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That night!

After dinner, the cook in charge of the funeral banquet had already left, and the relatives and friends who came to help also returned home. In the mourning hall, Wu Chen, Ling Bei, Ling Lei, and Zhou Lei were in charge of keeping watch. Mother and aunt slept in the east room, and Ling Bei's wife, Wang Xuemei, slept in the Westinghouse with her son Ling Jinye, nephew Zhou Chang, and niece Zhou Yaxuan.

At night, the wind rustled, blowing the leaves in front of and behind the house, and there was a constant buzzing sound. On the altar, the light of the long-burning lamp seemed to be flickering constantly. The four of Wu Chen chatted without saying a word, although they were lying next to him A dead body, but in everyone's heart, there is no fear at all.

Gradually, as the night got darker, the four of Wu Chen were divided into two groups, one group stayed in the middle of the night, and the other group stayed in the second half of the night. When it was dawn, my aunt got up early and went to the kitchen to boil water. Obviously it was only one night, but It can be seen that she seems to have become much older all of a sudden.

That night, Wu Chen didn't sleep, and he and Ling Lei kept watch for the first half of the night. When he changed shifts in the second half of the night, he seemed to have sensed something, so he stayed by the ice coffin until dawn.

The busiest day has begun.

Ling Bei and Ling Lei are two siblings, as children, they are still in charge of guarding the coffin and thanking guests; Wu Chen and Zhou Lei are responsible for collecting gift money and distributing gifts; mother and aunt greet relatives and friends, and the funeral banquet has already been contracted to A professional team; there are two other elders, one is responsible for registering names and the other is responsible for distributing cigarettes.

From nine o'clock in the morning to twelve o'clock in the noon, more than 400 people came to register for the ceremony. In this rural area, an ordinary farmer's family is already a very big thing. Going, it was very lively, just in response to what my aunt said, I want my uncle to go away in a good manner.

After lunch, Ling Bei, who is a filial son, carried the Yin flag and went outside to shout the trumpet. This is a local funeral custom. With Ling Bei's departure, soon the funeral music rang, and At this time, Ling Lei, as a daughter, also started to clean up Uncle Hua's belongings.

In fact, if Uncle Hua had any relics, Ling Lei opened the closet, the box, and tidied it up. Except for a mobile phone, some change, and some change of clothes, there was nothing else.

Most of the people of the older generation have suffered all their lives. It was not until recent years that they managed to live a good life without worrying about food and clothing. However, they gave everything and left all the good things to their children. In the end, they left nothing behind .

 …

To Wu Chen's surprise, just when everyone thought that the relics had been packed away, my aunt took out a box, and after opening it, there was a bamboo flute in it.

"This is?"

Wu Chen was surprised, (cibc) aunt replied with a smile: "This is the wedding gift that your Uncle Hua prepared for you earlier, saying that he wanted to give it to you when you get married, but now... ......"

Having said that, her words suddenly became low, but soon, she adjusted her emotions, she didn't cry, she didn't cry, but her smile was a bit forced, but she still smiled and handed the things to Wu Chen: "Take Go, this is probably the last gift your Uncle Hua will leave you."

Wu Chen didn't speak, just took the things over silently, staring at them, he saw the bamboo flute in the box, about 68 centimeters long, brown and red overall, very finely made, with a red flute hanging from one end Suizi, next to it is a card with blessings written by Uncle Hua himself!

"I wish Ah Chen a happy life!"

Seeing this, I couldn't help it anymore, the corners of Wu Chen's eyes were moist, and tears dripped down uncontrollably, falling on the bamboo flute in the box, but he didn't know that he was already extraordinary at this time, full of sad tears, unexpectedly On the bamboo flute, tears were left behind, and the tears seeped into it, even unconsciously changing the structure of the bamboo flute.

"Uncle Hua!"

The emotions in my heart were agitated, and the memories in my mind went back, as if I went back to the past again, back to my childhood, in the fields, on the back of a cow, Uncle Hua taught him to play the flute hand in hand.

"Ah Chen, don't cry."

Seeing this, Ling Lei quickly comforted me: "Did you forget how you comforted me yesterday? Your Uncle Hua gave you a gift in the hope that you would be happy. He is watching here, so you can't cry!"

"good!"

"I do not cry!"

Hearing this, Wu Chen raised his hand to wipe away the tears in his eyes, took out the bamboo flute from the box, pinned it directly to his waist, and forced a smile, he replied with a smile: "Don't worry, I just said I was blinded by the wind, now it’s all right, you should take care of yourselves.”

He spoke this lie so forcefully, so forcefully that he himself didn't believe it, but he wanted to be strong, not to be disputed by others, rubbing the bamboo flute at his waist, walked out of the house, and came to the yard outside the house.

Just right!

At this time, someone came to present the gift again. They either lived farther away, or their relationship was weaker, or they received the news later, so they came later. This is normal matter.

But!

Wu Chen never expected that when he and Zhou Lei were registering to collect the gift money at the ceremony table, a familiar gentle voice suddenly came from his ear: "Mu Weimin, let the gift money go!"

"Um?!"

The familiar voice, the familiar name, the moment Wu Chen heard it, his body trembled, and he raised his head subconsciously. What he looked at and what he saw was a familiar beautiful face.

"Mu Sheng?"

"Wu Chen?"

Just when Wu Chen saw that it was Mu Sheng who came, Mu Sheng realized that it was Wu Chen who was in charge of registering and receiving gifts. How come here?"

Wu Chen said with a wry smile: "The one who passed away was one of my uncles, the one who was very close, but you, who came to present the gift on behalf of your father? Could it be that your father and my Uncle Hua also had friendship?"

"should be."

Mu Sheng replied: "Father only told me that it was an old friend of his who passed away. He is out of town and can't come back, so let me help and do my part." While speaking, she Handed over a wad of cash.

Funeral things are not the same as red things. If it is red things, you can also use mobile phone transfers, red envelopes, etc., but white things can’t be done, you must use cash, which is also a kind of respect for the deceased.

"Thank you."

Wu Chen took the money and asked the old man to register his name while counting the amount. After the counting was complete, he handed it over to Zhou Lei next to him and asked him to put it in a briefcase prepared in advance.

But never thought, at this moment, Zhou Lei gave him a wink, and whispered in his ear: "Okay, you boy, I have nothing to do here for the time being, leave the rest to me, you go and entertain Mu girl."

When Wu Chen heard it, he felt a little embarrassed: "Isn't that good?"

"There's nothing wrong with that."

Zhou Lei urged repeatedly: "This is your Uncle Hua protecting you, otherwise why would Miss Mu come just after you got the flute, hurry up, there are not many people coming to present in the afternoon, I can handle it."

"Oh well."

Seeing that the conversation has come to this point, Wu Chen had no choice but to agree, and then smiled at Mu Sheng and said: "The gift money has been registered, let's go, I will take you to pay ten respects

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