked coldly at the people below. Lan Yin wrote many obscure words and sentences on the white paper with a pen in his hand. Qiao Zhou was beside him. Looking down, most of them didn't understand.

"It's a sacrificial oration to ask the city god's divisions to raise their noble hands to look after the dead." Lan Yin seemed to have sensed his mood, and explained in a soft voice.

Qiao Zhou glanced at him, Lan Yin still looked obedient and obedient, quietly lowering her eyes, with a blush behind her ears, as if she was embarrassed by her sudden interruption.

... It's amazing, the absence of him in the international film industry is really a big loss for the industry.

Qiao Zhou gently turned the cane, the cold and hard wood glowed with a cold and gloomy brilliance, he smiled at Lan Yin calmly, his smile was full of affection and affection: "You have been writing for a long time, do you want to take a break? This mourning hall will How long? Do you want to stay here forever?"

Lan Yin left the last word on the paper, lifted the paper and shook it, and the ink characters with iron and silver hooks fluttered on the paper, and the warm wind in the brazier quickly dried up the wet ink.

"The mourning hall needs to be set up for 49 days. The mortuary master has to look at the first seven days. After the first seven days, the family members offer sacrifices to the spirits, burn paper on time, and move the spirit seats to the ancestral hall, so that they can be worshiped together with the ancestors. But this child is so old. Young, I have not yet reached adulthood, have not married a wife and had children, and the incense is cut off, if it is not in the Wan family, I am afraid it will be difficult to enter the ancestral hall."

In the early days, the strict patriarchal system in the countryside did have such rules. It is considered unlucky for children who have not yet grown up to die, and they will turn into resentful ghosts. They are not allowed to be sent to the ancestral hall for worship, or even buried in the ancestral grave. It can only be buried far away from the ancestral grave and be a lonely ghost.

Qiao Zhou hummed suspiciously: "You said 'if it wasn't in the Wanjia'...so the Wanjia doesn't have such rules?"

Lan Yin pursed her lips and thought for a while, then suddenly laughed: "Yes, the Wan family... is very special, very special, their ancestral hall does not follow the rules at all, and the children who died early all went in."

The two of them were talking about their family's ancestral hall here, without any hesitation that this was their family's house. Those girls didn't know whether they heard it or not, but they all squatted in front of the brazier, burning paper and folding ingots like gourds with their mouths sawn off. Sai lowered his head to his chest.

"My baby!"

While the two of them were whispering, a shrill and long female voice suddenly broke in, shouting at the top of her throat, and then a woman in Su Fang's clothes swept into the mourning hall like a whirlwind, screamed, and rushed to the mourning hall In front of the spiritual tablet, holding the spiritual tablet, he burst into tears.

"Damn Bao'er! You are only 11 years old! Why did you go so early! God is not open! Why didn't I die, why did I take you in, Bao'er, you often go home to see Mother, tell mother if you need anything to eat, and tell mother if you don't live well down here..."

"Enough!" A majestic man came in right after him, of medium height and build, with a neatly trimmed beard, half of the eyeballs were covered by drooping eyelids, and the expression in the yellow eyes was unclear. The decree lines are deeply carved into the skin, and the silk mandarin jacket with tuanhua flowers is paired with a valuable finger-wrench jade. At first glance, it looks like the kind of feudal patriarch who is uncompromising at home. When he scolded him, the crying woman fell silent instantly.

"What's the point of crying and crying, don't you see that there are still guests here?"

The master of the Wan family reprimanded his concubine, and the two maids walked slowly to the mourning hall after greedy for another woman.

This woman is not young, her hair is tied into a bun, and she is wearing a full set of emerald headgear. The big blouse with pipa sleeves and the horse-faced skirt cover her body. Her face is indifferent and solemn, just like a TV series. The Lafayette in the movie came back to life: "The fifth wife is very sad, help her go down and rest for a while."

Immediately behind her, two servants with big arms and round waists sprang out, one on the left and one on the right "supporting" the woman in Su Fang's color dress to go back, the fifth wife who was being held up at this moment recovered from her grief, Sobbing, I tried my best to turn around and beg Lafayette for mercy: "Ma'am! I'm the one who was sad, let me see Bao'er again! I'm his mother!"

The eldest lady listened for a while with lowered eyelids, until the maid was about to drag him out of the threshold, then raised her eyelids: "Let's put it down."

The farce between wives and concubines was not taken seriously by Master Wan at all. As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to Lan Yin and Qiao Zhou, with a friendly smile on his face, and saluted together: "Mr. Lan! Oh, this is Changming Are you talking about Mr. Lorraine? There are people who are far away and welcome, and I feel uncomfortable living in Wan's house. Although Changming is a bit stupid, he has been obedient since he was a child. Please take care of me, sir. The family is grateful."

Qiao Zhou looked away from the small farce at the door, and put on a socially polite smile: "Mr. Wan is polite, I should be the one who wants to thank Wan Jia for taking care of him."

Master Wan then smiled more earnestly, and after a few words of warm greetings, he turned to Lan Yin who was on the side.

This time his smile was restrained a bit. Compared with flattering and flattering the "foreign adults", it showed more awe, and a little trace of fear.

The reputation of the mortician outside is probably really bad, almost like a living ghost.

"Mr. Lan, I would like to trouble you to go again. The deposit has already been sent to Liuzixiang, which is [-]% more than last time."

Standing in front of Lan Yin, his voice subconsciously dropped a few decibels. The fifth wife was already sitting silently in front of the coffin and crying while burning paper money. In the censer, I stood there motionless, but told the two girls beside me to burn the paper, with the expression on my face like a clay sculpture of a Bodhisattva.

She was standing very close to the door, and her body language was full of impatience to leave quickly. As the hostess of Wanjia, she didn't even have the slightest desire to come up to meet Qiao Zhoulanyin.

Qiao Zhou observed her for a while, then suddenly turned to Master Wan and asked, "Didn't your children come to pay the memorial service?"

Master Wan was stunned for a moment, and then said haha: "Hey, my sons are all young, so I can't see such a thing, my daughter's family is weak, let alone come out..."

"Then what about your young master? He didn't come either." Qiao Zhou continued to ask, playing a real stubborn foreigner who didn't know how to adapt to the end. Lan Yin slightly bent his eyes and raised the corners of his lips to watch he.

Master Wan waved his hand, and looked at Qiao Zhou like an ignorant junior: "Changming went to inspect the business of the store, and he won't be back for a while."

"Oh..." Qiao Zhou nodded with a half-understanding look on his face, and stopped asking.

Master Wan and the eldest wife left after offering incense, while the fifth wife was still kneeling in front of the brazier, throwing handfuls of paper money and ingots into it. It doesn't matter whether the fire will be extinguished or not, if the fire is not strong enough and the paper melts quickly, she may be extinguished by her if it is not a face-to-face meeting.

The fifth wife threw paper money and ingots into it fiercely, and the servants left by the two eldest wives stood behind her, saying that they were "to prevent the fifth wife from being too sad to stay and take care of her", but in fact it was similar to surveillance. I don't know why they were afraid of the fifth wife. .

More than an hour later, Mrs. Fifth's eyes were swollen like walnuts, and she was forcefully picked up by two servants to help her out. When she got to the door, she suddenly turned her head, grabbed the door frame tightly with one hand, and shouted : "Bao'er! If something goes wrong, remember to come home! Come back to find Dad, find the eldest wife! Find brother!"

She cried and laughed, the faces of the two servants changed drastically, they covered her mouth and dragged her out.

The girls who were burning the brazier lowered their heads firmly, pretending they didn't hear anything, Qiao Zhou pushed Tui Lanyin's elbow, and said softly, "Why didn't she say 'come to find mother'?"

Lan Yin stared at the hand he was pushing her for a while, then answered absent-mindedly, "Because his death has nothing to do with her?"

Qiao Zhou flicked his tongue, reminding him: "You slipped your tongue."

Lan Yin seemed to have realized it now, blinking her eyes with an innocent face: "What did I just say?"

Qiao Zhou glanced at him, and walked to the pot where the fifth wife was burning the fire just now. She took up a pot by herself, and burned most of the pot of paper ashes. paper ashes.

Qiao Zhou poked through the paper ashes with his cane, and pulled out a piece of unburned paper, only a finger-width embers, and a few words written in thin ink and brush could be vaguely seen.

"... Shen... Haishi..." He bent down and squinted his eyes to identify, Lan Yin followed him at some point, raised a hand around his waist, as if afraid that he would fall into the brazier, Whisper into his ear: "birthday horoscope."

The fifth wife borrowed a lot of paper money, put someone's birth date in it, and threw it into the brazier and burned it together?

Lan Yin covered Qiao Zhou's right hand with her hand, and pressed down lightly. The end of the cane crushed the surviving piece of paper, breaking the dry and brittle paper into powder little by little, and mixed it into a pile of paper. In the ash, it became fly ash without trace.

"Maybe there will be a good show tonight." He lowered his eyelids vainly, his cold facial features were full of radiance, and he was pure, kind, innocent and ignorant of worldly affairs, just like an unreasonable kaolin flower , blooming on the snow-capped mountains and swaying in the wind, the undulating rays of the hem of the clothes were pressed against Qiao Zhou's trousers, sticking softly to his calves.

Lan Yin's face was really confusing, Qiao Zhou turned his head and stared at him for a few seconds, in exchange for the other party's eyes full of doubts and smiles.

"You have to have your life to watch a good show," Qiao Zhou pointed out.

Lan Yin let out a long "huh", slowly moved her five fingers together, put Qiao Zhou's cold right hand in her hand, and said calmly, "As long as I'm here, you can look at it as you want."

These words were quite arrogant and reserved, but Qiao Zhou did not doubt the authenticity of his words, but the more powerful he is, the more difficult it is to deal with him. The mad doctor's ability is only effective for entities. The state of being is just the natural enemy of the mad doctor.

...It also means that his ability can make up for the shortcomings of the mad doctor.

Qiao Zhou looked at him, "I'm not afraid of other things, I'm more afraid of you... Lan."

Lan Yin's face gradually turned pale, as if she was really hurt by these words, her eyes were bewildered, and the hand holding Qiao Zhou's right hand was also trembling.

"Why are you afraid of me...do you think I'm sick too?"

His tone became softer and softer, and the ending seemed to be soaked in honey, and a star of cold light bit into the voice, like a poisonous snake spit out a letter.

"No," Qiao Zhou denied. He raised his free left hand, pinched Lan Yin's chin upwards in the position where Lan Yin was supporting him from behind, and replied in the same whisper, "What's wrong with you? But I hate people who break their promises, what did you promise me this morning? Huh? Are you going to fool around like this? You are as cunning as a poisonous snake."

Lan Yin's pupils shrank suddenly, and then slowly opened after a long while. Qiao Zhou obediently let Qiao Zhou pinch his chin, and nodded: "Equivalent exchange—I haven't forgotten that you need a commentator to watch a play, so I'll be the one." Narrator."

The two of them confronted each other silently for a while, and the night quickly covered the land. The girl carried the brazier and went out to pour out the paper ashes and never came back again. The clock in the inner room struck twelve, and the whole Wanjia suddenly fell into dead silence. The closed gate of the mourning hall reflected a thin shadow with short hands and feet, like a child standing in front of the gate with his head down, silent.

"Resurrection of the Resentful Corpse."

At some point in Lan Yin's hand, the old palace lantern with blue flames appeared again. Standing beside Qiao Zhou, the almond blue light of the palace lantern covered them both. The narrator also introduced: "The hateful dead will break out of the ground. I thought he would have to dig for three or four days before he would come back. I didn't expect him to crawl out within a day... This kid is quite powerful."

Qiao Zhou listened with his mouth shut, pretending that this matter had nothing to do with him.