District 9

In the early morning, the elders in the Wang family compound and those who came to attend the funeral had all gone back to their rooms to rest in preparation for the funeral tomorrow morning.

In Wang Tiannan's courtyard, several brothers from the same clan of the Tianzi generation were more unlucky, because the former had no children, so the work of keeping the business and burning paper could only be left to them. This group of people were bored, sitting on a round table near the wall, and started chatting.

"Who do you think killed Zhang Qing?" A chubby fat man asked out of curiosity.

"Do you need to say this? It must be the third bedroom!"

"Yes, I heard from the second aunt that the third room was also responsible for it." A strong young man said in a low voice: "Leizi from Baoshan not only notified us here, but also called the third room. They were very close, and whoever intercepted them first would leave after finishing their work."

"definitely."

Everyone agreed, eating dry pot, and started chatting excitedly on this topic. In the middle of the journey, the chubby fat man couldn't stand the cold. He hunched his shoulders and turned around and shouted softly: "Tomorrow, please give me another military coat. I'm shivering from the cold."

On the steps not far away, a thin young man turned his head and looked at the dark outside of the courtyard in a daze.

"Tianming, what the hell are you doing, admiring the moon?" The fat man yelled again: "Get me a military coat."

Tianming came back to his senses, pulled out a military coat from the box, walked up to everyone and threw it to the fat man: "Here, here, it's so damn annoying, I'm still cold after wearing two coats."

The fat man took the military coat and put it on himself. He turned around and glanced at Tianming again. When he saw him raising his head and continuing to look outside the courtyard, he immediately asked in confusion: "Are you really admiring the moon? It's so dark, what are you looking at?"

Tianming turned around, frowned and cursed: "Why the hell do I always feel like someone is staring at us?"

Everyone was stunned.

"What are you staring at?" The fat man didn't quite understand.

"I just feel like someone is staring at me outside the hospital." Tianming rubbed his arms: "It makes me feel the cold wind."

When everyone heard this, they unconsciously glanced at the portrait of Tian Nan in the living room and the coffin placed under the awning, and instantly felt their hair stand on end.

"Don't talk nonsense, you idiot." The fat man was a little timid: "We and Tian Nan are good brothers... He won't be able to stare at us when he comes back."

"Come on, can you please stop talking?" A young man on the other side scolded speechlessly: "Why don't you come back to this kind of environment, you bastard!"

"Say something else, say something else." The fat man waved his hand.

Tianming sat down slowly and said again: "I really feel like someone is looking into the courtyard."

"Are you fucking done?" The fat man glared and cursed: "If you beep again, you'll be watching from here!"

"Okay, okay, let's stop talking." Tianming also waved his hand: "Let's talk about something else."

Just like that, everyone immediately started talking about other topics. After chatting for a while, they forgot about this matter. Only the more sensitive Tian Ming glanced outside from time to time.

…

There was no words to say that night.

At around six o'clock in the morning on the second day, there were more and more people inside and outside the courtyard. Even the Villa, which covers an area of ​​more than 10,000 square meters, looked crowded.

The Wang family's funeral is no small matter in the Longcheng area. Almost all the people in charge of various living villages, people who were related to the Wang family, and people who wanted to get around more and become familiar with the Wang family, came over. There were thousands of people inside and outside.

This group of people followed each other and chatted with each other. In addition, the Wang family members were preparing to carry the coffin in the courtyard and listened to the greetings of some Yin and Yang gentlemen, so the scene was slightly chaotic.

The clan leader was old and woke up very early, or it was uncertain whether he slept or not last night. After all, the person who died was his own grandson, who was his darling.

However, he woke up, but he stayed in bed and refused to get up. He probably didn't want to see Wang Tiannan's funeral scene either, so he covered himself with a quilt on the bed and looked out the window.

The person in charge of the hospital came over, bent down and stood beside the bed and said: "Old man, the lid of the coffin has been opened, and everyone in the family has passed by. Why don't you take a last look?"

"It's all gone. What are you looking at?" The patriarch turned his back to the person in charge and waved his hand lightly: "Tell them to do it quickly and let the courtyard calm down. I'm upset to hear that."

"well!"

The steward sighed, came to the bedside, lifted the quilt of the clan leader, and whispered softly: "If you don't want to go, don't lie down either. Get up, move around, and eat something."

There may be only one person in this courtyard who dares to lift the patriarch's quilt. He has been with the clan leader for decades, and although he does the job of serving people, the two of them are inseparable, and there is no need to talk about their feelings.

"Oh, I stared for a while last night and had a dream." The patriarch slowly sat up and looked out the window and said, "I dreamed that someone was squatting on the east side and staring at me. I kept walking that way. I couldn't find him or see him, so I woke up in a daze and seemed not to be asleep, which made me feel uncomfortable."

The person in charge was stunned, stretched out his hand to get the shoes from the patriarch and said, "You just miss the child."

"well!"

The patriarch looked out the window and let out a long sigh. He seemed to have aged dozens of years for a moment: "If this kid Tiannan is left by my side every day, nothing will happen to him even if he doesn't become a talent. That mother of his will spoil her child to death if she spoils him. He... also blamed me for not letting him marry Xiaoli in the first place."

"You rarely say anything you regret."

"I'm old!" The patriarch lowered his head and waited for a long time before turning around, putting on his shoes and getting out of bed.

…

In Wang Tiannan’s courtyard.

Mr. Yin and Yang shouted: "Take a look, it's your last look, but don't hold your head high, tears can't fall on you..."

Hearing the sound, Xiaoqin rushed to the open coffin, looked at Wang Tiannan's body inside, and burst into tears: "Son... you left like this, what are you going to do to your mother!"

In an instant, the hospital was filled with cries. Whether it was from the bottom of the heart or deliberately catered to, the commotion was in short order.

Wang Zonghan stood on the steps without walking over to see his son. His eyes were red and he kept wiping tears away from everyone. And this was also the first time for many children of the Tianzi generation to see their cold-faced uncle shed tears.

After the crying continued for more than 20 minutes, Mr. Yin Yang came over and shouted: "Close the coffin, put the nails in, my little nephew is calling..."

…

In the center of the courtyard, the clan leader walked out of the main building for a walk, but insisted not to take a last look at Wang Tiannan in the front courtyard. He did not even raise his head to look in that direction. He just walked around and moved around in the courtyard as usual.

Meanwhile, downtown.

Lao Li took the phone and asked Qin Yu: "Has your person arrived?"

"Uncle, what on earth are you going to do? You have to explain it to me, right?" Qin Yu asked inexplicably.

"Let me ask you, have you arrived or not?"

"We're here, we're here!" Qin Yu replied with a frown.

"Okay, just wait for my call." Lao Li hung up the phone directly.