Qiyan was also surprised when she saw Du Meng Si lying on the grass. She immediately took off her coat and complained that I didn't care about Du Meng Si.
Half-lifting and half-carrying me, I took the silly boy to the old guest house. I returned to my room, exhausted and sweaty.
When she came out of the shower, Qiyan was adding incense and oil to Shi Lao's urn.
Qiyan had a severe cold and her perception was reduced, and she didn't even know that I was behind her.
"Grandpa Shi. Grandpa Hai didn't know who to call just now. I didn't hear the specifics clearly, but he seemed to have mentioned the West Lake Fangzhou Garden, the old bungalow in Shanghai, and the Fan Family..."
"Haiye defrauded Tongtong of a lot of money. I don't even know where he used the money?"
"Tell me, will Haiye betray Fangzhou?"
"I would rather Haiye squandered the money than betray Fangzhou."
"I'm afraid Tongtong won't be able to bear it."
"Grandpa Shi, you will be laid to rest tomorrow. I can't bear to leave you..."
"Tongtong can't bear to leave you..."
"With you gone, no one in this world will love me anymore."
"There's no one left."
Listening to Qiyan's muttering, I felt sad and silently closed the bathroom door.
When I came out again more than ten minutes later, Qiyan had already stopped crying and was kneeling on the ground silently keeping vigil for Mr. Shi.
When Qiyan couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep, I quietly approached Qiyan, cut off a strand of Qiyan's hair, burned it in front of Shi Lao's portrait, and put it into a red cloth bag.
He opened the red cloth wrapping Shi Lao, stuffed Qi Yan's hair inside, and kowtowed to the portrait of Shi Lao.
At dawn the next time, the fragrance of bean curd floated into the guest house early.
Very early in the morning, the good woman Pan got up to help feed the chickens and ducks.
Bald Lao Liang, who smelled of alcohol, came in to change his shift. He took out a box of tea leaves as if offering a treasure and mysteriously told me that this tea was native tea grown by Lao Jiangtou himself, and it was particularly delicious.
I was too lazy to pay attention to this traitor, so I finished washing and went out. ap.
After a while, Tu Laoliang came out again and insisted on cutting my hair. Tomorrow is the auspicious day for Mr. Shi to be buried. As a sword holder, I must maintain a correct image.
They also said that you have to cut your hair in the morning so that you can absorb spiritual energy.
When I was getting my hair cut, Tu Laoliang also asked Pan Shundao, my good wife, to cut my nails as well.
After tossing until 8:30, the tofu pudding has been baked.
A pot of piping hot tender tofu pudding is paired with watercress and kimchi made by Fangzhou's veteran employees, a dollop of fermented bean curd, and a mouthful of fragrant rice. It's not too delicious.
After finishing three bowls of rice in a row, Tu Laoliang sat under the tree and turned over the perpetual calendar, calculating the time with a pen in his hand.
Naturally, one must look at the almanac when burying an old man.
The ancestors have studied the things passed down for thousands of years, and they are definitely not feudal superstitions.
I don't count the days through the almanac like Tu Laoliang. Although my IQ has dropped drastically, I haven't lost my ability to count the days.
While drinking tea, a roar came from far and near. Then the entire factory area was enveloped by the fierce and harsh sound of horns.
"Mom sells batches. Which turtle dares to attack our Fangzhou?"
"Which one is guarding the gate today?"
Lao Jiangtou cursed and rushed to the steps, but immediately shut up.
Although Yaodongguai Factory has been abandoned for many years, Fangzhou Cemetery is still strong.
On weekdays, the gates of Yaodongguai Factory are closed, and there are also personnel on duty. Ordinary people and cars are not allowed to enter.
In less than two minutes, three off-road vehicles rushed up the slope with blaring horns and stopped right in front of the dining group.
The door slammed, and a dozen thugs dressed in white got out of the car first.
Seeing these thugs, Lao Jiangtou showed an uncharacteristically flattering smile. He immediately took out his cigarette and stepped forward, nodding and bowing to everyone.
Suddenly, Lao Jiangtou took a breath of air and looked at the lead car with fear in his eyes.
At this moment, a sinister man with wolf eyes got out of the front passenger car.
"Mr. Gou
, why are you here? What a rare guest. A rare guest. Please come this way. "
"Come here quickly and make some tea for Mr. Gou."
Old Jiangtou warmly greeted the sinister man, but what he received in return was the sinister man's indifference.
The sinister man held a big cigar in his mouth. He didn't even look at Old Jiangtou. He glanced at Fuhao Pan and blinked leisurely.
When he saw Qi Yan again, the sinister man's eyes froze, revealing infinite evil fire.
Pan Xiaoli and Qi Yan were both big girls from Yandu. In their eyes, the sinister man was just a country bumpkin.
An indifferent turn and an indifferent look away made the sinister man lose all face.
The sinister man asked for trouble, and Sen Han's face became even colder.
"Mr. Gou, please come..."
"Find someone."
The sinister man put his hands behind his hands and said indifferently: "Young man who speaks Mandarin. You are from Fangzhou. He drives an off-road vehicle. He saved someone at Old Man Guo's place yesterday."
Lao Jiangtou's expression changed slightly, and he secretly glanced at me and Bald Laoliang.
"What's your business?"
The third generation of Mei asked the sinister man first, with a hint of arrogance in his words.
"Not this little fat guy."
Someone next to me spoke softly, pointed at me and shouted, "It's him."
The sinister man turned his head and came over, his two wolf eyes hitting me directly in the face.
Yesterday at Dr. Guo's Medical Clinic, I met this domineering Mr. Gou who regards human life as nothing.
In terms of appearance, this Mr. Gou is pretty good. In a small place like Bashan, it is already the ceiling level for all living beings.
"Did you cure Huang Siwa and the others yesterday?"
Faced with the indifferent inquiry from the sinister man Mr. Gou, my response was to ignore him.
"You son of a turtle who chops off your head. We, Mr. Gou, are asking you, are you deaf?"
A thug in white clothes from the other side rushed straight in front of me, pointed at my nose and cursed: "Believe it or not, I have killed you?"
I sat under the tree and still didn't reply.
The thug in white clothes immediately became angry and raised his hand to grab me by the collar.
But the next second, Mr. Gou stopped the thugs in white clothes.
"We are guests from afar, so be respectful. Don't let our friends from Yandu say that we Bashan people are stingy."
