13 last bus 2

Chapter 52
Chen Chen firmly walked in that direction.

The closer you get to the buildings, the more you can feel a lot of unburned paper scraps floating in the wind. The sky is full of speckled black, like scary pockmarks, and if it sticks to your body, it will be a piece.

Turning the path at the crossing, there are a row of wooden poles on both sides, and a row of chandeliers in the middle.

Walking along this road, the cries will become more and more real.

Sure enough, after passing through this spiritual path, a simple mourning hall was built in the courtyard on the first floor.

There was no suspense that the photo in the mourning hall was the old woman lying behind Chen Chen.

Looking at the photos of her when she was alive, she was dignified and kind, and there is still a big difference compared to now!

There are wreaths and elegiac couplets in front of the mourning hall, surrounded by a colorful paper cow. There is a folk saying that women waste a lot of water when they wash clothes when they are alive. The wasted water will be drunk by themselves in the underworld.

Therefore, after most women die, they will burn a paper cow to accompany them. They can not only ride on it, but also let the old cow help them drink up all the sewage wasted during their lifetime.

Next to the paper cow was a black coffin, and a middle-aged woman in mourning was kneeling in front of the brazier, weeping and burning paper.

Chen Chen was so excited after confirming the photo, he turned to the old lady who was still biting his arm and said, "Ma'am, stop chewing, I'll take you home!"

The old woman didn't respond, she was still moaning in a low voice: "Send me home, send me home!"

"This is your home, look up, your photos and people are here!"

The woman who burned the paper heard the sound and turned her head to see Chen Chen. She stood up with swollen eyes and asked:

"who are you?"

Chen Chen pointed to the photo in the mourning hall, but he didn't know how to explain it, so he said that he was here for the funeral.

As soon as the woman heard this, she hurried forward to greet her warmly. While greeting the room, she asked:

"Excuse me, what is your relationship with my mother? Are you a child of one of her relatives?"

Chen Chen scratched his head in embarrassment, fearing that the seven aunts and eight aunts' family would find out the random fabrication, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "No, I met my aunt by accident, because I have been friends for a long time!"

"Wangnian friends?" The woman wiped away her tears in doubt, looked Chen Chen up and down, did not dare to neglect, and hurried to get it inside the house.

Their family lived on the first floor. The layout of three bedrooms and one living room was very spacious, but it was also crowded with people. It seemed that they were a big family.

"Old Qian, come here!" After entering the room, the woman called out to a middle-aged man in the crowd who was also dressed in mourning.

Hearing the sound, the man squeezed over. Seeing Chen Chen's expression turned pale, he asked suspiciously:

"you are?"

"She said she was our mother's year-end friend, so please entertain me!" The woman opened the door and went out after finishing speaking.

"Forget the old age?" Lao Qian was also taken aback for a moment, but he was a very eloquent person, and he seemed to have a high emotional intelligence, so he nodded and said:

"I didn't expect that my mother would stay out of the door all day long. She is in her 80s, and she has a friend as young as you!"

Chen Chen also just smiled. The old lady didn't leave the courtyard just now, and thought she would be sent home if she entered the house, but the old lady still persisted, as if she couldn't see her family or the mourning hall.

Chatting and chatting, Lao Qian's eyeballs twitched, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and he glanced at the ceremony desk beside him.

There was a piece of paper on the ceremonial account table, on which were written densely packed names and amounts of money side by side. The brother who wrote the ceremonial account crossed his legs. Seeing that Chen Chen was new here, he immediately picked up a pen and waited for him to write the money.

Chen Chen understood what the bookkeeping brother meant, and nodded awkwardly to explain:
"I won't do it. According to the news I got, I don't have any cash with me!"

Unexpectedly, the brother glanced at him after hearing the words, and unhurriedly moved the ledger away, revealing a QR code underneath! !

Chen Chen stood stiffly on the spot, seeing that there was really no room for it, so he could only glance at the amount on the gift book, it was all five hundred, and he gritted his teeth and followed the gift money.

Seeing this, Lao Qian patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, and was about to thank him when he suddenly heard a gentleman in black shouting loudly at everyone:

"Get ready, it's almost time!"

Lao Qian exchanged a few more pleasantries, and hurried over to discuss the next matter with his husband.

After he left, Chen Chen asked the people around him, "What time is it?"

The man said casually: "It's too soon, send it to cremation!"

Chen Chen glanced at his phone, there were still 10 minutes left before [-] o'clock, he didn't know what he did wrong, he was about to be sent away for cremation, the old woman's troubles still haven't been well resolved!
Just as he was thinking about it, another person came from the yard, and the woman stepped forward to greet her, and even said that she was a friend of the old lady!

After a few people entered the room, Chen Chen was overjoyed. It was Xu Banxian who led Li Taoqi and Big Beard to find this place.

When Lao Qian heard that someone was coming again, he leaned over to shake hands one by one. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he saw that they were still unmoved, and looked at the ceremony desk intentionally or unintentionally.

The bearded man didn't like him, he pointed to Xu Banxian beside him and said:

"The old lady is happy and sad, so someone has to ask for it. I'll bring you the most expensive caretaker in the country, just as a gift!"

Old Qian looked at Xu Banxian'er awkwardly, and said with a smile, "Thank you, but I'm looking for Mr. Hao here."

The bearded man's words just happened to be heard by the conductor in black in the crowd. He walked over proudly with his back on his back, looked at Old Qian and asked:
"What do you mean, old Qian, I don't think I'm high enough, so why find someone else!"

Lao Qian hurriedly apologized, "Oh, really, I don't know this person, and I haven't invited anyone else."

The gentleman is only about fifty, and he looks quite young, he glanced at Xu Banxian'er disdainfully and said:

"What the hell, business at Tianqiao is not good, and they didn't look for you, so I'm in a rush to make do with it!"

Naturally, Xu Banxian'er didn't fight for fame and fortune, she giggled and said with her hands behind her back:

"Don't worry, I'm not here to steal the limelight from you, nor to make money. I'm here to help his family with this trivial matter. What's yours is yours!"

Hearing Xu Banxian'er say this, this gentleman is still not happy:
"What are you talking about, who are you to help me, and you need to meddle in such an ordinary white matter?"

Xu Banxian'er was not angry, and continued to explain lightly:
"Wrong, this is not an ordinary white matter. If you do a good job of accumulating virtue, your brother, if you don't understand it, you will be tired of the karma!"

Seeing that the husband was a little angry, Lao Qian quickly expressed his opinion, holding Xu Banxian'er's hand and refusing to say:
"Master, I would like to thank you in advance, but I really don't need it here, this gentleman is specially invited by me."

After finishing speaking, he leaned next to his ear and whispered: "He is Professor Zhang Dongqiang from the I Ching Society in our city, nicknamed Tiekou Shenduan. You are from the circle, haven't you heard of it?"

After hearing this, Xu Banxian'er smiled even wider, adjusted his big black sunglasses and said:
"Tiekou Shenduan, okay, okay, my nickname has the word fairy, and your nickname has the word god, do you dare to make gestures with me, the old blind man, and see if the gods are gods or gods? awesome?"

　The old rules, in the dark and windy early morning, there is one more chapter!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)