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The door was facing the gate of the community, and the two street lamps were brightly lit, and the residents could see clearly when they came in and out.Surveillance in this place is really good.

Not long after, Li Yang walked in wrapped in cold air, shouting that he was hungry.After calling the waiter, first two bowls of lamb soup were served, followed by a large plate of lamb chops and four scones.Not long after, all the dishes were served, and I didn't have time to ask in detail. I was really hungry, so I picked it up and ate it.

After eating and drinking, Li Yang picked his teeth, and then he talked about how he found the little boy.

Li Yang has always been brooding about the whole incident, and his mind is full of yin and yang concepts.In the past few days, he drove around the Huayuan community in his car when he had nothing to do. He thought of exploring the hidden space on the top floor, but he still couldn't muster up the courage.Today, when he was wandering around again, he saw a familiar figure from the back, it was that little boy.

The boy went to the small supermarket at the gate of the community to buy a bottle of soy sauce, and carrying the oil bottle into the building where the concept of Yin and Yang was hidden.Li Yang wanted to follow, but was afraid of finding out, so he called me anxiously.

I blinked and said, "He bought soy sauce? So, he and Master Xie plan to live here permanently?"

"Almost. How about we go up and have a look?"

I was so upset, I had a bad feeling, like a stone had fallen from my heart.

At this time, a burst of music suddenly came from the community.All the diners in the sheep soup restaurant stopped their chopsticks and looked out together.What is it about music that has such a magical power?

You guessed it right, it's mourning.

On a cold winter night, the streets and alleys were as dark as ink, and suddenly this heavy and slow sorrow and joy appeared, which weighed heavily on people's hearts.We saw a group of people in the community, lined up in a long line, walking slowly around the community.These people, old and young, men and women, were all wearing dark-colored padded jackets, stepping forward step by step in a sad and joyful way, looking from a distance, they looked like ghosts in the dark night.

The leader is a woman in her 60s and [-]s, which is not too old for this age.But she is like an old man in his dying years, with gray hair and a face full of numbness after grief. The wind blows her white hair scattered on her forehead, making her very miserable.She held a black and white portrait in her arms, and by the light of the street lamp, she saw that it was a young man, probably in his twenties, and he was quite handsome.It's just that life is too bad, and he died young, and the white-haired person sends the black-haired person.

I can see this blockage in my heart, this trouble.Li Yang stood up suddenly and said, "Let's go, Old Liu."

"What?" I was shocked.

"Join the funeral procession."

My eyes widened: "Are you fucking sick? Are you sick! When you encounter such bad luck, there is no time to hide, and you still move forward."

Li Yang looked at the team and slowly lit a cigarette: "I know that dead young man. After all, he is also our acquaintance."

"Oh? Who is he?" I asked.

Li Yang took a puff of smoke: "Lin Xia's boyfriend, Guan Feng."

"Damn it." I widened my eyes: "Are you right?"

"I have met Guan Feng a few times. When Lin Xia was alive, he used to spend the night in a rented house."

Looking at the funeral procession, my lips trembled, and I felt an inexplicable chill: "He...is he really dead?"

"I'm afraid that's the case. Let's go and have a look. It's fate if we meet, and we will see him all the way."

Li Yang settled the meal bill, and he and I walked out of the sheep soup restaurant wrapped in big cotton jackets.The north wind was howling outside, and the cold wind was biting.My ears hurt from the cold, and I shivered and put the hat on the back of the cotton jacket on my head.We both had cigarettes in our mouths, put our hands in our coat pockets, and walked into the community.Just in time to catch up with the team walking around the community and walking towards them.

Li Yang is really a showman, so he went directly to say hello: "Is it Guan Feng's family?"

The woman holding the portrait at the front of the line stopped, looked at us and asked, "Who are you?"

"Auntie, we are friends of Guan Feng, we live in this community... we want to give Guan Feng a ride." Li Yang said.He took out his wallet and took out ten red bills and handed them over: "Auntie, the two of us are not prepared, this money is not much, you take it. My condolences will change."

The woman clutched the portrait tightly, her ten fingers were blue from the cold, she was very moved, her lips trembled, and tears rolled in her eyes: "Good boy, you are all good boys. Auntie can't ask for your money. Xiaofeng Ah, knowing that you came to see him, he is satisfied, satisfied."

Standing next to him was a middle-aged man whose nose was dripping from the cold. He quickly took the banknotes and said, "I said, little girl, don't upset the hearts of other children. Two children came all the way to give money. How can you find such friendship in this unfortunate world now. Two young men, Guan Feng has friends like you, and it is not in vain for him to go through this world. I thank you on behalf of his mother."

Li Yang said: "We want to join your funeral team and send our friends all the way."

The woman and the man didn't speak, their eyes fell on the leader of the team.On such a cold day, this person was wearing a dark black Tang suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and his hair was oiled and combed meticulously.He held a copper bell in his hand, which was small and exquisite. It swayed whenever he walked, and the sound was like water dripping from an empty valley, very ethereal.

He looked at both of us and nodded slightly.

"Come on. We'll go back after another round, and we'll sit at home then." The middle-aged man said.

"Isn't home far away?" Li Yang asked.

The man pointed to a residential building not far away: "It's just a few steps away. The two of you must go to your house and have a cup of hot tea."

Li Yang nodded: "Then beg for mercy, we mainly want to burn some paper for Guan Feng."

Hearing this sentence, the woman's big tears rolled down from her eyes.Yes, it's not a flow, it's a tumble.It was strange that the teardrops fell on the portrait one drop at a time. The teardrops happened to fall on the corner of Guan Feng's eyes and flowed down slowly. It looked like he was also weeping in grief in the portrait.

Seeing this scene, the Tang suit master frowned suddenly: "What did I say, we can't let tears flow on the portrait!"

The woman wiped the corners of her eyes quickly: "Master, I'm sorry, I, I miss our Xiaofeng so much."

The master began to chant something in French, stretched out his hand, and gently wiped the tears on the portrait.It's also strange, after he stroked it, the emotions of the characters on the portrait really seemed to transition from grief to peace.

I was amazed when I saw it, Guan Feng's expression in the photo would of course not change, that would be hell.But you can really feel the emotions emanating from the photos.

Master Tang suit glanced at us, continued to ring the bell, and led the team forward slowly.Li Yang and I followed at the end of the team.

I said, "You are rich enough, you can sell it for a thousand."

Li Yang whispered: "Without the 1000 yuan, can they invite us to drink tea? Besides, death is the most important thing, we have a fate with Guan Feng, so let's give it if we give it."

"Is his tea so delicious?"

He smiled: "Actually, I'm just curious and want to know how Guan Feng died."

In fact, why don't I want to.The gloomy voodoo villain couldn't help appearing in his mind, and he couldn't help feeling numb all over. Could there really be such a witchcraft in this world?

Turning around the community again, I saw that all the people in the team sighed—not sad, but completely cold.An old woman in her fifties kept complaining: "This brat will die as soon as he dies, and he's still here to torment us living people. It's really bad luck for eight lifetimes to have such a relative at the stall."

Someone next to her tugged her: "Keep your voice down and accumulate some virtue."

The girl was still chattering and complaining.After a while, he scolded his husband for being a wimp. After he was laid off, he couldn't do any work and could only look at the gate.After a while, he complained that his son was not motivated, that someone else's child was a white-collar worker and a small boss, earning tens of thousands of yuan a month, and he only paid 00 yuan a month. There is not even an object.

Originally, it was very cold and freezing, and we were moving forward with sorrow and joy, and everyone was restless.Her mouth was never idle, cursing from south to north.Li Yang whispered to me: "Old Liu, aren't you looking for a job? I'll give you a job. Go over and slap her, and I'll give you 100 yuan."

I said, "Go over and take off her pants, and I'll give you three hundred. A lie is a grandson."

At this time, the wind was strong, and the sky was full of snowflakes.Li Yang and I shrank our heads from the cold, and didn't think about bickering. We just wanted to finish the circle quickly so that we could go to Guan Feng's house.At this moment, a scream of "ah" was suddenly heard.

The cry came so damn suddenly, like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.I was groggy and unprepared for anything.He was so frightened by this sudden scream that he almost spit out Xiang.

Looking up, the people in the team were running in all directions, only to see that old lady who had been complaining about her life just now collapsed into a ball, trembling, limp on the ground, her mouth crooked and her eyes squinting in fright.The orange light from the street light pole fell quietly and was casting on her, forming a huge halo on the ground, and snowflakes dancing in the air. This scene reminded me of a stage play, with a quiet montage effect.

The old woman got up from the ground, wailed loudly, and kowtowed to the southwest: "Xiaofeng, I loved you the most when you were alive, don't come to harm me, woo~~"

Master Tang suit came over and stroked his top with his hands: "What did you see?"

The others slowly gathered together, both afraid and curious, not daring to approach, chatting in low voices.At this time, many idlers came out of the community, and they all gathered around to watch the excitement.

The old lady cried with snot all over her face, and howled at the top of her voice: "I saw Xiaofeng just now, he was there—" She pointed with her finger, and the crowd in that direction immediately fled away like a fire.

"What does he want to do?" Master asked solemnly.

"I saw a...a big black pot with firewood burning underneath it. There was hot oil in the pot. Xiaofeng was cooking in the pot, and the skin all over his body was rotten. He was lying on the side of the pot, just like that Look straight at me."

I was interested in hearing it at first, thinking that this old woman deserved it, but when she mentioned the scapegoat, she immediately poked the deepest part of my heart.Following her description, my eyes widened and I almost suffocated.

Once in Li Damin's mother's nightmare, I was also boiled in a big pot.

With the touch of the Tang suit master, the mood of the old women gradually stabilized.Although he was not as hoarse as before, his face was still terribly ugly.The master asked her to kowtow three times on the ground, and repeatedly told her to be devout.In fact, he didn't need to tell him. After being frightened by this, the old ladies would probably be afraid of a mouse when they saw it.

People born in the 50s experienced that special era and were baptized by the concept of "struggle is endless joy". They have no awe, ignore gods and ghosts, and do immoral things without fear of lightning.She had to experience this for herself to know how incredible and ruthless nature is.

The old women knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times in a proper manner, their heads were ringing, and they cried and muttered: "Xiaofeng, my cousin is wrong, my cousin is not a thing, you adults don't count villains, I will give it to you every year and holidays from now on." You burn the paper. Don’t come looking for my cousin, my cousin is timid..."

The master of the Tang suit walked slowly to the direction where the old lady was pointing just now, and there was already a blank area left by the crowd of onlookers.The Tang suit master walked around the area in a circle, his steps were not big but the pace was extremely fast, and the bell in his hand swayed faster and faster, densely like raindrops.

At this time, there were hundreds of spectators around, but no one spoke, and there was no sound.The snowflakes in the air are falling with the wind, and the scene is a bit gloomy.

The master suddenly stopped and retracted his hand, and the bell stopped ringing.There were so many people, there was no one who coughed, and there was a dead silence.